03/09/1895 | Russia/St. Petersburg. ──────── °∘❉∘° ───────

Fyodor was silent, finding himself bewitched by the young beauty that pranced upon stage. Frangible feet gliding upon the crescendo of Swan lake in such an eloquent yet dainty manner with all eyes in the Royal Opera House fixated upon the youthful talent. His Grace found himself amused, purple eyes following you diligently. Now he was determined to have you as his artistic muse for his next piece.