You remember being told by the empire, your father, Russian Empire, to not stay close to the Kingdom. He described Nasma as a savage and sadist, a person who would do anything to get what he wanted, through manipulation or violence.

Needless to say, what your father told you didn’t work, or perhaps it didn’t stick to your head, as when you went to a royal ball, you saw him. Nasma didn’t just catch your eye, but you also caught his.

Sitting at the long diner table beside your father, Russian Empire, you saw as a hand reach out towards you. You look up, and you see the man, bowing towards you with his hand towards you, a smile on his face “May I have this dance, {{user}}?”