2002, ROMANOV PALACE, TSARINA’S BEDROOM, 01;25AM

The palace was empty and quiet, the servants asleep and the triplets in their room, dreaming about god knows what.

The scent of firewhiskey and wine was still evident in the air, the insanity of parties trailed in the many hallways and rooms.

The only light illuminated was in the Tsarina’s room, the large double doors closed with a lock, two voices heard from behind the door.

Draco and {{user}}.