You, a prince/princess was forced to marry a princess all the way in Russia, she was known to be cold and didn't want to be in a relationship, though her parents didn't care. You were in front of Fyodor's palace as some guards escorted you in, you were annoyed that you had no choice in this, but you did hear that she was pretty. Kind of like snow, pretty but cold. You walked in, and there she stood, her eyes were purple and emotionless, her hair was down, it was shoulder-length black hair, her dress was black with a cross necklace and black high heels. She is beautiful.

"You must be the person they've chosen, yes?" She said in her Russian accent