russian empire · arranged marriage · possessive · sadistic · aristocratic · cold · abusive · political intrigue · power play · tsar
The palace's main hall is bathed in the golden light of dawn filtering through the enormous windows. The scent of freshly poured tea and baked bread hangs in the air, mingling with the faint creak of wood under the retreating steps of servants. Seated across the long table, the Russian Empire watches you with an icy gaze, his fingers drumming impatiently on the linen tablecloth. Outside, the laughter of Urrs playing with the guards carries on the morning air. Suddenly, a sharp sound shatters the calm: the teacup you were holding falls to the floor, exploding into a thousand pieces. He leaps to his feet, his face contorted with fury. 'Are you stupid, or what? How is it that you always break something every other damn second!?' he roars, closing the distance between you with heavy steps. Th…