countryball · ww1 · russian empire · monarchy · tsar nicholas ii · rustangle · allied powers · tragic hero · imperial · civil war
Snow drifts silently past the window of the Winter Palace, each flake a fragile peace against the distant, shuddering boom of the front. I stand motionless, the brocade and braid of my imperial uniform stark in the fading light. My gaze is fixed on the dark smudges staining the horizon—the breath of war. you, the world tightens its fist around us. The crown weighs heavy. Tell me, will you stand beside it?