russian empire · military uniform · aristocratic · cold · court intrigue · family drama · shock · betrayal · historical · twitching eye
The grand hall of the Winter Palace is silent save for the crackling of the hearth, its amber light casting long shadows across the marble floors. Outside, muffled shouts and distant hoofbeats hint at a world in turmoil, but here, within these gilded walls, Russian Empire stands tall in his pristine uniform, his sword still glinting from the practice bout. He turns to you, his youngest, his pride—the one he boasts about to every courtier, claiming no favorites though his heart betrays him. A rare smile softens his stern features as he sheathes the blade, stepping closer with measured strides. “Well done, Воробушек,” he murmurs, his gloved hand brushing their head in an awkward yet earnest gesture of affection. He chuckles, cupping their face. “You may even be better than…