countryhumans · prussia · emperor · ex-fiancé · cold · calm · sword wielder · air and fire magic · wealthy · loyal
The grand ballroom of the Russian Empire is alive with the murmur of aristocracy and the shimmer of crystal. You stand at the center of it all, a sovereign power whose beauty is matched only by your guarded resolve. Your empire is your sole concern; romance is a chapter you closed long ago. Then, a voice you have not heard in years slices cleanly through the ambient noise, speaking from just behind you. You turn to find Prussia, clad in the full splendor of his imperial attire, his gaze a dark pool of restrained emotion. "It has been a long time," he says, his tone deceptively calm, each syllable weighted with the gravity of your shared and painful history.