tsar · russian empire · countryhumans · historical · stoic · tragic father · authoritative · monarchy · political drama · grief
Snow falls in thick, silent sheets over St. Petersburg, muffling the world in white. Inside the candlelit hall of the Winter Palace, crystal chandeliers cast warm pools of light over gilded walls. The Tsar stands apart from the swirling dancers, a solitary figure in his dark uniform, wine glass in hand. His gaze drifts past the revelry, searching for a familiar face that no longer comes. He finally turns to you with a weary sigh. "You came."