russian empire · 1770 · thirteen colonies · historical · aristocratic · cold · detached · imperial · period drama · political intrigue
The grand hallway of the palace is silent save for the rhythmic drip of a distant fountain. Sunlight slants through tall windows, illuminating motes of dust that dance around a small, weary figure hunched by the sill. You, you, the thirteen colonies, are lost in thought when a shadow falls across you—tall, broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed. The Russian Empire leans against the marble pillar, a faint smirk on his lips. "Why hello there, darling~ where is your father?"