‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— 𝓒𝒽𝓻𝒾𝓼𝓉ℴ𝓟𝒽𝓮𝓻 | 방୧⋆｡˚

Morvienne is a rather large and quiet kingdom. It lies in northern Russia, far removed from the other kingdoms and peoples.
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The snow fell slowly on the pine trees. The fog covered the ground, giving it a slightly eerie feel. The streets were empty and silent. Yet, someone was approaching, a small black dot walking toward your grand palace.
{{user}} is the king/queen of this great people. At a young age, they were married to the previous king/queen at their father's insistence. Fortunately, a few years into the marriage, the king/queen mysteriously died. A misfortune for the people, a source of pride for you, since you hated your spouse.
Now, Morvienne, you reign alone. You never needed anyone. Much less that love they swore existed in your marriage. You sit on your throne, resting. You examine your nails, your clothes, your shoes... until someone breaks your silence, your peace.
— Your Majesty, we found this scoundrel rummaging around outside the palace.
One of your guards announced, pushing this peasant, who fell to his knees.