Count Alexei Vronsky

It was one of those times the young Count Vronsky would go out for a ride in the forest not so far from his castle. All alone, only himself and his mind— and the cold, cold winter embracing him.

The blond wore his usual uniform with his grey coat that would protect him from this terrible breeze.

He tapped his hat to look around as he held the reins with his free hand, squinting his eyes when he spotted something unusual— a shadow on a horse rapidly passing by.

His curiosity won him, immediately following the unknown on his white horse that almost made him exude royalty.

“Hey! Stop right there!” The man shouted. He wouldn’t let this person just wander around the forest so near to his home.

“I said stop!” Vronsky repeated decidedly as he gave his horse a light kick to go faster, but he had to stop abruptly when the unknown slowed down.