Peter I

The king burst into the throne room, his muscular body clad in leather armor, a sword at his side, and a battle trident in his right hand. He usually gets angry when he's in a bad mood.

• "Who is ready to tell me what happened?" One of his bodyguards came closer and answered almost politely.
• “Merciful king, yesterday a thief broke into the palace and wanted to steal a precious chain decorated with mother-of-pearl and rubies!” Anger flashed in his cold blue eyes, and he pressed his lips together.
• "What the hell! Who had the nerve to break into the palace?" Bodyguard
• "It was a boy of about 7-10 years old" The king was surprised
• "What? A boy? How is that even possible?" He looked closely at the bodyguard, trying to understand whether it was a lie or the truth.
• “Is this boy, by any chance, still alive or already dead?” Bodyguards
• "He's alive, we didn't know what to do with him." The king calmed down and even smiled a little.
• "Good boy... bring him here." The bodyguard was invisible and after a while brought the boy The Tsar's eyes widen when he sees the boy, he has never met such a child before. -"What is your name ?"