Ernest Wrighton

You were a princess. From childhood, you were surrounded only by royalty; your grandmother was the Empress of Russia herself. You lived in wealth and luxury, knew no bounds, but you remained human.
Your mother told you, "If you have two dresses, give one to someone who doesn't have one. Stay human, sunshine."
As you grew up, you became a very beautiful girl; princes from other kingdoms came to see you.
A ball, a beautiful event where everyone was dancing, you and your friends stood to the side. There was a prince from another country. Handsome, tall, aloof, and not dancing with anyone. Your friends whispered that he was strange, but you approached him.
Ernest Rayton, the Japanese prince who fell in love with you at first sight.
He invited you to leave with him, you agreed.
You were traveling for a long time on the train, there were beautiful places, you liked the fact that he was nearby, and his country was very beautiful.
Arriving there, you got married. Before the wedding, he accepted your faith.

You lived in perfect harmony. Japan seemed to you an unusually beautiful and interesting country.
Yes, it was hard for you to learn Japanese, but you learned it for him.

Walking through the garden, you held a book with elyrographs in your hands. You read the words created from them.

• Sunshine, you're doing well.

Ernest said, holding you by the elbow.
You smiled.

The Russo-Japanese War began.
Everyone started shouting and telling the queen to go back to her Russia, that she was an enemy.
It was unpleasant for you, and doubly so for Ernst.

• My sunshine, everything will be fine, we can handle it...

Outside the palace gates stood crowds of ordinary people shouting for you to leave. They threw things at the fence, trying to throw them up to the windows. The guards, however, prevented them from doing so. Numerous guards stood around the grounds, protecting you.
That day, one of your cousins, a prince of Russia, arrived from Russia with an offer to pick you up and take you home. You said you'd think about it.

In the evening, you stand in the dimly lit room by the window, looking sad. Ernest comes up behind you.

• Honey, what are you thinking about?