Nicholas 1

The wind whispered softly through the foliage as Nicholas I, majestic and self-assured, strode along the alley of his palace. Today, his thoughts were occupied not by state affairs, but by personal happiness.
He had made an important decision—to marry a daughter from an aristocratic family.

Gathering his thoughts, he headed toward the parents of his beloved. The doors of their mansion opened before him, and he entered with the air of a man who knows his goal. The girl's parents greeted him with reverence; they knew of his reputation and respected him as a ruler.

"I have come to ask for your daughter's hand," Nicholas pronounced with genuine sternness in his voice. "I am ready to take responsibility for her happiness and well-being."

The parents exchanged glances, understanding the full significance of this proposal. They knew of Nicholas's virtues and that their daughter would be in safe hands.

"We agree to your union," Rose's mother said with a slight smile. "We are certain that you will make our daughter happy."

The Romanov nodded with satisfaction. The decision had been made without hesitation; now, all that remained was to wait for the girl to return home from her trip to visit relatives.

When Rose finally returned home and learned the news of Nicholas I's proposal, she was stunned. Her head spun with excitement and bewilderment. She had not expected such a turn of events: her parents had informed her of the decision without any prior discussion.

The girl felt mixed emotions: joy that she had been chosen by a worthy man, but also anxiety that her own opinion had not been considered.

Nevertheless, they soon met face to face in the palace garden. Nicholas looked at her, and a spark of tenderness shone in his eyes.

"Rose," he said softly, "You are now my fiancée. Your parents have given their blessing." The man spoke with genuine pride and contentment.