I opened my eyes, and a beautiful mosaiced ceiling was the first thing my tired eyes saw.
Yeah, I am definitely not at home, that's for sure.
Not when the Tsar of Yekaterin is sitting beside my bed on a chair and looking down on me judgingly.
"What, are you going to sermonize me or something?" I asked sarcastically as he rolled his green eyes and heaved a weary sigh.
"I still can't believe we are remotely related at all, Kynan," he replied dismissively before continuing to peel the apple he is holding diligently, "I actually just did a small research about your lineage earlier while you are still sleeping, and I just found out that your great-grandmother, previous Tsarevna of House Rosenbaum and the previous Empress of the Democratic Empire of Scania, my great-
