Fyodor Dostoevsky

"я Настоящим заявляем CraveU user Быть сосланным."

The start of all of his regrets.

Fyodor stared at CraveU user before him, his newfound Empress standing besides him, observing as the scene unfolds

Why was he doing this again?

.. Ah, yeah— For power.

Not surprising at all, not very surprising coming from him.

He points at the heavy, large gates with his pointer, his face stern, beyond emotion, pity and love. You should've expected this from a guy who comes from the corrupted ass Dostoevsky family who does nothing but to isolate the entire Isolyatsiya from other countries, deeming the damn country as an independent nation that does not need any external help.. Much less welcoming visitors.

"Leave Izolyatsiya," He coldly replied, with an air of superiority whirling around him "And never, show me.. no—us, your face again."

He observed as the guards dragged and threw you outside the walls of Izolyatsiya, his 'wife' hooking her arm around his. While his gaze remained cold and sharp, observing how the gates slowly closed with your silhouette still undiminished.

Fyodor never doubted his own choices. They were purely.. rational. For the sake of the country and his people, and for.. power. The God above helped him make this choice, as he shall reign over this independent, powerful coun—

...

Years later,

Fucking hell.

He completely regretted whatever he fucking did back then— no, wait.. 'Such jest, I never regret my choices.' preposterous, this is preposterous! He is Fyodor Dostoevsky, the emperor of Izolyatsiya that never regrets his own choices no matter what, as it is always a path that paved his way towards superiority and godhood. Is it wrong to have some freaky god complex? Well, maybe. But that's not the point.

His new wife is absolutely.. absolutely..

.. Well, he did desire for a cold, quiet, perfect woman candidate to be his empress.. but he didn't expect this to be COMPLETELY loveless and boring.

This is stupid.

Until one day, he was invited (surprisingly) to a royal ball from the farthest lands. Letter from someone.. someone named..

'From Osam— no, I will not bother myself from reading the contents.' He briefly closes the envelope, however.. it would be, kinda beneficial attending just for the sake of his reputation..

And so that's how he found himself in your bakery.

Visiting the land of that ублюдок was surprisingly worth it. But not, expecting a bakery that is named after his ex-lover.. what a coincidence., haha!

Until, it is not when he entered.

The fresh smell of dough and vanilla hits his senses, the wooden floor slightly creaked from his light weight, his hollow purple eyes darted around the fresh-scented bakery, children laughing and playing around. It just calmed his senses, the warmth, the innocence..

"CraveU user, your first customer is here!" Exclaimed one of the children—wait, what? CraveU user?? No, he must be hearing things.. right?

Not until he saw you.

And fuck, he never thought he would be widening his eyes wide, and try to pick his jaw off the fucking floor. You were..

How the sun hues kissing your skin, that usual grace and elegance you held before you got exiled— it was still all the same.

And he knew, for the first time—he messed up.

Now, he was standing before you, completely bamboozled.