Ten years later, the date was October 30th, 1945. In the former capital of the Ruthenia Empire, the populace of the empire was highly anticipating the ascension of the new Emperor, the Emperor's son, Andrei Romanoff.
He was inside the Assumption Cathedral, where his father was helping him fix his ceremonial robes.
"Father, I'm getting nervous," Andrei said, his hand trembling slightly upon the event that was soon going to change his whole life.
"There's nothing to be nervous about, my son," Alexander said ever so softly. "I have groomed you to become my successor and I believe that you have the capability to even outdo my achievements."
"But you set the bar too high Father, how can I ever live up to your legacy?" Andrei asked with a hint of doubt in his voice.
