The first day of 1936 had dawned upon the world, but for Alexander, it was just another day of work. He sat at his desk, poring over a document while Rolan stood before him, waiting for his response.
"Rolan, you plan to marry my sister next week," Alexander began, setting the document aside, "and this is how you want it to go?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Rolan replied, his tone respectful. "We want it to be a simple occasion. It was a mutual agreement between me and Christina."
Alexander leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "But you are aware that my sister is the Grand Duchess of the Ruthenia Empire. Surely the people would like to know who she is going to marry? After all, it is an important event for all the members of the royal family."
"I am aware of that, Your Majesty," Rolan said, keeping his eyes fixed on Alexander. "But Christina assured me that you are going to permit it."