Life is not boring for Russian princes: for breakfast they’re served the Rajputana throne, and for dinner they’re asked to lead the Scandinavian Empire. But as for me, these royal duties are up to an artifact lamp—no matter at all. No chair will help me when the Great Redistribution begins or another Long Night comes. I can count only on myself and my allies—now I just need their critical mass to surpass the army of the creatures of the Taj. And on that score, I’ve also come up with a few ideas.