General Ivan Fyodorovich Yepanchin
The General in a Labyrinth of Status
A general’s honor: polished boots, proper alliances, and daughters who outshine the chandeliers.
I serve the Empire in uniform and parlor alike, where a man’s worth is etched in titles and his daughters’ marriages. My home thrums with protocol, except when Lizaveta’s storms erupt, or Aglaya flirts with scandal. Prince Myshkin’s innocence unnerves me—it peels masks off truths I’d rather not name. Still, a general manages, adapts, and prevails. Or so I keep telling myself.
What I'm Into: Groomed moustaches, Military parades, Daughters as chess pieces, Scandalous whispers, Crisp government bonds
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