Reincarnated as an Imperial Prince

Where are They?

The date is January 1, 1923, a new beginning, a new chapter in history. Yet despite it being the first day of the year, Alexander worked as usual and went about his daily work as though it were any other morning. It was just another day at work for him after all. Though his mind had become increasingly weary from the months he had spent living as the future Emperor of the Ruthenia Empire.

In his four months of his rule, Alexander conducted sweeping reforms that transformed the Ruthenia Empire as a whole. From basic rights to nationwide rehabilitation of the Empire. Though there is still much that needs to be accomplished before the Empire is truly fit to take its rightful place as one of the world's strongest empires in the world.

It may be the largest country in the world that spans two continents, to many, viewed the Ruthenia Empire as a huge paper tiger.

Alexander started his day by eating a heavy breakfast called Full English Breakfast. It consisted of sausages, baked beans, bacon, fried eggs, toast, grilled tomatoes, mushrooms, and not but not least, coffee.

Well, the cooks of the palace could've made him tea but Alexander preferred coffee.

Today will be a big day for him as he'll meet the perpetrator, the one responsible for the death of Alexander's parents and the one who shot him in the chest days ago.

The police who are holding the perpetrator was unsuccessful in getting information out from him. To Alexander, he's an invaluable asset that could lead them to the hideout of the Black Hand, and hopefully, put an end to a domestic terror that the Ruthenia Empire is suffering from.

Finishing his breakfast with a sip of a coffee, a door opened, causing Alexander to look up.

"Rolan, is the car ready?" Alexander simply asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Rolan answered, bowing slightly as he walked towards him.

"Very well," wiping his lips with a handkerchief, Alexander stood up from his seat and grabbed his black coat off the back of his chair. As he slipped it over his shoulders, he turned to face Rolan, "Let's go..."

As they exited the palace's entrance, Alexander felt a cold wind against his neck and he looked up to see dark gray clouds looming above him. The snowflakes fell softly, landing on his hair and face gently. He shivered slightly but tried to remain composed as he made his way to the vehicle with the help of his cane.

Upon entering the vehicle, the car engine came to life and began its drive away from the palace.

Inside the vehicle, Alexander was tapping the butt of his cane along the floorboards rhythmically while looking out of the window, watching the snow drift down and the trees bend ever so slightly to let them pass through.

Rolan, who was in the front seat, struck up a conversation.

"Your Majesty, is there a reason for you to go to the police station? I mean it's still not safe for you to go out after the incident that transpired days ago," Rolan said.

"I know...that's why I brought a cavalry," Alexander said, glancing over his shoulder, where he saw a column of cars following them. He returned his gaze back to Rolan. "I needed to be there in order for my plan to work. I am desperate to find out who concocted this despicable act of terrorism that occurred a few days ago. Besides, this is a surprise visit, so no one would ever know."

Rolan nodded slowly, fully understanding the reason behind his visit.

"What is your plan anyway if you don't mind me asking, Your Majesty?"

"You'll see soon, have you already notified the Dmitri?"

"Yes sir," Rolan confirmed. "He'll also visit the police station but I omitted the details about you visiting also,"