“I give the Empire ten years to choose the most worthy of my ten sons. And for ten years no one will lift the crown” - the last words of the last All-Russian Emperor. Having said this, he died. And it began... At that moment I had not yet realized myself. But I already lived in another country under a different name. Even though he was in this top ten. Nobody counted on me. But, probably, some were looking. And then my familiar world shattered into pieces. And as icing on the cake, I received the Hunter's Mark. It was at that moment that I pieced my soul together and remembered everything. This is my second life. And I'm coming home. Someone will see in me only a provincial nobleman with a funny trash Mark. Some are the Eighth Prince, the Pretender to the Throne, who can be used...Blind! I will gladly open your eyes. And I will show you the strongest warrior, from the sounds of whose name armies trembled. The one who never gave up and always moved forward. The one who is now cursed by Space and Time and in whom the Family Yes rages...