Five years earlier, Hadrian sat on his coffee table beside the gardens in Blauer Hof with a book in his hand. He carefully sipped the tea from his cup and cast his eyes left and right. His lips cracked a grin and stood up, casting off his coat and revealing his plain white shirt and brown vest. He wore his beret cap and scooted away from the gardens. At a distance, Albert glanced over and saw Hadrian sneaking out and shook his head. He instantly sighed heavily casting his head down in defeat and stress.
‘Good Lord. Not again! I swear if he gets into trouble again, God help me, I will tie him up in his chair!’ he sighed slapping himself in his forehead. ‘How long is he going to keep this up?’ he stood up laboriously and followed Hadrian into the town. Hadrian met a middle-aged man waiting for him at the corner of the market. Albert looked over and saw that the man was teaching Hadrian everything about the market. He scratched his head. Is he learning how to grocery shop this
Hadrian led Günter through Ottakring and into Neubau, everything is going according to Hadrian’s plan until they got into Burggasse. As he expected, the road is heavily guarded. He looked over at Günter who seemed fine but the tension in the air made them feel like they’ve been walking and running for hours. They needed to take a break. He looked around and saw a drinking fountain in the nearby alley and they silently slipped through. ‘We will take a break here.’ Hadrian said as Günter drank from the fountain. Hadrian heaved a sigh and sat down on the ground. While he could not afford to take a break, he must consider Günter who a commoner and is not a trained uniform personnel. ‘Francis,’ Günter called, making the young emperor look at him. ‘Are you not going to take a drink?’ Hadrian looked at the drinking fountain and thought that they might not get another chance to drink even after arriving to Wiedner and getting out of Vienna. He stopped and thought that only G
Hadrian was taken to the dungeon in Hofburg, Hadrian looked around and saw the whole place littered with Ottoman soldiers, and none are Hungarian. He found this strange, it seemed to him like the Ottoman are going to take over the country. ‘This sounds like someone is betraying someone.’ Hadrian thought to himself. ‘Looks like these people are not going to honor their deal with the person they talked with in Austria, or so I think.’ They took him to a room and tied him to a chair. An officer came inside and looked carefully at him. He was lucky that the palace was full of Ottoman soldiers who does not know what he looks like. And he decided to pretend to be a commoner. And he started by glaring at the soldier. He kept his glare at any soldier that came in to ask him questions and he always answered the same thing: that he is an ordinary Viennese that wanted to take the invaders out of the city. This answer earned him a beating and another soldier took
An Austrian messenger rode out to Vienna bearing a white flag, he was let in the city and allowed to meet with the serasker where he read the message he bore from Hadrian ‘Our emperor challenges you to meet in battle at the foot of Kahlenberg mountain where your countrymen were defeated more than a century ago.’ The messenger reads. ‘Let this decide the fate of Vienna.’ ‘Why should we accept your challenge?’ Musaf Pasha asked. ‘We already have Vienna.’ ‘Then we will siege you.’ the messenger answered calmly. ‘I am sure you know who have gathered to fight you.’ ‘If you siege us, then we will kill your people.’ ‘If you kill them, then you would be marching to your doom.’ the messenger answered and the serasker sat back, looking at him. ‘I am sure you know what I mean.’ The serasker groaned at him. His fist balling up tightly, wanting to strangle the man until his last breath. But one look from the men around him tells him they’re worried and with good reason. The city that th
Géza Farkas rallied his soldiers to the grounds in front of the Upper Belvedere Palace, following the Turk’s suit back in Hofburg, he also met with the mercenaries he had hired from different countries. He looked content with their numbers and strength, and he feels confident that they would win side by side with the Ottoman forces. They have already received reports that soldiers from different nations are gathering in Count von Hofkirchen’s manor, and the one who must have called them out is most definitely Hadrian. He gritted his teeth after remembering how Musaf Pasha has scolded him for letting two of their hostage escape. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists angrily. ‘Prepare all our forces!’ he shouted. ‘We will move out after the Ottomans!’ the soldiers exchanged looks. It was clear to him that they were feeling perplexed about fighting the main army. ‘But my Lord, the main army is surely stronger than us.’ A soldier voiced out. ‘Are you a coward? Do you call yours
Albert jumped back in surprise, as everyone in the tent did and at the fact that none of them noticed her come in. The woman in question, donning a military uniform of an officer just chuckled at their surprised expressions. They are looking at Archduchess Ilse Mari Johanna von Habsburg, his younger sister and the commander of the Landwehr’s Twenty-second Infantry Division based in Graz. ‘My, my, what interesting faces.’ She told the group in front of her. ‘I could behold them for the rest of the day, but unfortunately, we all have a job to do.’ She glanced at Hadrian and her lips curved up in a smirk seeing how dumbfounded he is. ‘Don’t we, Your Majesty?’ ‘Ilse, how did you get here?’ Albert asked the woman who continued to snicker at them. ‘Just now, Your Highness.’ She answered formally, looking at her older brother. ‘I ordered my men to rush to Vienna as soon as we heard the news, but it turned out we were several days too late so we waited for what will happen next before we d
Hadrian ordered his men to halt on the other side of the hill and he and his commanders went up and looked at the other side.This is the first he had laid eyes on the force of the Ottomans. Their numbers exceed his expectation, he breathed in and gathered his wits. He promised his people victory, and he is determined to deliver. He looked over his shoulder and saw Albert, sitting on his horse and looking seriously at the other side, Hadrian remembered Albert’s joke.‘You still have to marry Princess Catherine.’ Hadrian recalled. His face flushed beet red as soon as the memory came. This made Albert look at him.‘What is the matter?’ Albert asked, taking his blush for another thing. ‘Jittery?’‘No, it’s not that.’ The young emperor answered, looking at the other side. ‘If…’‘Don't even begin, Hadrian.’ Albert interrupted him before he even finished what he was going to say, leaving Hadrian slightly gaping at him. ‘I know what you are going to tell me. And I am going to answer you with
Hadrian fired a shot at Musaf Pasha and the serasker just stared at the young emperor. He screamed from the top of his lungs and charged at Hadrian once again only to fall short, toppling over dead on the ground. With the death of the serasker, the Ottomans sounded the retreat.Hadrian panicked and tried to keep Albert awake.‘Hadrian!’ Josef cried, running to them. ‘What happened to Albert?’‘He was shot!’ Hadrian answered holding Albert close.‘Don’t you dare die, Albert!’ Hadrian cried. ‘I forbid it!’ Albert breathed deeply, feeling his breath leaving him by the second, he tried to speak but he could not even groan. Josef looked around for someone to help them, and he saw a soldier tending to the wounded.‘You! Bring a stretcher! Quick!’ he ordered. The soldier immediately followed his command and carried Albert back to their camp.~~In Vienna, the Ottomans prepare to sack the city upon hearing that the serasker has been killed during the battle at Kahlenberg. But they were stoppe
The Austrian Empire is at disbelief, the people are baffled, and the court officials are confused; their beloved Emperor died, and the lands are thrown into confusion. At the Blauer Hof Palace at Laxenburg, the young eighteen-year-old Crown Prince Hadrian is sitting by the veranda over-looking the pond reading a book when he was disturbed by his butler. His stature is fragile, with pale complexion and jet-black hair, his striking green eyes lowered earnestly at the book he is reading, and his gentle hand cradles the literary work. He hardly spends time inside the palace when not in the veranda, he can be found at the garden tending to and studying about the plants he planted or talking and working with the old man named Marco. He is also known to have kept himself from any kinds of luxury which his noble relatives found as taboo. He has acquired that habit from reading several books about society, authored by ordinary people, who involved people living in poverty, he
Hadrian fired a shot at Musaf Pasha and the serasker just stared at the young emperor. He screamed from the top of his lungs and charged at Hadrian once again only to fall short, toppling over dead on the ground. With the death of the serasker, the Ottomans sounded the retreat.Hadrian panicked and tried to keep Albert awake.‘Hadrian!’ Josef cried, running to them. ‘What happened to Albert?’‘He was shot!’ Hadrian answered holding Albert close.‘Don’t you dare die, Albert!’ Hadrian cried. ‘I forbid it!’ Albert breathed deeply, feeling his breath leaving him by the second, he tried to speak but he could not even groan. Josef looked around for someone to help them, and he saw a soldier tending to the wounded.‘You! Bring a stretcher! Quick!’ he ordered. The soldier immediately followed his command and carried Albert back to their camp.~~In Vienna, the Ottomans prepare to sack the city upon hearing that the serasker has been killed during the battle at Kahlenberg. But they were stoppe
Hadrian ordered his men to halt on the other side of the hill and he and his commanders went up and looked at the other side.This is the first he had laid eyes on the force of the Ottomans. Their numbers exceed his expectation, he breathed in and gathered his wits. He promised his people victory, and he is determined to deliver. He looked over his shoulder and saw Albert, sitting on his horse and looking seriously at the other side, Hadrian remembered Albert’s joke.‘You still have to marry Princess Catherine.’ Hadrian recalled. His face flushed beet red as soon as the memory came. This made Albert look at him.‘What is the matter?’ Albert asked, taking his blush for another thing. ‘Jittery?’‘No, it’s not that.’ The young emperor answered, looking at the other side. ‘If…’‘Don't even begin, Hadrian.’ Albert interrupted him before he even finished what he was going to say, leaving Hadrian slightly gaping at him. ‘I know what you are going to tell me. And I am going to answer you with
Albert jumped back in surprise, as everyone in the tent did and at the fact that none of them noticed her come in. The woman in question, donning a military uniform of an officer just chuckled at their surprised expressions. They are looking at Archduchess Ilse Mari Johanna von Habsburg, his younger sister and the commander of the Landwehr’s Twenty-second Infantry Division based in Graz. ‘My, my, what interesting faces.’ She told the group in front of her. ‘I could behold them for the rest of the day, but unfortunately, we all have a job to do.’ She glanced at Hadrian and her lips curved up in a smirk seeing how dumbfounded he is. ‘Don’t we, Your Majesty?’ ‘Ilse, how did you get here?’ Albert asked the woman who continued to snicker at them. ‘Just now, Your Highness.’ She answered formally, looking at her older brother. ‘I ordered my men to rush to Vienna as soon as we heard the news, but it turned out we were several days too late so we waited for what will happen next before we d
Géza Farkas rallied his soldiers to the grounds in front of the Upper Belvedere Palace, following the Turk’s suit back in Hofburg, he also met with the mercenaries he had hired from different countries. He looked content with their numbers and strength, and he feels confident that they would win side by side with the Ottoman forces. They have already received reports that soldiers from different nations are gathering in Count von Hofkirchen’s manor, and the one who must have called them out is most definitely Hadrian. He gritted his teeth after remembering how Musaf Pasha has scolded him for letting two of their hostage escape. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists angrily. ‘Prepare all our forces!’ he shouted. ‘We will move out after the Ottomans!’ the soldiers exchanged looks. It was clear to him that they were feeling perplexed about fighting the main army. ‘But my Lord, the main army is surely stronger than us.’ A soldier voiced out. ‘Are you a coward? Do you call yours
An Austrian messenger rode out to Vienna bearing a white flag, he was let in the city and allowed to meet with the serasker where he read the message he bore from Hadrian ‘Our emperor challenges you to meet in battle at the foot of Kahlenberg mountain where your countrymen were defeated more than a century ago.’ The messenger reads. ‘Let this decide the fate of Vienna.’ ‘Why should we accept your challenge?’ Musaf Pasha asked. ‘We already have Vienna.’ ‘Then we will siege you.’ the messenger answered calmly. ‘I am sure you know who have gathered to fight you.’ ‘If you siege us, then we will kill your people.’ ‘If you kill them, then you would be marching to your doom.’ the messenger answered and the serasker sat back, looking at him. ‘I am sure you know what I mean.’ The serasker groaned at him. His fist balling up tightly, wanting to strangle the man until his last breath. But one look from the men around him tells him they’re worried and with good reason. The city that th
Hadrian was taken to the dungeon in Hofburg, Hadrian looked around and saw the whole place littered with Ottoman soldiers, and none are Hungarian. He found this strange, it seemed to him like the Ottoman are going to take over the country. ‘This sounds like someone is betraying someone.’ Hadrian thought to himself. ‘Looks like these people are not going to honor their deal with the person they talked with in Austria, or so I think.’ They took him to a room and tied him to a chair. An officer came inside and looked carefully at him. He was lucky that the palace was full of Ottoman soldiers who does not know what he looks like. And he decided to pretend to be a commoner. And he started by glaring at the soldier. He kept his glare at any soldier that came in to ask him questions and he always answered the same thing: that he is an ordinary Viennese that wanted to take the invaders out of the city. This answer earned him a beating and another soldier took
Hadrian led Günter through Ottakring and into Neubau, everything is going according to Hadrian’s plan until they got into Burggasse. As he expected, the road is heavily guarded. He looked over at Günter who seemed fine but the tension in the air made them feel like they’ve been walking and running for hours. They needed to take a break. He looked around and saw a drinking fountain in the nearby alley and they silently slipped through. ‘We will take a break here.’ Hadrian said as Günter drank from the fountain. Hadrian heaved a sigh and sat down on the ground. While he could not afford to take a break, he must consider Günter who a commoner and is not a trained uniform personnel. ‘Francis,’ Günter called, making the young emperor look at him. ‘Are you not going to take a drink?’ Hadrian looked at the drinking fountain and thought that they might not get another chance to drink even after arriving to Wiedner and getting out of Vienna. He stopped and thought that only G
Five years earlier, Hadrian sat on his coffee table beside the gardens in Blauer Hof with a book in his hand. He carefully sipped the tea from his cup and cast his eyes left and right. His lips cracked a grin and stood up, casting off his coat and revealing his plain white shirt and brown vest. He wore his beret cap and scooted away from the gardens. At a distance, Albert glanced over and saw Hadrian sneaking out and shook his head. He instantly sighed heavily casting his head down in defeat and stress. ‘Good Lord. Not again! I swear if he gets into trouble again, God help me, I will tie him up in his chair!’ he sighed slapping himself in his forehead. ‘How long is he going to keep this up?’ he stood up laboriously and followed Hadrian into the town. Hadrian met a middle-aged man waiting for him at the corner of the market. Albert looked over and saw that the man was teaching Hadrian everything about the market. He scratched his head. Is he learning how to grocery shop this
Hadrian rushed back to Austria without waiting for the rest of his entourage. He stood on a vantage point over-looking Vienna, wearing commoner’s clothing at the behest of Albert. ‘Have you gotten word from Lady Csilla yet?’ Hadrian asked Albert who is standing beside him. ‘Nothing yet.’ The Archduke answered. ‘I have sent the message to her two days ago. We should have received her reply already.’ Hadrian clenches his fists tightly. He wanted to go there and look for his siblings himself. ‘Josef, Marianna…’ he thought, sighing heavily and casting his eyes at the sky. ‘Please be safe.’ Albert looked at his cousin and then at the city below. From the information he received, Vienna was sieged two days earlier and it was staged by some of the Hungarian officials aided by the Ottoman Turks. They took the opportunity of Hadrian’s absence and attacked. Csilla has told him everything about Géza’s activities beforehand, but how this slipped from her grasp is beyond