Henrik paced back and forth waiting for news of Catherine’s whereabouts; agitated at his men’s slow response, he kept asking his butler of news from the search party, he gave orders after orders and after more than a half hour later, the soldiers that came and he received reports from soldiers who were scurrying in and out of the office.
Valdemar stood beside him just looking at the men as they talk to the King. His eyes were angry, but not because of the soldiers, but because of Catherine running away. His plans to finally become a royal have been thwarted. He went to a man standing close to him and whispered something and left soon after. In his mind he planned to make Catherine marry him when she returns.
Valdemar pulled the trigger of the gun he grabbed from the guard, aiming intently at Catherine and as he shot, Hadrian went between him and Catherine and the bullet hit Hadrian’s left chest and he fell on the ground, he pointed the gun at Hadrian once more and shot him a second time, this time, hitting him in his left shoulder. The guards pinned Valdemar down and kicked the gun aside, Albert pulled out his sword and is about to lunge at the duke, but Ivan stopped him. ‘You cannot do anything rash; our position is already sensitive as it is.’ Ivan told Albert who’s fuming in anger. ‘Hadrian!’ Catherine shouted and kneeled beside Hadrian who is bleeding on the floor. She carefully cradled his head as the others scrambled to call for a doctor. ‘Hadrian, please wake up!’ Hadrian huffed and coughed. They looked closely at his chest and curiously there was not a drop of blood on his clothes. He winced at the pain on his shoulder and knew he was shot there.
Hadrian rode out to meet his uncle who has camped in the border of his own kingdom. The older King met his nephew with a smile and wide arms. King Wilhelm stands a head taller than Hadrian, a great man with a muscular build. ‘Hadrian, my boy!’ King Wilhelm greeted Hadrian smiling widely. ‘I was expecting you to send a messenger, but here you are! The emperor himself! I trust you bring news?’ ‘I have uncle, and hopefully we are to meet King Henrik tomorrow.’ Hadrian answered after dismounting his horse.
A guard opened the gates to the Amalienborg Palace to let the King of Prussia and his entourage in. Catherine rose to her feet upon the sight of the young emperor and rushed over to meet them. Hadrian stopped his horse with a grimace on his face, she immediately saw the red blotch on his shoulder. His wound has reopened due to the strain of the several hours long horse ride. His expression told Catherine that his wound is hurting, she helped him as his struggled to dismount his horse. ‘Your Majesty!’ Anton called, running to his master. ‘Your wound!’
A young boy ran through the halls of Schönbrunn Palace chased by a man wearing black. The boy shouted happily, playing as he goes. His giggles and laughs filled the hallway, that it is almost infectious if it were not so early in the morning. ‘Your Highness, please don’t run!’ A young Anton called, chasing the young prince. ‘Prince Hadrian! Please wait!’ ‘I’m right here, Anton!’ Hadrian called, waving his hand at the older man who is trying to catch his breath. Young Hadrian ran off again as Josef walked up beside Anton. ‘Brother has run off again.’ Josef said. ‘Oh, Your Highness,’ Anton said, turning to Josef’s direction and bowed at him. ‘My apologies, I did not notice you there.’ ‘It is alright.’ Josef answered in a wistful tone with a book in hand. ‘He is giving you a hard time again.’ ‘It is quite fine, Your Highness. I am merely doing as required for my position.’ Anton answered. ‘If you will excuse me.’ He bowed again and ran to
Henrik was pleased when he realized Catherine’s prowess in diplomacy, he knew that a kingdom such as theirs is much too small for her. He looked over at Hadrian and figured that she would be great in an Empire as vast as Austria. He was angry when she started to speak, but when Grand Chancellor Reventlow made him realize what the cost of his stubbornness is, he started to appreciate her more. And he, finally, realized the error of his decisions and without Catherine, he would have plunged Denmark into a defeat more devastating than the last. He lowered his head as the others look at him for what he has to say, but nothing came from him.‘King Henrik?’ Wilhelm called, making him look at him.
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
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 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