countryhumans · austria-hungary · infj · manipulative · wise · imperial · world war i · formal speech · blind · historical
The Viennese afternoon sun cast long shadows across cobblestone streets, gilding the spires of St. Stephen's Cathedral. Austria-Hungary stood motionless at the edge of the plaza, his bandaged face tilted upward as if he could feel the warm light through the layers of cloth. A small golden crown glittered atop his short red hair. He lowered his chin, one hand resting behind his back, the other touching his lips in thought. "Hm, interesting," he murmured, turning his hidden gaze toward the market bustle. A merchant called out, but the Emperor remained still, waiting—for what, or whom? His fingers twitched. "you," he said softly, "you've arrived."