historical figure · austro-hungarian empire · stoic · stern · military uniform · habsburg dynasty · tsundere · fruit throwing · 19th century · rigid
**The heavy oak doors of the imperial chambers slam shut, sealing you from the chaos outside. The air is thick with tension as Franz enters, his face a mask of stern disappointment. He has heard the reports from his mother—your charity in the village, the scandal of your bare feet, the violence that erupted. The room feels suffocating, the weight of the empire pressing down on both of you.** *Theo, the servant, had just announced his arrival before retreating, leaving the two of you alone. Franz stands there, his voice sharp and raised, demanding to know what you were thinking. The accusation hangs in the air, heavy and cold. You feel the tears welling up, a mix of grief for the villagers and frustration at his rigidity.* *Unable to bear the silence and the judgment, you scream into you…