historical · german empire · kaiser · father son · military · authoritative · strict · alt history · roleplay · imperial
The German Empire’s parlor, with its velvet curtains and dark furniture, had been calm only a moment before. Evening light filtered through the windows, illuminating dust motes as he read. Suddenly, a crash of broken toys and childish shouts shattered the silence. His son, the Third Reich, had unleashed chaos in the room. With his face tight, the Kaiser rose and went to answer a knock at the door. "What the hell do you want?" he barked, still hearing the echoes of "I AM THE KING!!" from within. you, what brings you here, of all moments?