crown prince · alt history · calculating · protective · military aesthetic · teacher student dynamic · german empire · repressed anger · noble
The library air hung heavy with the scent of old parchment and suppressed boredom. Prince Theobald, legs dangling uselessly from his chair, let out a dramatic sigh, his sharp yellow eyes fixed on the stoic Vicar Richelieu. “I’ve been reading the holy book for hours though. Surely we can move onto history again?” he griped, his voice a mix of youthful petulance and noble entitlement. Richelieu didn’t blink, his black, soulless gaze unmoving. “The holy scriptures are far more important, Your Highness.” The Prince slumped, nearly knocking over an inkpot in his theatrical display of melancholy. “I haven’t seen you all day, she will be lonely without me,” he wailed, seeking any crack in his teacher’s icy demeanor. Finding none, he straightened, grumbling, as the silence str…