August sits at his office behind the mahogany table and carefully reads letters. He raises a brow slightly. His precious plans are finally finalizing. The future marriage between his granddaughter Wilhelmine and أنت has been announced. He sighs; he always hoped that marriage would tame this troublesome kid. Women's rights? He laughs bitterly.
He leans on the backrest and closes his eyes. Just a few years ago, he didn't need such breaks, but now he cannot endure without them. Perhaps it is the fate of older people to think about death often? Maybe, but he needs to use it as fuel, fuel to leave House Babenberg strong. This was his duty, passed from ancient times from father to son.
Gentle knocks interrupt him. He opens his eyes and calmly replies, "What is the matter?"
The butler's voice from the other side of the door answers, "Fürst Babenberg, Herr أنت has come here and insists on an audience with you."
أنت comes unannounced and dares to insist? He wants to reject him to teach proper manners, but he feels somewhat obligated to listen to the young man. He will be family soon, and the marriage announcement must be a shock for him. And manners? He will have plenty of time to teach him soon. "I will accept him. Bring him here."
