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The Carintho-Harkaner Legation
Dun Eidyn, Caledonia
February 18, 2018


Minister Ervin Cinege sat back in his office, rubbing his temples. The room was quiet, the only sounds coming from the ticking of his grandfather clock and the constant “binging” of his e-mail inbox as the Carintho-Harkaner Legation in Caledonia was erupting into activity as a result of the coup d’état. He swiveled in his chair to view the large Burgundian doors that lead to the balcony of his office. There was a certain calming sensation while watching the silent snow falling upon the revolutionary city.

The Minister rose from his chair and walked over to a cabinet across from his desk. He pulled out a bottle of Whiskey, imported straight from Karcag, and poured himself a bit in his glass. He swirled the whiskey in the glass as he walked toward the table in his office, and took a seat in the corner – giving him a full view of his rather ornate office for a Legation. He loosened his tie and undid the first button of his collar, throwing back the whiskey in one gulp. It warmed his belly as he looked to the clock “2:45AM,” he said to himself.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door “I’m busy,” he yelled back. “Herr Cinege,” the insistent voice called back, knocking once again. He had recognized the voice as that of his assistant, Marcella Eckstein. The Minister sighed as he rose from his chair and walked toward the door, unlocking it.

“Marcella,” he began “I specifically instructed you not to bother me tonight unless the Kaiser himself was on the phone.”

“I’m sorry, Herr Cinege,” she was interrupted.

“I am not a German man, Marcella,” he snapped “You needn’t call me Herr.”

“Of course sir,” Marcella nodded “I am sorry.”

“Now, is the Kaiser himself on the phone right now?” Ervin asked.

“No sir,” she answered.

“Is the Chancellor on the line? Is Minister Falkenrath?” he persisted.

“No sir, no,” she tried to get a word in edgewise.

“Then my God,” he roared “Why would you interrupt me when I have specifically asked you not to?”

“I am sorry, sir,” she answered “However I do believe the situation has changed quite drastically and it commands your immediate attention. Minister, the security team downstairs has confirmed that the Caledonian King, Mael Colium V, has arrived in the Carintho-Harkaner Legation…he is now on our sovereign territory.”

The Minister’s expression changed drastically. It was as if the toll that the hours of the day and years of his life had taken on him completely dissipated. He shot over to his computer to see if any of his 109 unread e-mails made any mention of the King’s arrival at the Legation or if anyone had any knowledge of that he would be arriving.

“Marcella,” he yelled “does any one know that the King has arrived?”

“No,” Marcella answered “He arrived in the cover of night. His team told us that no one other than his family and the most trusted of his aides are aware that he is here right now. Should I call Hallein and get the Minister on the line?”

“Yes,” the Minister commanded – rebottoning his shirt and putting his tie back on “Inform Minister Falkenrath promptly and the Chancellor. In the meantime, provide the King with food and a place to rest – we aren’t savages.”
 

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Kalosca, Harkány

Rudolph’s eyes flickered open. The sun’s light hit the bed in just the right way for it to blind Rudolph. He flinched, lifting his arm to cover his eyes. He rolled onto his back and stretched his arms and legs – noticing that he had quite a bit more room in the bed than he remembered falling asleep with. He turned his head to the left to see the sheets had been thrown off and no person was laying there. Sighing, he threw the sheets off from him and sat up.

When he stood, scratching his bare lower back, he searched the floor trying to find the pants he had kicked off the night before. Sure enough, they were laying in the corner of the room. As he walked over, his foot smacked against a cup sitting on the floor. He looked down to see the rolling cup spill out the whiskey all over the cream-colored floor. “Shit,” he muttered to himself, grabbing his pants and putting them on.

“Levente!” Rudolph yelled, walking into the bathroom. It was at this point that it finally hit him that he may have a bit too much to drink the night before. As he turned his head, darted his eyes, there was a slight delay for the world to catch up. “Fuck,” he said to himself as he leaned over the bathroom counter. After a slight pause, he looked up into the mirror at the straggly mess before him. Splashing water in his face, he once more called for Levente. “Where the devil has he gone,” the prince muttered to himself.

The Prince stumbled down the stairs and into the living room of the apartment. There, on the couch, Levente was laying down with a blanket covering his body. His arm was exposed, moving only to change the channel on the television.

“Oh,” Levente said “The Prince has risen.”

“Just once in my life I’d like to wake up, roll over, and see you lying beside me.”

“Then you’ll need to get up at a reasonable hour.”

“It’s 10AM.”

“And such the morning is already gone.”

Rudolph laughed and promptly collapsed on top of Levente, who audibly grunted from a full-grown man falling onto him.

“Why do you always do that?” Levente tried to push Rudolph off him.

“Oh you love it,” Rudolph laughed.

“I love you.”

The two paused and stared at each other. Rudolph leaned in for a kiss and Levente met him half way. Rudolph buried his head into Levente’s chest and the two laid there for a moment, but Levente interrupted.

“You really do need to get moving,” Levente insisted.

“It’ll be fine,” Rudolph dismissed “I have like two hours before I need to go.”

“Sure, but you’re underestimating how long it takes you to get ready in the morning.”

“Pretty takes time.”

“Especially when there’s so little to work with in the first place.”

Rudolph laughed and pushed himself off of Levente, rising to his feet. He noticed that on the stand, next to the TV, was a half empty bottle of whiskey. He pulled the lid off the bottle and took a swig directly from it. He only coughed a little.

“It’s literally 10,” Levente called out.

“It’s like 5 in Touzen, or whatever that saying is.”

“Doesn’t your head hurt?”

“You can’t be hungover if you’re still drunk.”

“And this is the man who will be Kaiser of the Empire one day.”

“Oh, shut up.”

There was a silence in the room. The prospect of becoming Kaiser had never sat well in Rudolph’s stomach. He played the part well, he could put himself together just fine. He could wow an entire room of aristocrats and install some kind of comfort in the future of the Empire. However, in all of those interactions there was a certain degree of levity in that the true demands of governance were never on him.

“I mean,” Levente’s tone shifted “it’s well known in Harkány that Joseph’s health is deteriorating.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Rudolph shook his head.

“I know you don’t, but you have to,” Levente answered.

“Right now, in this minute?” Rudolph’s tone changed to a more aggressive one. He immediately pulled it back and looked down at the floor “I’m sorry, Lev.”

“Are we going to be okay?” Levente asked.

“Of course,” Rudolph shot back “it’s a hangover. It’s not our first time.”

“No, Rudy,” he shook his head. He threw the blanket off of him and got up from the couch. “I mean you and me. I mean, you’re going to be Kaiser one day. You’ll need a wife, you’ll need an heir, you’ll need to play the role the Empire demands of its Kaiser.”

“I’ll be the Kasier,” Rudolph answered him “I am the most powerful man in Carinthia-Harkány. I’ll do what I want.”

“Do you truly believe that the Kaiser is the most powerful man in the Empire?” Levente asked.

Rudolph sighed and put the bottle of whiskey back down on the tv stand. He walked over to Levente and threw his arms around him and held tightly.

“I’ll never leave you,” he said to Levente “No matter what.”

“I know,” Levente answered.

“Now, if you’re done being all sentimental…I have a gala to prepare for.”
 
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