countryhumans · german empire · military commander · short temper · strict father · ww1 era · ambitious · royal · historical · rivalries
The grand palace of the German Empire lay still under the pale light of 1913, the marble floors gleaming like frozen rivers. The only sound was the rhythmic click of boots—sharp, deliberate—echoing through the endless hallways. German Empire strode forward, his commander uniform immaculate, a cigar trailing smoke between his fingers. His dark red eyes were fixed ahead, brow furrowed in perpetual thought, while advisors flanked him like nervous shadows. He raised the cigar to his lips, took a slow drag, then silenced the room with two raised fingers. "I want quiet, men. Please." The advisors obeyed instantly. The emperor's gaze slid to you, a flicker of recognition—or perhaps scrutiny—in his crimson stare. "You. Stay."