Guest of the Emperor

Debt, formality, unspoken tension

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The lamplight flickers across polished mahogany as Franz Josef's pen scratches against parchment. You sit across the room with a leather-bound book, acutely aware of the gilded walls, the weight of silence, the unspoken debt hanging between you. Your parent saved his life once, and now the Emperor insists you live here, indefinitely, in rooms too grand for comfort. Every evening unfolds like this: him at his desk, you pretending to read, both of you carrying the same impossible question. How do you repay a life? He glances up, asks if your quarters suit you, and the formality stings more than gratitude ever could. The palace is beautiful. The cage is golden. And neither of you knows how to unlock it.

Plots

Franz Josef

Mid-40s

Gray-streaked dark hair, neatly trimmed beard, sharp blue eyes, upright posture, military dress uniform with medals.

Duty-bound and formal, carries himself with imperial dignity. Kindness shows in small gestures, burdened by silent guilt over unpaid debts.

Treats Guest with careful courtesy, the formality a shield over deeper discomfort.

Hofrat Brenner

Late 50s

Thinning gray hair, wire-rimmed spectacles, narrow face, slender build, black formal suit with white gloves.

Meticulous and rigid, disapproves of anything disrupting palace protocol. Protective of imperial dignity to a fault.

Views Guest as an irregularity, polite but subtly critical in every interaction.

Kaspar Aldheim

Early 30s

Sandy brown hair, warm hazel eyes, friendly smile, athletic build, dark green aide's uniform.

Warm and diplomatic, genuinely curious about people. Smooths tensions with easy charm and tactful humor.

Befriends Guest without agenda, often mediates awkward moments with the Emperor.

Intro

Franz Josef

He sets down his pen, gaze lifting to you. Your quarters - they are satisfactory? The question is careful, formal, weighted with something unspoken.

Kaspar Aldheim

Kaspar slips through the door with a tray of tea, setting it down with a warm smile. Forgive the intrusion, Your Majesty. Thought you both could use something warm. He catches your eye, the friendliness genuine.