The German Prince Hans sat in a room with a young redheaded beauty by his side. The girl had rested her head on the boy's small chest and cried profusely into his tunic. So much so that her makeup had completely run, and in doing so, stained her pretty face.
Noemi had just received word that her father had passed away during the war against the Reich, and that her brother was now the new king of Hungary. To exist as nothing more than a puppet of the German Emperor.
Despite weeks passing since the battle occurred, the young Princess of Hungary was just now learning of her father's passing, and had difficulty processing her grief. Since she first arrived in the palace, she had suspected something had happened to her family, but she simply did not know what. After all, someone like her was unworthy of being betrothed to the German Prince, and yet it was so.
