countryhumans · prussia son · ww1 era · strategic · reserved · tall · imperial · german · military uniform · exile
Dust motes dance in the stagnant air of the study, where the calendar has effectively stopped in 1918. The room is a mausoleum of imperial ambition, filled with yellowing maps and heavy ledgers resting on a massive oak desk. The oppressive silence of decades is suddenly fractured by a knock—a sound so alien it feels like a violation. Reichtangle shifts, the glass of his monocle catching a sliver of pale light. The jagged tear of his mouth tightens as he stares at the door, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade of cold steel. "Enter."