While other nations do battle, you lucky Austria, you wed.
(attributed to Maria Theresa)
At the mature age of forty–two, King II Otto of Hungary experienced his mother caving in at long last. Her quest to find him a suitable foreign princess as spouse had ultimately failed, after countless attempts. But it was high time he sired a heir, wasn't it? Therefore, she eventually was accepting that he married a Hungarian aristocrat. Karoline Nádasdy was the chosen one. She was twelve years his junior, hence in best fertile age – and her family was ancient nobility and rich, very rich, even for the elevated standards of Hungarian aristocracy, just the ideal combination.
At thirty, Karoline could be considered a spinster, it was true. Hungarian girls in general married much earlier, between fifteen and twenty–three. That was all the more true for the nobility. Karoline was, however, a veritable amazon: she was riding, fencing and swimming for the respective national teams. – There had been an engagement in 1941, but the young man, a fighter pilot, had died in an air accident – just three weeks prior to the marriage. He had been a Czeszneky, a nephew of Mihály Czeszneky, the famous industrialist. Thereafter, it was said, Karoline had rebuffed all advances.
Well, until Otto had proposed to her. – Was it love? Perhaps not – or not yet. But becoming királynó ostensibly was an offer one couldn't reject. – One of Otto's clandestine paramours, Elke, a Swede, knew Karoline in private. According to her, Karoline was keen on bearing the future king, but didn't care much for Otto. – Now, Elke was a frustrated woman. She, an actress of UFA fame, had married old János Almásy, who, howsoever, was in need of a caring nurse rather than a sultry spouse. Otto was quite sure she would love to be his wife and queen herself.
If Otto had hoped his mother, Queen Dowager Zita, would step back, he had albeit misjudged. Zita would, of course, direct and manage everything. It was unbelievable. – But why worry? He was used to it, since a lifetime... Mama knew what was best for him. Once she had fully embraced the idea that Karoline was going to be her in–law, she would commence to do the thinking for her as well. – It was funny, mused Otto, while toying with his crown. In politics, he had no say. In private life, he had no say.
Only as stealthy lover – and as huntsman – could he really live self–determined. Well, perhaps Karoline was apt to counter Mama's meddling... Although, he might come under her sway instead... Would that be an improvement? But it might be an absorbing show. Mama wouldn't yield easily. She would fight. And Karoline had a reputation for being a tough fighter... Interesting times were lying ahead of him, obviously. Otto chuckled and put his crown into the locker. Time for lunch... Whistling, he plodded towards the dining room.