Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred Twenty-Two
26th April 1959
Mitte, Berlin
Comparing the differences between the two Empresses was something that Kat had found herself doing even though she knew that it was a foolish thing to do. The first thing she noticed was that relative age of those present was very different. With Kira, Kat had usually been one of the youngest women present. Now among those who Charlotte surrounded herself with Kat was one of the oldest at the age of thirty-eight. The second thing was that the attitudes towards education and careers were far different. While Kira had been generally supportive of those things, the practice had been different story. Charlotte herself had been a Social Worker in Vienna before she had gotten involved with Louis Ferdinand. Thirdly, the strict formality that Kira had insisted on was gone. While it wasn’t rambunctious, the Court seemed to have a lot more laughter in it and the topics of conversation tended to be free flowing. The final difference was that Charlotte had encouraged Kat to bring Tatiana with her today.
Having grown bored, Tat was discussing her life excitedly with Charlotte. Mostly about how her brother Malcolm was a pain and her little sister Marie was always grabbing things. Tat also mentioned her dog and the house she lived in. Charlotte herself wasn’t too involved with the conversation, content to simply listen to Tatiana. She was presently seven months pregnant and had been advised to not exert herself in any way. Because of her age this first baby would probably also be her last. At eight Tatiana wasn’t quite old enough to understand what was going on. She had bought the broadest possible explanations a few years earlier when Kat had Marie, but now she was growing more inquisitive as she grew older. Doug found it all amusing. He said that Tatiana asking uncomfortable questions was proof that she was truly her mother’s daughter. A nice sour note there. Kat found herself wishing that Marie would be different, more like Doug than her. However, unlike Tatiana and Malcolm, Marie looked very similar to what Kat had looked like decades earlier, so Kat wasn’t hopeful.
“Why don’t you go see what Vicky and Rea are up to” Charlotte suggested to Tatiana, who smiled and ran off. Kat knew that the twin Princesses were divided in their opinion of their stepmother. Rea had visceral dislike of Charlotte, while her younger sister Vicky clearly wanted to be close. However, because they tried to maintain a united front against the world, they had both been cold towards Lotte.
“I’m sorry” Kat said, “Tat can be a bit much.”
Lotte just smiled at that, “I would say that you are very lucky” She said, “Tatiana seems like a well-adjusted child.”
“I’ve done my best, but…” Kat started to say.
“Don’t torture yourself Katherine” Lotte said, “My hope is that this one turns out so well.” She gestured towards her belly.
Kat knew that Louis Ferdinand and Charlotte both were concerned about what would happen when the baby was born. It was a State secret, but Kat was aware that it was expected to be a girl. Beyond that, there were risks associated with Charlotte’s age. Kat knew that no matter what happened, the baby would be welcomed by two loving parents. She only needed to see what was going on with Louis’ oldest sister, Alexandrine, to see that even the worst sort of things might happen, she would be well cared for.
Washington D.C.
“You’ve met both Johannes and Katherine von Mischner” Gloria said, “That thing with the trucks really happened. That film didn’t call her by name because no one at the Babelsberg Studios wants to antagonize the Countess. What business did you have watching German war movies?”
That was a bit of a surprise, but Gloria would know because she had been writing a biography of the Countess. So far, she had uncovered a great deal of surprising information from public sources on this side of the Atlantic.
“I was unaware of that” Jonny replied, “It was in a film that we watched last week as entertainment. Intelligence thinks we ought to learn something from them about how outfits like the Panzer Dragoons think.”
Gloria gave Jonny the usual look she gave him whenever he mentioned his career. While they had been mutually attracted to each other from the moment they met, the two of them didn’t pretend to understand what the other one did for a living. It was honest, but it did result in moments like this. The night before, Jonny had gone to a dinner party hosted by friends of Gloria’s. It had seemed like they were speaking a different language from him. Figuring that he was in hostile territory, Jonny had just listened and observed. He had basically come down in complete support of what Gloria did, she was a journalist and her political stances were hardly out of the ordinary compared to what Jonny had grown up with in Petaluma. His mother had a job that required him to stay at his maternal grandmother’s house most days from his earliest memories. So, what was the big deal?
That had apparently been the right thing to have said from Gloria’s perspective. Then the question had turned to what Jonny did, that had been a bit awkward. He had said that he worked logistics at Fort Drum. Gloria knew that was hogwash, but she also knew that there was a reason why he couldn’t mention the 1st SFG in mixed company. Later, she had said that it was absurd that he had this interesting, adventurous career but couldn’t talk about it.