THE CHANCELLOR OF AUSTRIA - PRINCE VON METTERNICH
Late nights were the rule at Schönbrunn, not the exception.
Another letter, another problem. "... And we have been hearing reports of desire for the people in the lower areas of the United Kingdom of the Netherlands to create their own homeland, a 'Belgium,' independent of the House of Orange. The movement seems to be particularly popular among the university students..." A Belgium? What would a Belgium do other than be swallowed by France when she had recovered her strength after years of having the Usurper bleed her. I can see it now: fighting the Dutch today and then Austria tomorrow. What a king William has proven to be. Truly a 'Sovereign Prince!'
The Chancellor threw the letter down, not bothering to read further to know that William I was doing absolutely nothing to remedy the situation. Metternich would have sooner installed a potato as King of the Dutch than one as indecisive as William. The Austrian noble sighed and reclined in his chair. An intervention would have to take place and most assuredly it would need to happen soon. Shall force be considered? Is that prudent? He doubted the other members of his Holy Alliance would enjoy any military movement along the border of the German Confederation even if it was to quell rebellion. Plus, Dutch police rounding up schoolboys might be viewed as heavy-handed by the rest of Europe and his mind wandered as he tried to decide the best course of action.
Though the chancellor had been rewarded many titles by the House of Hapsburg during his loyal service, he wondered if the other princes he spent time propping up would ever recognize his hard work? The man nearly chuckled then, imagining himself a Dutch Count or even an Italian Duke maybe! No, no, that was not the life for him. The glory was for the Williams of the world to take. He was to rule Europe, but not as a conqueror like the Usurper, nor as a financier like the British fancied themselves. No, his reign was in the back alleys, salons, the markets, from the shadows - truly, a thankless job. William and his royal peers could idle so long as Metternich worked.
"Heavy is the head." He said, picking up the letter and putting it on the stack that could wait for a reply. Surely an untimely accident to some of these 'Belgian leaders' would throw cold water over their fiery resolve. Belgium was to be Dutch... or even Austrian once more... but never again would her people fight for the French.
The candle light was growing dimmer, and forced him to retrieve a companion for it in his desk. He knew some of the servants joked that the only light from the Schönbrunn at night was "Metternich's Lantern." Perhaps if they had such a work-ethic like the one they mocked they could be more than butlers or gardeners. The thought of some Hungarian or Croat pissant able to become Chancellor was ambivalent one, in that he found the notion equal parts humorous and revolting.
Well, Metternich's Lantern is ablaze tonight. While the Hapsburg's snored he ruled their empire for them.
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The last item on the agenda was usually his favorite item. The report he saved for last was like a digestif for the bland gruel of Belgiums and Williams he had to sift to: The Eaglet.
Vienna's own little zoo animal, a spectacle for visiting dignitaries of the allied powers over the Usurper. Some had thought that Franz would be an embarrassment for Metternich - but no, quite the contrary! The marriage between Marie-Louise and the Usurper had been a deft political move and served to benefit Austria when she needed it most. Granted the Corsican wanted Alexander's sister, but Metternich knew for Austria to survive the crucible of those wars was to gather her strength in his shadow. The "Golden Heifer" was offered up at the tyrant's alter of bloodlust so that Austria could gather her strength. Besides, Little Franz had transformed from a French Prince to a good Austrian soldier, and would always be kept in the confines of the imperial grounds. Franz was a reminder to not only Metternich, but the world that they had triumphed over Napol- the Usurper.
The whispers of fear that the boy was some sort of threat was laughable. Metternich had to monitor events in the four corners of Europe, surely he could monitor the goings on of single a man not yet fully-grown; Franz could not even shave his whiskers without Metternich knowing. In some ways, he viewed his monitoring of the young man as a sort of... paternal undertaking. After all, if it were not for him, Marie Louise and the Corsican would have never married in the first place.
He opened the letter and could not help but smile as he went through the young man's daily activities. The usual fluff: "Franz was particularly interested in drilling today," and "Franz wished to discuss the disposition of the allied forces at Leipzig and the order of battle" (Metternich only instructed Franz' tutors and comrades to discuss the Allied victories) and of course "Franz seemed in good spirits, but there is a perpetual air of melancholy about the man." He was smiling then, until he read the final lines of one of his agent's report : "Franz is showing a certain affinity for the Duchess Sophie of Bavaria, and it's this soldier's unprofessional opinion that she shares the sentiment. The prince and the duchess took a leisurely stroll out of earshot today - the duchess seemed to be very close to our Eaglet and leaning on him as they walked ." The Chancellor lingered on that , before balling the paper up and tossing it aside. Corporals and tutors could surround the man, but Sophie is a different story. An ally of some political importance... All of a sudden the Eaglet became more menacing than he had previously been.
He relaxed - the Usurper's son was under virtual house arrest and there was nothing any Bavarian duchess could do about that. As long as Metternich could keep himself abreast of their little relationship he was still in control.
Metternich was the master of Europe, a teenager was no threat to him...
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