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“One can not blame a soul for love and devotion to their own country. If anything, it should be considered a positive attribute.” The Archduchess of the Empire had returned to the gardens to find the same roses she had been gifted by her husband on the day of the festivities, in order to replace the withering ones in her chambers. She did not yet want to face the idea of having to remove them all, this hopeful attempt of his to make amends. Gladly she would cling on to any beacon of hope she could take a hold of for now.
She had not expected to find many in the garden, even though the weather was perfectly wonderful for an afternoon stroll. Like many places of the palace, walking it’s paths had a bitter aftertaste to it. The guards that accompanied the princess certainly seemed to think so as well. She was more heavily guarded than the Duchess herself, but she understood the precaution of the English. Certainly, they did not wish to lose another. Let alone their beloved princess. “Homesickness is but a natural feeling, though I myself find comfort in the fact that every member of my family is present here. - Care to tell me, your highness, what you miss most of England?”
🌹 to be in the presence of the future empress of the holy roman empire wasn’t something that margaret thought of happening. yes, the empire and england were allies in the war, but margaret was a mere princess royal of a country that only now was gaining notoriety in the foreign courts. yet, she managed to smile, even if she was feelings nervous. ❝ yes, i must agree with you, your imperial highness. it’s the land God predestined to us, we need to appreciate it. ❞ margot wasn’t a firm believer of this, but she was used to say things just for courtesies.
what she missed more about england was a thing that margaret couldn’t express so loud — the rumours still pursued her and many ministers of her mother were still suspicious. yet, she wanted to meet in person the archduchess’ daughter, augusta of styria. it wasn’t easy to find noble women near her age — for most of her life, margaret was content to have older friends. ❝ to be honest, your imperial highness, i don’t know if i can put into words. maybe it’s the atmosphere ? knowing that i’m with my people. but i also agree with you. i was the last one of my fmaily to arrive, it’s good to be with them again. ❞
The archduchess did not know rather the girl was truly a devoted catholic, or just taught well to say the right things in formal conversations, but either way her phrasing sparked the woman’s curiosity. It was true that the English had mostly squabbled over matters within their own border over the many years, and it’s court held one too many rumors of unholy practices, but Louisa regarded every single ally as important to the succes of her own future empire. If they found themselves truly loyal to the cause of her nation, they would certainly help build and expand it further. - Louisa nodded in agreement to the young princess’ statement. Understanding the longing to see familiar shores again, to feel the soil of the country where one was born, even when it had been so long since she had touched it.
A smile curled the edges of the raven-haired woman’s lips as the princess royal failed to describe in color and detail what this thing was that she longed for. And yet, at the same time she phrased it perfectly. At times, one could not truly pinpoint what it was that they longed for. It was nothing in particular, and at the same time everything at once. In full honesty, Louisa did not care for a detailed description. For she did not wish to understand the girl’s country, she wished to understand her. To assess if she was anything like her parents. If she showed the potential like few others did when they were her age, to be brighter than the common folk that simply fell in line and spend their days sowing away. If the girl had any of her mother’s fire, such mindless tasks would certainly not be her favorite pastime. “Sometimes it feels like a relieve to be rid of one’s family for a little while, to break free from a routine and explore a new side to things. Time will teach us though, that the current in the stream that is our life’s flow, will away bring us back to our roots. We are all at our best when we are united, even if at times we can not see it.”
“Apart from the homesickness, are there parts to your stay in Switzerland that you do find enjoyable?”












