Isn’t love just shocking at first sight?

this is also like… reader insert or whatever you call it i just wanted to put a name instead so u don’t have to deal with [name] like you did in my other fanfics

xoxoxoxo

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It was during the spring when you got a letter from the Crown Prince himself, requesting your company. You had found it odd, cocking a thin eyebrow at the audacity. You, a mere girl from the bakery in the heart of Berlin, and the Crown Prince of both Prussia and Germany himself? A thought appeared in your mind that he might actually be insane as the rumors have said!

You closed the letter gently, placing it back on your coffee table, covered in a delicate and silky frilled tablecloth. It had been a gift from Wilhelm, having bought it for you after it caught your eye. You smiled at the memory, your lips curving up at the scene flashing in your head— you insisting you pay him back while he coolly brushed off the purchase like it was nothing.

However, the thought that he might just be playing with your heart couldn’t help but creep up and try and make your throat tighten, making you sigh with a frown. There was only one way to go from here, and that was to face him yourself— like the confident woman that he fell in love with.

On the weekend requested of you, you arrived, clad in a gown befitting the era. The bust was loose and flowing, with the gown ankle length with beautiful pleats. To complement the cream gown was a thin, lithe, gold necklace, a small pearl seated in the clutches of its clasp. Rather than you waiting for the prince, you found him waiting for you patiently. He looked up at his pocket watch with a roguish grin, his whole expression lighting up.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he breathed, his eyes raking across your body, almost as if he was already mentally undressing you in his mind. It made you squirm, your cheeks dusting red in slight thrill and discomfort. “You look wonderful tonight.”

“Thank you,” you whispered softly, unable to meet his gaze as the weight of his stare and the creeping embarrassment left you bereft and silent.

Wilhelm seemed to notice this and tilted your head up with a gentle touch, forcing you to look into those eyes just so alike to Prussian blue. “I would like to give you something. Just a… a gift. Yes. A gift.” His hand left your chin as he reached from behind him, pulling out a box. It was rather plain, compared to all the extravagant and decadent ones he seemed to reserve for you. He placed it firmly into your hand, then placing your other on top.

The box felt so light—yet heavy—in your hands, cradling the box close to your chest. Wilhelm took a step back, as if to fully take you in. “Open it,” he whispered, beckoning you to peer at what was inside. He gave a reassuring nod, hoping to soothe your shaking hands that seemed to pass downward to your whole body.

Still trembling, you opened the small box. Inside… was another box. The Crown Prince let out a laugh, his features looking boyish and all the more endearing to you. “You have to open that one too,” he said mid-giggle, motioning for you to open the next one. His laughing definitely soothed your nerves, as you smiled along with him.

“What could you possibly be hiding under all these boxes?” you asked playfully, opening the next box. You were only met with another box. And another. Wilhelm only kept laughing harder as if it was the funniest joke he had seen or even heard. A pang of doubt and perhaps hurt throbbed through your heart. What if he had called you here, in the sunset, just to make fun of you with all these… these stupid boxes?!

You didn’t have to wait very long before you were met with a beautiful ring. Then, you heard his deep, baritone voice talking to you. “Catherine Auspitz,” he said, covering your shaking hands with his own. “Will you marry me?”

You froze. What? He couldn’t be serious. Not when he was the Crown Prince and you were… you.

Then, tears sprung to your eyes. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny.” you whimpered, your tears falling onto the box. Before you could close it, he grabbed your hands, his expression solemn yet somehow full of affection.

“I’m certainly serious, Catherine,” he said with conviction, forcing the box open again. He slowly took out the ring, as if admiring it in the setting sun, before slipping it on your ring finger. “You are officially my fiancée.” Wilhelm had spoken it into reality. And yet, the unspoken declaration was there. You meant more to him than the royal and imperial thrones of Prussia and Germany respectively.

"Dear Addy," it began, the looping script making you squint slightly. "I need you and your brothers to go and investigate this... haunted place for me. Word has spread there are ghosts in Bavaria. I wish I was jesting— but I highly doubt these are real. I believe it will soothe the people’s worries if the Kaiser’s children themselves went to check it out. The specific address will be on the back. I expect you all to investigate this anomaly by the 14th.”

At the end of the letter was his signature, which left your view as you quickly folded back up the letter to give to the prince. With a gentle rap to the door, you slowly stepped inside, seeing the prince at his desk as usual.

“Your Highness,” you said softly, walking up behind him. The letter was gently dipped in front of him, placed to his side. “There is a letter from the Emperor to you.”

Adalbert glanced up at you, before his gaze quickly went down to the papers on his desk. He let out a long sigh, already feeling a migraine come on. “Alright, just read it out to me.”

As you went over the contents of the letter, Adalbert soon looked up at you incredulously. “…Are you serious?” he said aghast. “Surely, Father hasn’t went out of his way to send me… this.”

You could only shake your head helplessly, putting the letter away. “I am not sure, Your Highness, but it seems important. Perhaps it would be best to just take a look.” a tentative smile crept up your lips, trying to find a bright side to this letter. “I believe it might serve as a good break to your work as well.”

Your smile seemed to be infectious, as soon a small smile crossed Adalbert’s usually solemn face. Well, he was never usually as sad as his expression made him look— but god did he have a resting bitch face. “Perhaps,” his melodic voice rang out. “If I do consider going, you shall come as well. Consider it a break.”

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In the end, you ended up going, along with Wilhelm, Eitel Friedrich, and Victoria Louise. Joachim and August Wilhelm were too scared to go, and as Victoria Louise was usually with Oskar and Joachim, it was decided that the three would spend time together themselves.

“I can’t believe we’re actually here,” Wilhelm grumbled, semi-rolling his eyes. “Do you three really believe in ghosts?”

Eitel glanced at his brother, eyes squinting in discrimination. “Clearly not. But we’re here on father’s orders. And look, Sissy seems to be jumping out her skirts.”

As you turned towards the young girl, she was bouncing up and down, utterly excited to go. She tugged at Wilhelm’s trench coat, grinning. “Willy, let’s go inside already!”

With an exaggerated sigh, Wilhelm began to look at the items given in order to… investigate the kind of ghost it was. They were each given a journal, stating the different kinds of ghosts, their attributes and evidence they could use.

“… The ghosts name is Hans Müller,” Adalbert noted, showing you it on the clipboard. “It says if you say it the ghost gets angry.”

Adalbert seemed to be remotely curious, a smirk tugging up his face. “I think Willy is just putting up a brave front. You should scare him,”

You couldn’t help but giggle in return, already imagining the Crown Prince’s horrified expression. With a call from Victoria Louise, however, you all quickly ushered inside the building.

“Why is it so dark and creepy?” Eitel mumbled under his breath, huffing as he tried to project an aura of nonchalance. He flicked on the little lightbulb to the living room, illuminating everyone’s face with a sickly yellow light. “Don’t we have to look for the ghost room? Let’s split up.”

After a bit of looking around, you stumbled upon a room much colder the rest— the Master Bedroom. You took out your thermometer, the temperature plummeting before your eyes to below zero Fahrenheit. You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of fear— was this actually real?

“Your Royal Highnesses, you may want to see this,” you called, your hand already shaking from the unnatural cold. Their footsteps soon followed, with Victoria Louise holding a mysterious object in her hand, looking like an old and decrepit hand—the monkey’s paw. The cursed object the clipboard mentioned you might find. Surely, that thing wasn’t real?

“Was it always this cold in here?” Victoria Louise said with chattering teeth, tilting her head. With a sigh, Adalbert ended up offering his coat to her, if only to keep her slightly warmer.

The rest of you began to set up the items in the bedroom, such as the spirit book, ultraviolet light, DOTS projector, and a night vision camera. Wilhelm held the spirit box in his hand, turning off the light and the box on.

“How old are you?” Wilhelm asked, not really expecting an answer. He got slightly pale when he heard the answer “27” clearly through the box. “What kind of joke is this?” he cried incredulously, looking at the rest of you. “Someone must tell father this isn’t funny.”

“Don’t tell me you’re… scared, Willy,” Adalbert teased, resulting in a glare from the Kronprinz. “I could have sworn you said ghosts aren’t real! Are you not the eldest?”

Wilhelm blushed indignantly at that, while Eitel could only laugh at him behind his back, before soon joining in on belittling his older brother. “Why don’t you ask him some more questions?”

The Kronprinz puffed out his chest to seem braver, holding out the spirit box. “I never said I believed in them,” he huffed, before thinking about what he would say, before simply saying “Hans Müller, you’re a bitch ass—”.

It was proudly too, but before anyone could react— the lights started flickering. A loud groan was heard, then footsteps. You and Adalbert hid behind some boxes— bodies touching closely while Sissy hid in the closet. It was Wilhelm and Eitel who ended up running, the two screaming in fear.

“W-was zum Teufel ist das?!” Wilhelm gasped as he backed away into the kitchen, the ghost starting slow to his position, but once he got line of sight— it got faster, more killer intent in its pace.

“Oh my god, we’re going to die,” Eitel cried, already looking out of breath from his earlier sprint to the kitchen. He looked around, before hiding behind a plant, leaving Wilhelm to try and outrun something that could probably kill him with ease.

Wilhelm kept running for his life, feeling the spirits cold, dead breath over his neck. Then suddenly—nothing. The lights stop flickering, and everything seems to return to normal. Wilhelm was panting by then, keeling over and sucking in air.

“I really do this shit,” Wilhelm breathed, patting on his chest like he was really like that. In reality, he was scared pissless by the spirit. He almost lost his life out there!

Eitel peeked out from the plant, skin clammy and pale from fear. He let out a cry of relief at Wilhelm being clearly intact and alive. “Willy, you’re alive!” he breathed, the rosy color returning to his cheeks. “God, I thought he might be real…”

Meanwhile, in the squished space behind the boxes, you breathed in the scent of the naval officer, musky and all Adalbert. It made you blush, feeling heat rush to your cheeks and other places. You could feel every curve and ridge of his frame. What sparked you from this moment was the silence of Wilhelm’s screams and Sissy’s high pitched voice after leaving her hiding spot.

Wilhelm spotted you two, and let out a sigh of relief. “We are leaving. Now.” He spoke sternly, already leaving the building.

You and Adalbert looked at each other, as if utterly puzzled by their pallor and urge to leave. However, as you heard the screams, you two didn’t argue back as you left. Wilhelm notably got extra pale as he noticed the door locked and had to unlock it back.

i will be posting my older works probably tomorrow/ finishing them and doing requests i didn’t get to

Throughout the evening, you skillfully navigated the crowded ballroom, if only to get a tad bit closer to the prince. You kept exchanging fleeting glances with him, until you realized that he seemed to be growing more interested in you. You took this as a sign to get closer, moving in such a manner to "accidentally" brush against him, to which you turned and apologized. You fell into a delicate bow, before looking up with a coy smile.

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness," you purred, voice dripping with false apology and the feelings you held towards the prince. "I didn't mean to bump into you like that! You must forgive me."


Adalbert looked you over, taking in the delicate lines of your features, the swell of your bosom, and the delicate curve of your backside. "You may rise," he sighed, his eyes clearly admiring the jewel in front of him. "State your name."

"Princess [name] of Baden," it was a breathy whisper as you rose gracefully, nodding curtly. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Oh, shall we toast?" You motioned to the waiter walking around the ballroom with glasses filled with champagne on the plate he held. It was a way to drive the conversation, without seeming too awkward. "Sir, over here!"

The waiter came over with the drinks, and you plucked two off of the plate, handing one to Adalbert. The clinking of the two glasses were quickly drowned out by the chatter of everyone else in the room, and soon by the active conversation between you and him. Time seemed to fly by, which before you knew it the ballroom was empty.

Taking you aside from the remaining stragglers, his voice was a low, enticing whisper. "How about joining me in my quarters tonight?" His breath was hot against your face, with the scent of pink champagne and all the other delicacies indulged tonight.


You couldn't help but eagerly accept as he took you by the arm, guiding you out of the ballroom and into the lavishly decorated halls of the palace. Left, right, straight... it seemed to never end in your impatience. Finally, the two of you stopped at a door, no doubt His Royal Highness's chambers. 

"Shall we?" he murmured softly, his hand already reaching for the doorknob. He grasped it firmly and pulled, allowing the door to swing open. You were soon drawn inside, frame pressing flush against his own, feeling every hard plane and muscular contour honed by his naval service. The pronounced bulge in his trousers spoke volumes of the desire you had ignited within him. His lips found yours in a tender, affectionate kiss that quickly deepened, his tongue probing and pushing past your parted lips. He explored and savored every inch of your mouth, savoring it like a hungry man getting the first scraps of food in months.

His lips were not the only thing moving however, with his hands creeping up to slowly undo your dress, starting with the buttons at the front that held the outfit together. Next, the outer skirt and the petticoats beneath. You undid the corset yourself, a loose tie for moments just like this. You were now standing there in just your chemise, breathing heavy. Adalbert tore off his own clothes, with much less care than he regarded yours with, tossing them aside on the floor like yesterday's trash. 


Lifting you into his arms, he placed you gently on the bed and pinned you down, before rolling over, suddenly switching positions.

“Your Highness?” you raised an eyebrow, blinking in surprise at the sudden movement.

Adalbert cleared his throat, smirking up at you. “I’ve decided I want to try something new. I’d prefer you ride me. Consider it a change of heart.” He guided you back to straddle his hips, positioning you on top of his hard, throbbing penis.

“Mmm… you want me to ride you?” You asked back, rolling your hips in a slow, teasing circle. “I suppose I’m not surprised one as your stature would be… aroused by those kind of ideas.” You eased his cock inside, before beginning to lower and lift yourself on the thick shaft, quickly settling into a slow rhythm.

Your pants soon filled the air, your hips moving in tandem with the upwards thrust of Addy's hips which was notably much faster than the original pace you set. Sweat made your hair plaster to your face, dripping down your neck from exertion. Adalbert looked no better, his carefully groomed hair pointed in an assortment of different directions, his chest heaving with the effort of pistoning that long, throbbing length into your silky heat. His hands guided you up and down, eliciting soft moans from your mouth.

As you began to ride him with increasing fervor, Adalbert’s grip on you began to tighten. “Ah, Your Highness,” you purred, cheeks flushing red. “I can feel every inch of that royal scepter of yours stirring my insides.”

Adalbert seemed to flush respectively at your salacious remark, his thrusts however becoming much more frantic. With a sharp seize, a hot thick liquid shot inside of you, soon dribbling out when you pulled off his dick. His chest heaved, gaze stuck on the ceiling as he caught his breath.

You stared down at him for a moment, a smirk threatening to crawl up your face. “Are we done already?” you couldn’t help but query, reaching down to stroke his over sensitive cock to full-mast again, causing him to jolt violently. “I was thinking about another round….”

i don't know if you also write british royalty, but if you do, would you mind doing some george v x reader? preferably in the early 1890s, and nsfw if you're comfortable with it

It can be NSFW :)) and don't use "Y/N" but instead a German Royalty name ! you can just choose one, I don't mind :D

Thank you!!

could u write adalbert x female reader please?

It can be NSFW no problem for me <3.

I would love too see read it.

Well, then, may you please write Adalbert x female reader? Adalbert is bottom but is dominant; reader is top but is submissive (like, reader is riding Adalbert but Adalbert is the one in control).

And, kindly and please, no use of “Y/N” and don’t make reader very submissive :).

of course i do! if u want nsfw ask, but i would like detail on what you want me to write ex. kinks gender etc i wanna make u happy 😍

the reason why you just don’t see any on my blog is because

1. no one asks for nsfw

Christmas was widely celebrated in Germany, being a rather special holiday in everyone’s heart. Therefore, you knew you had to get a special gift for him— it was during the never ending grind of the Great War after all. He’s probably quite stressed, you couldn’t help but think, fretting over him even then. You used the title of “Margravine of Upper and Lower Lusatia”, a subsidiary title obtained by marriage to your husband—a ceremonial title revived just for you, useful enough to not reveal your rank. You brought the borzoi dog along too, affectionately called “popotin”, using walking the dog as a guise to go to the shop.

You could always get an expensive gift, perhaps some more jewels— but he already had so much that you weren’t too sure what he would ever do with them. Therefore, you were attempting at something more meaningful. Browsing around, you window shopped at little pastry shops, fabric stores— until you stumbled upon a music box sitting outside the window of an antique shop. It definitely could have been better for wear, but admittedly, you couldn’t help but be drawn to it, with the design reminding you of the play you first met Auwi at.

However, there was still the problem of Popotin. You inspected the building for any “no pets” signs before stepping in, the door creaking loudly and the jingling bells hanging on the door grated on your ears already. Sitting at the counter was an old man, skinny, wrinkly and rather gaunt, with his pointy beard and decently groomed hair pure white. He looked up to meet your gaze, his piercing eyes glinting in the gloom of the shop.

“Hello, Madame. How may I have the pleasure of helping you today?”

The man’s voice grated out, raising an eyebrow. There was a smile on his face that didn’t meet his eyes, signaling his slight distaste at being bothered for the day, but being polite on the basis of sales.

“Hello, sir. I was wondering about the music box at the window on display. Is it for sale? If so, how much is it?” you asked in return, determined to get the music box, even through the man’s slightly unsavory attitude.

“Ah, that thing? The music still plays I believe, but it’s old and slightly worthless now. It was a mass produced version back then. Not very rare. You can have it for 16 Reichsmarks.”

You nodded your head in acknowledgment, pulling out the money from your delicate purse and handing it to him before walking out with the music box, nestled delicately in wrapped newspaper you made sure to pick up in order to hide it when you got back to the villa. With Popotin trotting beside you— who had been quite well behaved all this time, you made your way back to the villa. You couldn’t help but share a piece of the roll with him too.

The days until Auwi came back were spent on an embroidered scarf with gold leaves on it and renovating the little music box. You got aid from your ladies in waiting, of course, cleaning, repairing, and even slightly altering the two figures in the music box to look just like you and August Wilhelm. By the time he came back, your little gift for him was delicately set under the large tree set inside your home, waiting in antsy delight for him to notice.

The first person he went to after hanging up his coat and hat was you, exhaling wearily but a bright smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas, Darling,” he breathed, taking in your scent as he held you close and kissed you. “I’ve missed you dearly.”

You smiled back, melting into his embrace. “I missed you too.” you whispered lowly, clutching onto him tighter than he was to you.

Stepping back, you took in Auwi’s facial features— those wide baby blues, neatly coiffed hair and long, aquiline nose that made you love him all the more.

“I’ve prepared a gift for you,” you motioned to the tree and other delicate gifts placed under the tree, no doubt brought by other close and distant family members. “I believe you will want to open it last. I’ve spent quite a bit of time on it.”

August Wilhelm raised a delicate eyebrow, turning his head towards the tree, adorned with all sorts of bulbs, ornaments and decorations already. “I see,” he said thoughtfully, his voice a soft baritone now that it was not overcome with emotion at the first sight of seeing you in such a long time. “Well, allow me.”

August opened every single gift— of course starting with the photo albums given first by his nephews, next the military order from his father, all the day down to the scarf and the small gift box with “from Y/N, with love” placed prudently next to the gift’s bow. He traced the gold leaves embroidered into the scarf, smiling softly.

“What beautiful craftsmanship,” he murmured, looking back up at you with his eyes glimmering with appreciation. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“There’s something else I want you to open,” you said softly, picking up the small box yourself and placing it into his hands. “Please,” you then added, shaking your head. “Don’t leave me waiting in suspense.”

With a slight nod, August Wilhelm opened it with a carefulness that belied his elegant, royal build, adorned with the uniform he walked in with. First came the wrapping, torn off as if it might break any moment. Next, the gentle opening of the box.

“It’s perfect,” he gasped, gently taking out the music box you made for him with that smile of his widening. “Did you make this?”

“Kind of,” you downplayed, a blush threatening to creep up your cheeks. “I merely made some adjustments.”

August Wilhelm slowly opened the music box, the two entwined figures of you and him inside. “That doesn’t matter.” He began to wind it up, watching intently as the two figures began to spin, a twinkling tune filling the room. It was the same music that played the first time you met, and you swore there was tears springing to his eyes.

He finally set the music box aside, moving closer to you. “Thank you,” he took you in an embrace once more, planting a kiss on your lips again. “This means so much to me. However, know none of these gifts could ever hold a candle to the greatest gift of my life— you. You could get me nothing and I would still be happy spending my time with you.”

You couldn’t help but turn red at his charming words, huffing with a rouge tint. “Alright, Auwi. No need to sugar me up.”

“I mean every word,” he bit your ear playfully, grinning— which elicited a protest of “Auwi!” and a swat carrying more affection than reprimand. “Now, how about we get to more than just the gifts and get to wishing everyone else? I’m sure Pykie and Sissy will be elated to see you.”

“Alright then,” you said softly, placing your hand in his with your smile softening into something warmer and full of joy. “Lead the way.”

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dedicated to @tomydearestauwi

about the name of the dog it’s “le popotin” which kind of means my cute butt in french, and at the time of writing this i was sitting there laughing at cute butt. now i am proofreading and editing i apologize hopefully you laugh too about a dog named butt. pykie is also the nickname of joachim given by victoria louise when they were kids

my writing looks so different too i think i evolved into a new pokémon 👀

A small lump lay beneath his blankets. You approached, confused, and lifted the cover. Oskar was indeed there — but he had somehow shrunk to less than a meter in height. Worse, he appeared no older than four or five years old.

Heart pounding, you shook him. He squirmed, then blinked awake.

“What time is it?” Oskar mumbled with a soft lisp, peering up at you with wide, blue, unmistakably childlike eyes.

“It’s… it’s 7:30, Your Highness,” you hissed under your breath, lifting him into your arms to inspect him properly. “What happened to you?”

He glanced down at his tiny hands, then sighed. “I have no idea.”

For a moment, the two of you simply stared at one another. Finally, you swallowed. “May I… pick you up, Your Highness?”

Oskar nodded weakly and relaxed against you. You hurried through the corridors, searching for anyone of authority. It didn’t take long before you nearly collided with the Kaiser. Wilhelm raised an eyebrow at the small child in your arms.

“That looks rather like Oskar,” he remarked, gesturing for you to hand him over.

The moment the Kaiser held the boy, he froze, eyes widening as he examined Oskar’s miniature form. “Did he father a child without telling us? This can’t be—”

“I am not some street hooligan, Papa!” Oskar chirped indignantly, squirming. “It’s me — I’m really Oskar!”

Wilhelm blinked at him once. Twice.


“…”

Silence stretched until he finally exhaled. “Good heavens… what happened to you?”

“I don’t know,” Oskar murmured, leaning instinctively into his father’s chest.

Wilhelm sighed and adjusted his grip, cradling him closer. “Very well. Y/N, fetch Her Imperial Majesty. She will most certainly want to see this — and bring the physician. I’ll be in my office.”

You bowed sharply and rushed off, heart still hammering.

With trembling hands, you knocked at the Kaiserin’s door. She opened it moments later, her eyes narrowing as she took in your disheveled state. Always particular about etiquette, she motioned for you to compose yourself.

“Your Imperial Majesty,” you said, bowing correctly.

“Yes?” she replied, posture perfectly regal.

“His Royal Highness Prince Oskar has… turned into a child.”

Augusta Victoria stared for a moment before scoffing. “Is this meant as a joke?”

“No, Your Imperial Majesty. The Kaiser requests your presence at once.”

Without another word, she swept past you, her morning gown shimmering as she moved, her lady-in-waiting hurrying behind her. After collecting the physician, the four of you made your way to the Kaiser’s office.

Inside, Wilhelm was starting to attempt to console Augusta Victoria, while Oskar sat on the desk beside him, doing his best to reassure his mother. To her, however, this seemed nothing short of a dreadful omen.

The physician cleared his throat. “If I may examine the young prince, Your Majesties?” He approached and began his inspection, checking vitals and overall health.

To everyone’s shock, Oskar appeared entirely healthy despite the transformation. Augusta Victoria let out a shaky breath of relief.

“Well,” the physician said at last, packing his instruments, “he is in no danger. As for reversing this… I cannot say. I recommend waiting a week to see if the condition resolves itself.”

The Kaiserin studied her child’s tiny features and softened. “You look just as you did when you were small,” she murmured, kissing his cheek affectionately.

Oskar flushed and looked away, shy despite himself.

You were dismissed soon after, left with the lingering sound of Augusta Victoria cooing over her newly miniature son.

—

By morning, Oskar had returned entirely to his usual adult form. He stood at his mirror, adjusting his collar with visible exhaustion. A knock sounded before August Wilhelm entered.

“Ossy! How was your day yesterday?” Auwi beamed, striding toward him.

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