Francis and Charlotte boarded an airplane bound for the bustling capital city of the Kingdom of Germany, Munich. As they settled into their seats, they sat close to each other, their hands intertwined, offering silent support. The airplane's engines hummed to life, a low and steady sound that filled the cabin as they prepared for takeoff.
Looking out the window, Francis's gaze was pensive. "You know, the King of Germany still has some grudges as to why I didn't choose his daughter to be my wife. Talking to him would be hard."
Charlotte, equally contemplative, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You don't have to worry about it. King Maximilian is smart enough to know that if he doesn't align himself with France, his country would fall from the Russians, should the Poles fall. He'll put aside personal feelings for the greater good of his kingdom."