Prologue: The Composed Brother, the Square-Jawed Freckled Sister, and Me Standing Behind
My brother looked calm as ever. Then there was my sister, with her square Habsburg jaw and face dotted thick with freckles. And me, standing behind them. I tugged at the itchy, rumpled collar around my neck and let out a quiet sigh.
Our brother had sharp ears. He shot me a single glare before turning back to our father.
Our nominal father. He was suffering from the family's traditional genetic curse.
"Listen… hear me."
"Yes, Father…"
At Father's gesture, our brother and sister drew close—and me as well. I hung back at the farthest edge, watching Father's final moments.
"The family's strength lies in unity. I have granted each of you your own titles… but never forget that you must uphold this house together."
"I understand, Father."
"Yes, Father."
"…"
"Answer him, Juan."
"I understand, Father."
"…Thank goodness… With you children here… I trust this empire will be safe…"
With those words, Father drew his last breath.
The instant I saw it, I shoved through the cluster of courtiers and slipped out.
Twenty years since I'd been reborn into this world. At last, I could escape the heart of this infernal empire.