La Politique des Rois

[Vogel]

Appearances. Nobility. Courtesy. Diplomacy.

It was rare that he had to follow this formula, but now was the time to make an impression.

"Bonjour, Monsieur, and thank you for your warm greeting. I am Prinz Ferdinand, of the House of Hohenzollern..."

This person could not have been the king; as ostentatious as the presentation was, there was something lacking, a refinement he'd seen in the personal communiqué. In its place was a kind of subdued fire, the mark of nobility, but a kind of restlessness. The kind a prince would do his best to suppress.

Unfortunately, Friedrich hadn't been briefed on the profile of the entire Gallic Royal Family; he hadn't been in Gallia long enough to learn much, not that the locals were very willing to divulge much.

"... To whom do I have the honor of speaking, good Sir?"

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