Karl Franz von Zehntner had recently graduated from the Royal Tyrolean Main Cadet Institute and been commissioned as a junior officer of the Heer. But today he was not at the barracks, today he was at home.
He sat casually, but rigidly. Years of drilling at the institute had made him proper in a way that was rare even for nobility.
Claire stood not far away. Looking down at the young man who was dressed so much less formally than she was accustomed to. She sighed and shook her head, a bag packed in her hands.
A trunk, really, it was the total amount of belongings she had since the day she first came to Innsbruck to study. Though she had graduated the previous year.
She had managed to convince her family to let her stay in Germany for a while longer while attending university.
During this time, the von Zehntners had been generous enough to allow her to stay on their estate as a guest.
