Berlin, Prussia, July 7th 1837.
Five figures dressed discreetly as tanners and workers met in a small cave just outside the city. They changed once they arrived and took their chairs around a table sat on a red rug. One, Maximillian Von Hoenhiem, an aristocrat who was of little consequence to history but was very powerful as he was a firm and vivacious speaker, opened a bottle of wine and poured the five a glass each. The journalist Mika, who was from the Lithuanian provinces, sipped hers and spoke. “I have begun to distribute the anonymous pamphlets; the liberals are going mad and are close to grabbing weapons to unseat Fredrick. But if someone new were to enter the field before the liberals storm the capital, we would stand a chance at success.”
The Five’s military advisor General Grumman spoke, “there is no way a coup would work, the forces we would need to manipulate are busy fighting rebels, and I hear rumors Russia might invade when the king declares war on the Netherlands.”
The fourth cabal member, the industrialist and entrepreneur Basil De Roche, formerly of France, stood, “then we ‘ave little choice. ‘e must die by natural causes.” He spoke with his crooked nose lifting his spectacles as he spoke with a sinister smile.
The fifth and final member drained her glass and spoke. “please tell me my jaw isn’t going to be sore after this one?” asked the madam Wu an oriental beauty from the Chinese lands to the east her family had been taken by Mongols as slaves hundreds of years ago and had migrated throughout Europe. She was their intelligence officer.
Maximillian smirked as he looked at the glass of wine in his hand, the crimson purple liquid dancing in the carafe. “Wu, is the kings chef still one of your regular customers?”
Berlin royal palace July 10th 1837
King Fredrick sat with his guest the honorable count Maximillian Von Hoenhiem and his son for a private dinner, no servants had been by in a while and he was getting vexed. When Maximillian looked at the grandfather clock in the corner and smirked. “my dear king, would you kindly affix your seal to this document?” the king felt strange and watched as his body complied almost uncontrollably. “thank you dear father, now enjoy your meal and die, I hope it’s not too painful as this is nothing personal.
The king felt a sharp pain in his chest as he watched his son double over dead and then? He joined him.
Five figures dressed discreetly as tanners and workers met in a small cave just outside the city. They changed once they arrived and took their chairs around a table sat on a red rug. One, Maximillian Von Hoenhiem, an aristocrat who was of little consequence to history but was very powerful as he was a firm and vivacious speaker, opened a bottle of wine and poured the five a glass each. The journalist Mika, who was from the Lithuanian provinces, sipped hers and spoke. “I have begun to distribute the anonymous pamphlets; the liberals are going mad and are close to grabbing weapons to unseat Fredrick. But if someone new were to enter the field before the liberals storm the capital, we would stand a chance at success.”
The Five’s military advisor General Grumman spoke, “there is no way a coup would work, the forces we would need to manipulate are busy fighting rebels, and I hear rumors Russia might invade when the king declares war on the Netherlands.”
The fourth cabal member, the industrialist and entrepreneur Basil De Roche, formerly of France, stood, “then we ‘ave little choice. ‘e must die by natural causes.” He spoke with his crooked nose lifting his spectacles as he spoke with a sinister smile.
The fifth and final member drained her glass and spoke. “please tell me my jaw isn’t going to be sore after this one?” asked the madam Wu an oriental beauty from the Chinese lands to the east her family had been taken by Mongols as slaves hundreds of years ago and had migrated throughout Europe. She was their intelligence officer.
Maximillian smirked as he looked at the glass of wine in his hand, the crimson purple liquid dancing in the carafe. “Wu, is the kings chef still one of your regular customers?”
Berlin royal palace July 10th 1837
King Fredrick sat with his guest the honorable count Maximillian Von Hoenhiem and his son for a private dinner, no servants had been by in a while and he was getting vexed. When Maximillian looked at the grandfather clock in the corner and smirked. “my dear king, would you kindly affix your seal to this document?” the king felt strange and watched as his body complied almost uncontrollably. “thank you dear father, now enjoy your meal and die, I hope it’s not too painful as this is nothing personal.
The king felt a sharp pain in his chest as he watched his son double over dead and then? He joined him.
