Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- 1853
- PART I
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- 1854
- PART II
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
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- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When he didn’t answer, she continued. “I must remind you that Elisabeth is”—Sophie searched for a word, waving her fingers through air—“unpredictable. Court requires politeness and gentility. Neither word describes the younger duchess.”
She was right, of course: Elisabeth was many things, but Franz would not describe her as demure, polite. But who was to say that those were the only things that could work at court? Just because unpredictable people had been kept out didn’t mean they couldn’t survive there—even thrive.
Sophie and Franz had had this conversation more than once since returning to Vienna. But each time his mother reiterated her objections, Franz found them easier to dismiss. The more Elisabeth’s letters piled up, the less his guilt or fear could break through the bond they’d built.
Franz’s voice was comfortable when he answered. “That’s ironic given how thrilled you were when I invited Maxi to the capital. He’s the very definition of unpredictable.”
Sophie shook her head slightly. “But he’s a man, darling. There are more ways to be a man at court than to be a woman.”
Franz hadn’t thought about it quite like that before, but she was right. The women at court fell into a few well-defined categories. He’d never realized that maybe they had to. The thought chafed at him.
“You’re saying we haven’t given women the chance to be anything else at court. So why not start now?”
Sophie redirected the conversation. “Franz, you have always been a sensible man. Even as a child, you were the smartest, the most self-controlled of your brothers. You always made the hard choices, the good choices. And you’ve grown into the exact man you needed to be to rule this empire.”
She paused. “Please, darling, see reason. There’s still time to call this off. To be sensible. Is the girl beautiful? Yes, of course. She’s charming and draws all eyes in the room. But those are not the qualities you need in an empress.”
Franz closed his eyes slowly, opened them again. It was a shame that Mother did not approve, did not want Elisabeth for a daughter-in-law. But he was a new man now, one who let his heart and mind guide him together, not separately. He would not cut one part of himself off from another.
“Mother, you’re going to have to accept this.” He stood from his chair and motioned for Sophie to leave. “The empress will be here soon.”
FORTY
THE CARRIAGES STOPPED ON A TREE-LINED LANE, FOREST stretching around them like a rich green blanket. The slightest hint of autumn colors had come early, turning the edges of the forest lightly gold. Elisabeth could feel the brightness in her very soul, pulling her toward Vienna.