Styria

Hadrian sat in the desk inside the study which he borrowed from a mayor in a town of Styria, Count Mikhail von Stubenberg. He scratched his head in exasperation as he continued to read and sign paper after paper. Anton stood nearby and watched as his master work to the point of exhaustion, Hadrian looked outside and saw that the sun is still high up in the sky, he looked at Anton who was looking at the opposite direction and silently laid his pen down to sneak out.

He was already tired from training with his own regiment, the 4^th Galician Uhlans, and he kept himself awake throughout the whole journey from Vienna to Graz, Styria.

‘Your Majesty.’ Anton called, not even bothering to look at the young Emperor. Hadrian flinched and sat back on his chair. ‘I know what you’re trying to do. A lot must be done and was left when you suddenly left for Pressburg.’

‘Already, I’m missing the point of this excursion of mine.