[1913 - Munich]
Heinrich sat in his comfortable chair while his servant brought him good news. He had been writing in his journal endlessly before his servant arrived. Now, his attention was all on his servant.
"What is it, Fritz?" Heinrich asked with anticipation.
Fritz Hoover cleared his throat, "Lady Dahlia is expecting," He muttered with slight joy in his voice, just enough so it didn't cross any line.
"Really?" Heinrich asked, "Tend to her well in that case. Bring her anything she wants."
Fritz Hoover pressed his lips together, "She expressed wanting to see you, Great Father."
"Tell her I am busy," Heinrich said, "And keep telling her that." He looked at Fritz Hoover from the corner of his eyes, "Understood?"
"Understood…" Fritz Hoover replied unwillingly before slowly walking out of the room. He let out a big sigh as soon as he left the room. Dealing with Heinrich was quite nerve-wracking.
