Royal Highness Prince William.
Count Hans was once a personal guard of Frederick the Great. He followed Frederick the Great in the Seven Years' War and made many military achievements, which won Frederick the Great's favor. Therefore, Frederick the Great felt at ease to entrust the only male of the third generation of the Hohenzollern family to him for upbringing.
In the evening, the setting sun covered the Count's Castle of Parets with a layer of golden color, and our little William was lying on the bed admiring the scenery outside the window.
"Your Highness, it's time to eat." Mrs. Dredd came in, picked up little William and lifted up her shirt, while our little William sucked on the sweetness with joy.
There was a knock on the door, and a woman's voice came in, "Mrs. Dredd, the Earl is holding a welcome banquet for His Royal Highness the Prince tonight. I hope you can bring His Royal Highness the Little Prince to attend."
"I understand. I will bring His Royal Highness the Prince to attend on time. Please rest assured, Lord Earl," Mrs. Dred replied after hearing this.
After hearing Mrs. Dredd's answer, the person outside the door said hello and walked away.
"His Royal Highness Prince Frederick William of Prussia has arrived." In the evening, little William was carried by Mrs. Dred and walked into the castle hall. The hall was originally very noisy, but it quickly quieted down after the attendant's loud announcement.
Led by Count Hans, everyone present saluted to our Prince William. When Mrs. Dredd walked up to the podium holding His Royal Highness the Prince, Count Hans raised his head and said loudly, "Let's toast to His Royal Highness Prince Frederick William." Everyone in the hall, both men and women, raised their glasses and shouted, "Cheers to His Royal Highness Prince Frederick William," and then started drinking.
"Your Highness, this is Viscount Wittes of the Brellon Territory," Count Hans said with his old face in front of Little William, and then stepped aside. I don't know if our little William understood, but Viscount Wittes bowed and left without waiting for Little William to answer. Then old Hans introduced waves of guests to our little William, who was really not interested in listening, so he closed his eyes and wandered into space.
In the blink of an eye, our little Prince William is already 5 years old and has lived in Paretz for more than three years. Now it is 1775. This year is not peaceful all over the world.
The United States, the world's hegemon in later generations, kicked off the American War of Independence with the gunshots in Lexington in April 1775. At this time, Europe was resting up because the conflicts between countries in the Seven Years' War had not been resolved. It was foreseeable that another upheaval on the European continent would not be far away.
"William, what are you thinking about?" A childish voice pulled William out of his memories. The speaker was Carlo von Brunmenthal, the son of Count Hans. Carlo was one year older than William. He had always been following William since he could remember. Little William was also happy to have someone to play with him, so it can be said that little Carlo was completely led astray by William.
"William, I didn't tell my father about the roses we picked yesterday. You have to believe me," said little Carlo with his head down. It turned out that little William took Carlo to stroll in the garden yesterday. While walking, he stepped on a bunch of roses. Although roses are beautiful, they also have thorns. Our little William was wearing a pair of soft-soled shoes, and his delicate soles were pricked. Although there was no bleeding, it was still irritating. So little William tricked Carlo into pulling out all the roses. Those roses occupied a quarter of the area of the garden. Carlo was also a simple-minded person. Hearing what little William said, he started to pull them out. As a result, before he finished pulling them out, Count Hans appeared in the garden with the Countess. When the Countess saw that her beloved roses were pulled out by her bastard son, she got angry on the spot and ordered the servants to take little Carlo back to the room and asked Count Hans to get the whip. Poor little Carlo, William listened to Carlo's screams for a whole hour after returning to the room.
"Comrade Carlo, you have to understand that this is for the good of everyone. Think about it, I don't mind if it pricks me, but what if it pricks your sister? So as a brother, you should always consider your sister first, right?" Little William said confidently. Carlo's sister is Mia, who is only a few months younger than William. Mia often plays with William and Carlo, but Mia's health is not good. The Countess sent her to Munich for treatment these days.
"That's true. It would be bad if this thing pricked my sister." Carlo, who had a simple mind, laughed happily after hearing this. Alas, poor child, he didn't even think about who else besides William would walk on the flower bed.