Throughout the journey home, brief as it may have been with advancements in infrastructure that followed the rise of the Pax Germania, for the first time in a very long time Claire did not think about what could have been, nor what was. But what needed to be done.
She sat in her seat, swirling a drink in her hand, reflecting not upon the state of her realtionship with her family, with Karl-Franz, or her true family back in Innsbruck. Rather she pondered about the greatest question of all, the future of France and the court of Versailles.
Decadence and waste had rotted out the royal court sinced its restoration, and ironically it was up to the generation of French youth sent to learn from the German Reich after the restoration of the Monarchy to finally set things right.
She had known this for many years, hell, many of those very same noble offspring had gathered in coffee shops in Paris and debated the subject ad naseum.
