AMALIENBORG
Copenhagen, Denmark, Nordic Empire
20:30 CEST 13 April 2021
Copenhagen, Denmark, Nordic Empire
20:30 CEST 13 April 2021
The evening had started off innocently enough. William, Prince of Scandinavia and Crown Prince of the Nordic Empire accompanied his lady friend, one Astrid Johansen for a night out. William had planned the entire evening to the last detail. A fancy restaurant, a lovely concert at the opera house, then perhaps a few drinks back at Amalienborg and then whatever happened thereafter happened. Instead, he was home by 8:30, covered in wine, and left wondering what in the hell had actually happened. Angrily he tore off his shirt causing the buttons to fly in all directions bouncing off of the wooden floor of his bedroom. He tossed the shirt in no specific direction as it landed on the floor somewhere in front of the bed. He flopped onto his bed, kicked off his shoes which thunked on the floor, and looked up at the ceiling and fuming under his breath.
A knock came at the bedroom door.
“Go away,” he said sternly.
“Your Imperial Majesty,” the voice said, “the Lady Astrid is on the phone for you.”
“Tell her to go fuck herself, Thomas.” William said as he began to clench his jaw.
“As you wish, Sir.” Thomas said.
William lay on the bed for a moment or two after shaking his head, occasionally pounding the bed with his clenched fist. Then he leaped from the bed and raced to the door and threw it open. Standing outside was a middle-aged man in an army uniform.
“Thomas, you’re still here.” William said.
“Yes, sir. I was about to relay your message to the Lady Astrid, but was distracted by.....”
“Nevermind, Thomas. Don’t tell her to fuck herself,” William said. “Just tell her I am occupied.”
“Very good, Sir.” Thomas said with a slight smile. “A more diplomatic way to convey the same message.”
“Do you know what she did?” William asked.
“No, but I am certain in due time Your Imperial Highness will inform me of the detail,” Thomas said.
“She threw a whole glass of wine at me in the restaurant. She said I was looking at another girl. I wasn’t. I was simply nodding to someone who waved at me. She went ballistic, Thomas. Then the wine, then she stormed out, then everyone was looking. I had to smile and excuse myself from the restaurant. She was outside, jumped in her car, and just sped off like a Formula One driver. And I didn’t do anything, Thomas.” William said.
“Certainly an end-of-the-world scenario, Sir,” Thomas said.
“Thomas,” William said with an eyebrow raised, “you have been by my side since I was 15. And in that time, have I ever given any indication to you that I enjoyed your sarcasm?”
“No, Sir, but I do,” Thomas said with a smirk.
William shook his head and broke a smile, “Well, as I always say, keep it up, my good man. You’re perhaps the only person keeping me sane around here.”
“Sir, one thing I should point out to you. Since, by your account, this incident happened in the public, should I contact your Father to inform him of what happened?”
“Uh.... shit,” William said, “he’s not going to be happy. He hates, hates, hates public scandals like this. Hell, he probably already knows by now anyway. I’m sure it’s all over social media. Better go ahead and inform him, Thomas. At least we’ll score the honesty points.”
“Also, have a new dress shirt made to replace that rag.” William added.
“Very good, Sir. Is there anything else?”
“No, Thomas. Not right now, anyway.”
“Very well, Sir. I shall inform the Lady Astrid that you are unavailable, then inform your Father of the incident.”
AMALIENBORG
Copenhagen, Denmark, Nordic Empire
07:15 CEST 14 April 2021
Copenhagen, Denmark, Nordic Empire
07:15 CEST 14 April 2021
William cracked his eyes open and immediately turned to the bedside table and grabbed his smartphone. There were numerous notifications, mostly from friends who had heard the news and were either asking what happened or informing him of how much coverage the news was getting. He quickly turned on the television in his room and popped on a local news station.
“..last night at a local restaurant. Astrid Johansen then appears to throw a large glass of wine at the Prince, and storms out leaving the embarrassed Prince to politely excuse himself from the restaurant. We reached out to Amalienborg for comment, but at this time our requests have gone unanswered. Next, will this week's weather be any better? Bjorn Bergson with the weather!”
William turned off the television and shook his head. He began to flip through his phone to check his notifications. His finger stopped at one from his closest mate, Eskild.
What happened? You okay? Let me know if you need to talk, man. The message read.
William typed his reply. I’m okay. How about tonight you come over and we get drunk? I’m sure today’s gonna be a fucking nightmare.
As he stood in the bedroom, the door opened and Thomas walked in. “Your Imperial Highness, His Imperial Majesty has requested your presence at Christiansborg Palace at your earliest convenience.”
“Yes, Thomas,” William said. “Inform him I will be over after I get ready.”
CHRISTIANSBORGPALACE
Copenhagen, Denmark, Nordic Empire
08:45 CEST 14 April 2021
Copenhagen, Denmark, Nordic Empire
08:45 CEST 14 April 2021
The car pulled up to the entrance. William took a deep breath as it came to a rest. A palace guard opened the door and William stepped out. He buttoned the suit coat and ensured his tie was nice and straight. The palace guard closed the door behind him. A gentleman dressed in a naval uniform stood at the door with a smile. He bowed to Willian, then escorted him through the palace with its Rococo interior. The normal decorations were on offer: portraits of previous monarchs and members of the Imperial family, various gifts from countries given to the monarch as a token of friendship, furniture that seemed older than anyone alive today, and intricate crown molding trimmed in gold (whether it be real gold or not was anyone’s guess).
William came to a stop outside his Father’s office. While William was all too familiar with this path, it was never a good sign when his father’s Chief of Staff would escort him to the office. Indeed William had dubbed it “The Walk of Misery” because it ultimately would lead to a serious meeting with his father and more-often-than-not result in some formal dressing down for something. When the Chief of Staff knocked at the door and entered, William took a deep breath. His blood felt like it contained ice crystals coursing through his body. His heart began to beat a little faster. Even his palms began to sweat a bit.
“His Imperial Majesty will see you now,” the Chief of Staff said. William walked into the office. The Chief of Staff behind him. William came to a stop after walking three steps into the office and bowed to his father, Emperor Erik VII.
“William, Prince of Scandinavia, Your Imperial Majesty,” the Chief of Staff said as he clicked his heels, bowed, and then retreated from the office, closing the door behind him.
“William, have a seat,” Erik said from his seated position behind his large, dark wood desk. Behind Erik were numerous shelves with scores of books stored upon them. The office was distinctly uninspiring and seemed to function better as a library than an official office for the Nordic Emperor, but Erik preferred it to the more ostentatious offerings elsewhere. William took the seat in front of his father’s desk. Erik cleared his throat, then broke into a slight smile.
“So, it has come to my attention that you had an incident last night, is this correct?”
“Yes, Father. I was having dinner with Astrid and she got all jealous because I had nodded to a table of people who were nodding at me. She said I was flirting, but I wasn’t flirting.....”
Erik raised his hand to quiet his son. “I don’t care, really. It doesn’t matter why it happened. It just matters that it happened. It is certainly not becoming of a member of this family to be treated like, well, any ordinary citizen. How many times have I told you not to see Astrid? How many times have you ignored my requests? She has always acted so jealous of you that it has brought you moments of embarrassment. Now, there’s pictures of you splattered all over the internet covered in red wine like you’ve just been dumped in a romantic comedy.”
“Father, I promise you I won’t see her anymore,” William said in a sullen voice.
“Well, you don’t have to promise me, William. You are hereby forbidden to see her anymore. You will announce to the press you and her have officially ended your relationship. You will also apologize to the restaurant staff and owner for the scene that was caused. You will offer to pay for any damages if there are any. Frankly, William, I don’t even know what you see in her. Do you know the Public Relations damage control this is going to take to fix? Not only do you look like a complete buffon on television, but you also have once more embarrassed myself and your mother. I hate having this conversation with you, William. I really do. You have to start thinking with the head that’s three feet above your ass for once.”
“Yes, Father,” William said.
“Now that I have your attention, your Mother wants you to come over for dinner on Sunday evening. She told me to tell you you don’t call her enough.”
“Father, I call her every other day,” William said with a slight smile.
“Well, you know your mother. If it isn’t three times a day, it isn’t enough. So come over for dinner on Sunday and please, for the love of God, call your mother more often. She’s driving me crazy about it. Do it because you want to. Do it so that I can have a day’s peace. Whatever the reason, please, William, do it.” Erik said jokingly.
“Now, is there anything you need from me?” Erik said.
“No, Father,” William said.
“Then you may go.”