AUTHOR NOTE: Ciao everyone! This is my first fanfiction ever (which you probably don't care about, but I'll alert you anyway!). Although this introduction is very short, it is just a small fraction of the entire story. There are many plot details/twists/etc in store for this story. I hope you enjoy where it is going so far!
(HRE)
It rained for the first time in my country in decades. Although this should have been a good thing for all of my people, even myself, I couldn't help feeling depressed.
Rain always comes naturally. You can predict its arrival, but it's hard to predict the amount of destruction it will cause. It destroys the weak things in its path and helps the stronger things flourish.
It's just like war.
Quite unlike the war, the rain came at a good time in our lives. I think the Holy Roman soldiers and generals needed rain. There are many rules to battle, and one is not to fight in rain. This in turn gives us more time to prepare for battle. It hurts me to know that my men fight solely for me. They want the Holy Roman Empire to become stronger. I know I should be grateful that I'm safe in their hands. However, there's not much I can do to help them in return.
Feeling the smooth surface of the marble, lost in another thought, I wondered who had looked out this window before me. What was the world like before my existence? Did it rain more often?
Outside, young children skipped through puddles, before their fun was cut short by their mother's call for dinner. Migrating birds took shelter under dewy fauna, embracing the cool, crispness of the night.
Every five minutes, a thunder cloud rolled in, shot off a firecracker of lightning bolts, and then faded away.
It seemed to signal a greater power existing in a time of war. It reminded me of something disastrous.
I, the strong disbeliever in sappy romances, had fallen in love. It was real, too.