Delilah had only been in Vienna for a few days, and so far, she was just making it. It was much busier and crowded than her home of Sopron and so much to learn. She was lucky that her apartment wasn't far from the building she worked in either or her sweet neighbor that went out of his way to help her understand some of the streets and places around her, that and considering her issues.

Once inside the large building, she hurried to the small office that was now hers as the older woman smiled at her.

"Guten Morgen Delilah." she greeted her.

"Guten Morgen Hildegard." Delilah smiled at her, "How are you this morning?"

"Fine, danke. How was your introduction the other day?"

"It was well. Hoping to get more done before the full class begins." she replied as a thought came to her, "Hildegard?"

"Ja?"

She knew she was to be a secretary for part of her morning and later evenings but one thing stuck out, "What is he like?"

"Herr Edelstein?" Hildegard questioned as Delilah nodded, "Oh he's a gentleman that's for sure. A little stiff at times but once you get to know him he's quite comfortable to be around."

She gave a small nod, letting her description float within her as the papers came to her mind.

"Why do you ask?"

Delilah sighed as she handed Hildegard the set of notes he left her when she was teaching and away from his office. Each one giving a specific order and what she should do or do better. In truth, it irked her. She was what some would say spoiled, the school she taught never gave her much issues. Redirecting her yes, but straight forward commands wasn't something she dealt well with.

"He's a little OCD."

"A little? Hildegard, read them all, this is more than a little. It's complete control."

"It's how he is. No offense, is how most Germans are my dear, it's in their nature. You should see the brothers. You think Roderich is being stiff." Hildegard joked as Delilah tried to quell her mind.

"I get that's the German/Austrian way, but some of these are not compatible for me."

"How so?"

Delilah handed her the list, pointing to one specific to-do from him, "If I was closer or one on one I could or even email/texting people, but as we know I am not."

"I didn't realize he placed that on there." Hildegard said, making notes in her own book, "Look, switch me then. He won't argue there. I'll take that and you can take care of the filing I need to finish."

"I can work with that." she sighed wondering if things would just escalate or slow down.

"Go do what you need before your class begins." the woman patted her arm, "While you do that, I'll fix some of his notes so it's easier for you."

"Danke Hildegard."

Once away from the woman, Delilah sorted papers and checked charts and more as she waited for the time to go. She was thankful for Hildegard and what the woman was willing to do for her. It made things easier for her to deal with the world and what was around her, that and the woman was ever learning of herself as well, making sure she understood everything and made things simple.

Finishing up the morning works, Delilah found herself thinking of the women. How they marveled her. Maria Theresa and Bertha and Anna, all women of minds and wonder. She did whatever she could to learn more of them, to see what she was blind to in her visions and dreams, yet there seemed to be more that she was unsure of. The biggest was the man she saw them with. Each time, a various locations and era, he was there. Playing a piano that she could see and each one of them just sitting there and taking him in. There was no face for him, just the back of his head. It's all she ever got besides the scent that seemed to linger around him. It was maddening. She wanted to know who the dark brunette was.

The vibration of her phone gave her the time as she nearly sprinted to her classroom, the smile never falling from her lips as she mentally thought of what the class would have that day. Every study and plan was buzzing in her head as she quickly made it into the decent sized room, people flowing in as she set everything up upon the board and handed the papers out. Looking around at the faces, she smiled as she pointed to her eyes and then to her chest. And then, she began.

"You need to hurry back and file those papers before three." Delilah mimicked the note in hand as she hurried back to the main offices.

The entire time she was teaching her phone went off with new demands and works for her. She had barely gotten what was needed done this morning and now he was adding more. Anger rolled through her as she marched her way to her office, trying her best to keep it hidden as she passed people. Do this, do that, have this written, get this sent, I want this at this time and this at that time and blah blah blah. She shook her head in frustration as she rounded the corner, the notes still before her eyes only to slam into something. Her body began to fall as she reached out for something to grab onto, just to have something wrap around her and her hand grasp onto an arm.

Opening her eyes, she looked around to see her papers strewn around her as people stopped to see what had happened. Pure embarrassment came to her as she felt her cheeks brighten red, how clumsy of her. "Scheiß."

Only then did she realize she had bumped into someone as they still hung onto her, making the blush deepen on her, "Entschuldigung..."

Delilah felt her voice trail off as she finally looked at the person holding her. She was stunned, awed in fact, for he was more than she believed to be a man. Dazzling violet eyes met hers as his wispy brown tresses fell forward, the same awe was written in his eyes as well as she looked at him, feeling his hands upon her back making notion of the situation they were in.

It was then she finally snapped out of it and wiggled out of his grasp, "Ó Istenem! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run into you."

Delilah flashed down to the floor, gathering her papers as she tried to hide the blush on her face from everyone as they moved back to their usual ways. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him gathering his own belongings, a light tinge to his cheeks as well as they finally finished. She didn't want to look back at him, didn't want to face the embarrassment again, but the timing gave her no choice.

"I apologize greatly for that. I was lost in my thoughts and wasn't paying attention. I really am sorry." she said looking at him once more.

His face was strict and unamused, not the features she saw just moments ago, "Fine, but don't let it happen again."

And then he was gone, walking passed her with ease as she stood there, mouth open in shock of his actions and words just for her to turn around and glare at him from behind, "Rude."

Then her mind blurred. Meshing past and present it seemed as she watched him walk away, just for the familiar scent to claim her senses. It couldn't be, could it? She tried to focus on the world yet every time she blinked she was thrown through time, seeing the women and him as he played. It was too much, all of it. Delilah darted off, searching for whatever room she could find at that moment, she didn't even care if it was a broom closet, just somewhere for her to gather her thoughts.

Turning the corner, she found herself pressed against a dark oak door, giving the knob a quick turn as it swung open. The old desk gave her comfort as she leaned against it catching her breath, it's decorative style and style stood out compared to modern desks used. Looking at the beautiful antique, her vision fluttered once more as the desk stayed within the sights. He spoke with all of them over the piece, war plans laid on it, flashing war after war.

Delilah backed away from it as she looked around. The one wall was covered in books as a small reading sofa stood out from it, ornaments of historical past covered the walls as her mind flipped to each one that the woman claimed for herself. She wanted to scream, cry out against the madness that was claiming her mind as a gentle hand came to her shoulder.

She let out a startled scream as she found Hildegard behind her, looking at her in worry, "Delilah, are you alright?"

She couldn't answer. There was so much that she couldn't do at that moment, and talking was one of them. Hildegard gripped her shoulders as she tried to have her sit down. Delilah finally did as told, her legs collapsing as the bench caught her. There was so much whirling in her mind that she barely noticed Hildegard talking to her.

"Delilah!" the woman exclaimed, holding her face, "What's wrong?"

Finally, it slowed down as she focused on the woman in front of her, just for a broken nervous laugh to hit her, "Oh Hildegard. I don't know what's going on with me."

"Just try my dear, try and explain it."

"You'll find me crazy."

The old woman gave her hand a gentle squeeze as she smiled at her, "Try me."

Giving a small sigh, Delilah began, "What can I say, ever since I was a young girl I saw these women. Strong, knowledgeable, sophisticated, regal, amazing women that seemed to shape the world around them. A beautiful queen with multiple children and strength, an author of the Peace Prize and one of pure intelligence. It was right before I moved her my grandparents told me they believed I dreamed of..."

Delilah paused as she looked at the item behind her, just to feel her breath hitch in her throat. Her blood raced as she felt Hildegard's grip tighten, trying to get her to speak, yet it was impossible. It was coincidence, it had to be, there was no way the very piano from her dreams was before her, it was completely impossible. She stood up and backed away from the beautiful piece, her heart beating like mad as the old woman's face came to hers.

"Sweetheart, what's the matter?"

"Tell me I'm crazy, please Hildegard." Delilah said as her hands moved before her mouth, "Tell me I'm insane and need locked away."

"Tell me what's wrong?"

"That piano, it's been in my dreams for as long as I can remember. And him playing it too. I never see his face but I see him. His back to me as I see him play, sweet melodies that I do not know but I know for the women in the dreams smile and look so at peace with them. And I swear to god, I just saw him just a moment ago and now this room and the piano have just made it ten times worse in my head." Delilah explained, "So please Hildegard, tell me I'm crazy."

Looking at the woman, she saw her with her hand over her mouth, wide eyes looking at her as it seemed to have shocked her of what she said. Delilah felt her heart sink as the look upon the woman barely faltered as she sat on the bench once more.

"I told you I was insane."

"Far from it my dear." Hildegard looked at her and smiled, "For now I will help you gain answers, but I want you to go home and rest. After that you need it."

"But what about-"

"Oh, leave him be, I'll take care of him. Don't you worry." the woman said, taking her arm and leading her out the door, "Now you go on home and relax, I'll deal with Roderich."

"Are you sure?" Delilah felt a small pang of guilt roll through her as the woman ushered her out.

"Ja, I am." Hildegard smiled at her.

Delilah felt as if her legs were stuck to the floor of the building, smiling at Hildegard as she gave a simple nod and wave to her, giving thanks for the release. Once outside, she tried to understand the sudden rush out and what the woman had planned but eased it away as she made her way home, trying to forget the events that burrowed in her mind.

"That girl barely got anything done." he muttered to himself, looking over the papers, "This will not do."

The click of heels as steady footfalls came to the door was the telltale sign that Hildegard had gone above and beyond to fix things. He didn't mind her doing it, it just irritated him when she did the job of others.

"You know she was to do all of this, ja?"

"I am aware." she replied to him as she entered the room, "I sent her home."

"And pray tell why you did that?"

She gave him that damn mischievous smile, "Reasons."

"I don't like it when you look at me that way, what are you doing Hildegard?"

"I have news for you."

He groaned in frustration, "I don't need any more help, you and that Delilah are good enough for me so please whatever else they sent can hold off until-"

"There's a capital in Austria."

No. There couldn't be. "Was?"

"Ja Roderich. In this very building as we speak."

He now had a capital to look out for and make sure they got to their respectful nation, how lovely, another thing to his growing lists. "How sure are you?"

"Absolutely positive."

He sighed, "Alright then. Well if you have spoken with said capital, then you must know what nation it is."

He moved to the phone as he lifted it to/*612xZCX his ear, "Who are the people they dream of, anything of importance? What do they hear language wise and such? The more I have the better I can help the nation get-"

"Maria Theresa."

He paused, he couldn't have heard her right, "Say that again."

"Maria. Theresa." Hildegard said, walking up to him and taking the phone from him, "She's Vienna."

Roderich couldn't move, he couldn't speak or think even. Vienna. Vienna was in the parliament building as they spoke. He felt the woman push down on his shoulders, making him sit at the small desk in her office.

"Roderich, do you hear me?"

"Was?"

"Thought so." she shook her head, "Have you heard a word I said?"

"Nein, I was lost in thought."

"Well, as I said. She's dreamed of her and I think two others whom I'm not too sure of. She's also seen you playing in the dreams as well."

Hildegard told him of what she learned so far of the woman, yet he was lucky to hear at all. His mind was a mess, along with his heart. There was so much running through him that he didn't know what to do. A sudden sting came to his arm as he looked at Hildegard.

"Will you listen to me Roderich? "she scolded him.

"I am."

"Barely." she shook her head, "I said you already bumped into her as well."

His eyes widened in shock, "When?"

"When I say bumped I meant the pun with it."

His mind swam through his thoughts just for earlier to come to him, "The woman I ran into."

"Yes Roderich. That's Delilah."

"Delilah? The secretary and teacher?"

"Ja, and I will say you somehow leave one hell of an impression on people." she stated, standing to leave the room, "It would be best for you to think about everything and do what you can to gain your capital. I'll see what I can help her with until then."

Roderich closed his eyes, diving into the silence that was the small room, his thoughts a jumbled mess. A capital, his nonetheless. Something he never thought would happen to him, yet there it was. On his lap like an opened book. As he thought of the woman, another daunting thought came to mind, one that he wasn't sure how he was going to fix or say, one that was hurting his heart more than believed.

Brushing a hand over his face, he sighed, "How am I going to break this to Eliza?"