It was the first day of Kaiser Wilhelm III's rule that Bruno was shockingly absent. He did not arrive in Berlin that day. Instead, he had done something unusual in his life.
He took a day off. On the rare occasion that Bruno did take days off, he had decided to use that time to sharpen the skills that had long since gone to rust.
Over the course of the last few decades, as he spent more time in the office commanding nations and armies than actually in the field.
But Bruno was not the type to allow himself to become indolent, slothful, and gluttonous. He focused his spare time on the continued maintenance of his own physique, his ability to march and endure in the wilderness.
Today he was on a mountain, one of many in Tyrol, gazing down at the city of Innsbruck below in the distance. The River Inn flowed through the realm and gave life to the fertile fields that darted across the valley.
