Margarete's Journal - Part 1
The following is a Journal, handwritten by Her Highness Princess Margarete Isolde Viktoria Elizabeth von Prosek, Daughter of Princess Gisela Heldegard Anne Beatrix Landgraffe of Hesse and Baron Konrad Joseph “Joseph” von Prosek, Sister to His Royal Highness Karl Rudolph Wilhelm Fredrick von Prosek and His Highness Prince Gregor Leopold Christoph Johann von Prosek. The Journal begins 2 June 2082, when Princess Margarete is 1 year and 8 months old, and 21 April 2087, whe she is 6 years and 6 months old.
O.O.C. At this age Margarete’s Journal was written wholly in German, as she had yet to learn other languages. An English translation is provided.
O.O.C.: Margarete Isolde Prosek was born at her Mother’s Castle near Kassel on 2 October 2080 to Baron Konrad Joseph von Prosek and Gisela Heldegard Anne Beatrix Landgraffe of Hesse. At the time of her birth her Father was already 65 years, 3 months, and 13 days old, and her Mother was 70 years, 9 months, 1 day old. She has two older brothers: Karl Rudolf was 5 year, 5 months, and 11 days, and Gregor Leopold was 2 years, 2 months, and 10 days old when she was born. Karl was 3 years, 3 months, and 1 day when Gregor was born.
O.O.C.: Margarete’s Mental faculties, including raw Intelligence, and emotional maturity, developed twice as quickly as her brothers, who themselves developed far more rapidly than non-genetically altered Humans.
2 June 2082
Father was going to give this leather-bound blank book to me for my second birthday. However, when he saw how far along I was with my writing, he decided to give it to me today. Not wanting to waste the moment I am putting it to good use.
Mother says all children must learn a musical instrument. I am getting my fingers used to the violin. It will take a while for the callouses to build up on my fingers so I can play properly. It does not help that my fingers are not yet long enough to reach all of the frets. Ah, well, and I was hoping I would have been able to play something for Father’s birthday this year. I suppose I will have to sing with Gregor again this year. I just hope that Gregor is presentable that day and does not happen to have a black eye from whatever sorts of things he does trouncing through the house.
O.O.C. Ages at the time of this Journal Entry: Margarete is 1 year and 8 months old. Karl is 7 years, 1 month and 12 days old. Gregor is 3 years, 10 months, and 11 days old.
15 September 2082
O.O.C. A line drawing of the family with the family dogs all done in pen. An observer who looks carefully at the image will realize that it is not only done without lifting the pen, but also with the marks when they intersect, only doing so once. The date is part of the line drawing and reads 15 September 2082. The initials are in a shield in the background in the drawing above the date. They read: MIP
O.O.C. Age at the time of this Journal Entry: Margarete is 1 year, 11 months, and 13 days old.
1 January 2083
Today was Mother’s birthday. We always enjoy Mother’s birthday, because it is the day when we exchange gifts with one another. Mother believes that Christmas is a solemn day of remembrance for Christ and others, and should not be sullied with commercialization. However, she graciously has come to believe that being a mother is the greatest gift of all. As such, it is her gift to us, sharing her birthday with us… it does not hurt that it is also the start of the New Year as well, but let us not get into that lest we stir up Mother’s ire.
This year Mother gave me a first edition copy of plates containing several of the great works of art. I know that she has a copy of this book herself in the library and this is not her copy. Her copy is worn around the Rembrandt section. This has no such identifying mark. I see my line drawings have irritated her. She wishes me to pursue “true” art as she refers to it. Fascinating. How would she know I drew line drawings? The only line drawings of any complexity I have drawn are here, in this journal, because I know how Mother feels about “doodling”. I thought my journal was in a slightly different location than where I had placed it on seven different occasions. Well, a journal is supposed to be personal. If what I write offends, then, the offended party should tactfully refrain from reading what is someone else’s intellectual property.
O.O.C. Ages at the time of this Journal Entry: Margarete is 2 years, 2 months, and 30 days old. Karl is 7 years, 8months, and 11 days old. Gregor is 4 years, 5 months, and 10 days old.
20 November 2083
Mother and Father came back from skiing today. Mother said I was too young to join them. I believe this is just Mother trying to keep us separated in public again. For now, it is best not to argue and to allow Mother her eccentricities. I decided to find something to occupy myself so I did not look like I was trying to overhear the juicy details of anything that may have happened while the family was out. The best place to sit was in the library. There the various forced air ducts carried sound quite well from all over Kassel. There was only a few rooms that were safe from intrusion. It was no accident that mine was one of them.
Once I had been moved out of the nursery at age one I had been given a choice of rooms. I had already figured out which rooms were not able to be heard from the library. I also figured out where the other five rooms could be heard from. Mine can be heard from only one other location, the cellar where they installed the heat. When that noisy thing is going, you cannot hear yourself, much less anyone from upstairs.
So I moved from chair to chair in the library listening to the sounds coming from the vents. Apparently Gregor had somehow injured himself on the slopes and now Mother was treating it as life threatening. I found it strange since this was not the first time that Mother had seen Gregor injure himself, so I wondered how this incident was different.
Father finally put his foot down and kicked her out of the room saying: as the family physician the boy needed his rest. I could hear Mother crying and wringing her hands all the way down the hall. Then I heard Father tell Gregor not to take too much advantage of his injury or he might be forced to put it in a cast, then he left the room. I knew then that Gregor had found a way to use his boyish charms to his advantage. The world would never be the same again.
O.O.C. Ages at the time of this Journal Entry:Margarete is 3 years, 1 month, and 18 days old. Karl is 8 years, 6 months, and 30 days old. Gregor is 5 years, 3 months, and 29 days.
24 July 2084
Gregor has proudly informed me that Mother has announced he shall begin attending private Dressage classes. I can tell he is excited, he so longs to compete with our brother Karl in all things that have to do with Mother’s attention. He will be starting his classes in two days. I know no matter how old I get that I shall never be joining them, however (not if Mother has anything to say about it, anyway). Mother has always felt horses are dangerous animals. Arguably they can be, if not handled properly. It is also true that a small percentage of dressage riders have been thrown, resulting in a crippling injury or death. The fact of the matter is, Mother does not feel that a woman’s place is on a horse. For that reason, or because she feels a woman should not ride astride, or perhaps she has a fear of horses herself and does not wish to reveal it… I can not say.
Gregor’s birthday was not as grandiose as Karl’s was this year, it never is. Mother never throws Gregor as big of a party as Karl. It would not be proper after all. But oh, how I see how he wants at least an equal party, just once. I know that I shall not have a party even remotely close in size to either of them until my sixteenth birthday when I shall be “Coming Out”. That is unless Mother has managed to find me a suitable match for me before then (and badger Father into agreeing to it). If that should ever comes to pass, then I never shall have a grander party than Karl… as long as I am living under her roof that is. Though I highly doubt Father shall allow Mother’s politics to get any of us betrothed before any of us are ready. When it is our time, I know each of us will take a turn, even Karl, being paraded around like some hapless piece of meat to be priced by the highest bidder. How droll.
Mother has strange rules about parties, too. She does not allow us to attend one another’s birthday parties and no matter what event it is, some member of the family has to stay home. Usually the default is me, though when we call on our distant cousin Sophia, Gregor always asks to remain at home. He has never explained his reasons. Karl has spoken to him about it and said he has accepted his reasons whatever they were. That was enough for Mother, of course. So that will have to be enough for me.
O.O.C. Ages at the time of this Journal Entry:Margarete is 3 years, 9 month, and 22 days old. Karl is 9 years, 3 months, and 3 days old. Gregor is 6 years, 0 months, and 2 days.
15 April 2085
Happy Easter! Today our family (minus Gregor who is probably getting himself into trouble at the estate… again) went to visit our distant cousin of ours, Sophia. She is older than Gregor and I, but younger than Karl. However she is already betrothed to some English Duke’s son who is her own age. I know Mother likes calling on their family because she is trying to convince Father to have me betrothed to a member of one of the ten European royal families who still hold actual power. I know she is Landgraffe, but this is still a male dominated society due to the way inheritance happens in most cases. He could go places she cannot, and speak to people who would not listen to a woman’s words (unless forced to), even in this enlightened age.
Sophia’s parents always put on a great Easter Egg hunt. Our family were not the only ones to come to call this day. Several children ranging from infants to teenagers took part in the Easter Egg hunt. The infants were in the care of their nannies (of course). Each of us found a basket hidden along the way to the center of the vast hedge maze on Sophia’s parent’s property.Sophia’s parents always put on a great Easter Egg hunt. Our family were not the only ones to come to call this day. Several children ranging from infants to teenagers took part in the Easter Egg hunt. The infants were in the care of their nannies (of course). Each of us found a basket hidden along the way to the center of the vast hedge maze on Sophia’s parent’s property.
It was never a traditional Easter Egg basket, and this year was no exception. The Egg itself was a replication of a Faberge Egg. Inside the basket were fine chocolates and candies that were individually handcrafted. The toys inside of the basket were trinkets of unique engineering. I often wondered about their safety from year to year, so I took it upon myself to take one apart last year. It turned out to only be a really complex clockwork. That seemed really odd to me. But at the same time it intrigued me. It taught me something very vital. You must not dismiss the old way of doing things, it may have its uses.
Mother, being Mother, took this opportunity to remind everyone to come to Karl’s birthday party this coming Saturday. Being the male heir of the Royal house of Hesse means he gets really big birthday parties. Of course, Hesse has no real power anymore and is really an empty title and has been for a very long time. Only Mother and a few others really care. I am… undecided.
O.O.C. Ages at the time of this Journal Entry:Margarete is 4 years, 6 month, and 13 days old. Karl is 9 years, 11 months, and 25 days old. Gregor is 6 years, 8 months, and 24 days.