The year was 1919, and Franz Joseph had beaten the reaper's grasp by well over two years as a thanks to Bruno's heavy investments into medicine, specifically things like antibiotics, but there was only so much medicine that could keep death at bay for so long.
Age itself could be a cause of death, and the aging Emperor was damn near nearing 90 years old, an age that was almost primeval in the era he currently lived in. As a result, his body had begun to deteriorate, and his soul had given up after Bruno had dealt the final blow to his family's sovereignty.
Austria was now just another incorporated realm into the Reich, as it was always meant to be, but that didn't bring the man who had once been crowned an Emperor any pride, nor any comfort, rather the opposite.
