Olga patted her cheeks. She felt as though her expression had gone stiff.
Alexander asked with a smile.
"My dear sister, why do you seem a little unhappy?"
Olga replied irritably.
"Try smiling at strangers for days on end."
Alexander was even more delighted. He looked earnestly at Olga.
"You think I haven't? Now you know why I love arriving late and leaving early so much! Hahaha!"
Spending eight hours a day receiving other people's blessings at high intensity was exhausting work too.
Olga could not keep a straight face. After all, she was about to become the Empress of the Austrian Empire; this was her duty. Besides, if she truly wore a grim expression, she would frighten some people.
One had to know that the Empress of the Austrian Empire held real power. If Francis II had not feared that his son might be too incompetent and fall under others' control, thereby restricting the Empress's authority, Olga would have been able to decide the fate of the vast majority of the Austrian Empire's subjects after her marriage.
Moreover, the emperor Olga was marrying was Franz. His authority was, without question, the greatest of any Monarch in the Austrian Empire's history. No one wished to stake their family fortune and life on whether Franz's blade was sharp.
Furthermore, the Austrian Empire had a great many enemies. If Olga put on an unwilling expression, people would surely read far too much into it. By then, it might become an international crisis.
"I'm so tired! I should've known better than to get married!"
Olga complained.
"Tsk, tsk. From what I saw, your face was practically pressed against his chest, and you were about to start drooling."
Olga had thought that acting a little coy would earn her brother's comfort. Instead, she was