The irrepressible second son to Austro-Hungary’s ruling family, Max has long dodged the worst of his family and government’s machinations and expectations purely by the good luck of [i]not[/i] being his (crown prince) brother. As archduke he still has expectations aplenty, and he has more or less met those expectations. He has no intentions of ever ruling himself, and has made no secret of it, though he has never abdicated his position. The many previous efforts to arrange a dynastic marriage have all been flat-out denied, which has resulted in his most recent trip to London – ostensibly in the hope of finding a vaguely suitable wife, but realistically to put a few thousand miles between himself and his suffocating familial expectations.