NEW YORK time BESTSELLER • For readers of Philippa Gregory, Paula McLain, and Daisy Goodwin comes a scan and an effective novel by Allison Pataki. Sisi tells the little-known story of Empress Elisabeth the Austria-Hungary, the Princess Diana of she time, in an enthralling work of historic fiction that is additionally a gripping page-turner.Married come Emperor Franz Joseph, Elisabeth—fondly well-known as Sisi—captures the understanding of her world as your “fairy queen,” however beneath the dazzling persona lives a much more complex figure. In mid-nineteenth-century Vienna, the halls that the Hofburg palace buzz not just with royal waltzes and champagne but with temptations, rivals, and cutthroat intrigue. Feeling stifled by strictly protocols and also a rough marriage, Sisi grows restless. A free-spirited wanderer, she find solace at she estate exterior Budapest. Over there she rides her beloved horses and also enjoys visits from the Hungarian statesman counting Andrássy, the male with who she’s unwittingly please in love. But tragic news brings Sisi the end of her vulnerable seclusion, forcing her to go back to her capital and also a human being of gossip, envy, and sorrow wherein a dangerous fate lurks in the shadows. Through love affairs and also loss, dedication and defiance, Sisi struggles versus conflicting desires: to store her household together, or to flee amid the please of she suffocating marriage and also the gathering tumult that the very first World War. In an age of crumbling monarchies, Sisi fights to assert her ideal to the throne beside her husband, to success the love of she people and the world, and also to save an empire. But in the end, have the right to she conserve herself? special larger-than-life historic numbers such as Bavaria’s “Mad King Ludwig” and the disastrous Crown Prince Rudolf, and collection against numerous of Europe’s grandest sites—from Germany’s storied Neuschwanstein lock to England’s lush shires—Sisi bring to life an particularly woman and also the romantic, volatile era over which she presided.Praise for Sisi“Pataki efficiently juggles many political and an individual plot present while keeping her emphasis on a fascinating central character. . . . Reader of Pataki’s an initial book will desire to understand the rest of Sisi’s story, but this novel stands on its own for historic fiction fans.”—Library Journal “A deeply relocating book around a complex character.”—BookPage “A satisfying saga the the so late Habsburg period.”—Kirkus Reviews “Pataki brings richness and also relevance to the story that the woman who operated tirelessly to protect the face of one empire.”—Publishers Weekly “Pataki simply stuns me with each brand-new book. I savor every page. Sisi is her finest yet!”—Kathie Lee Gifford “Readers will enjoy the glorious dilemma of whether to turn the pages swiftly, breathlessly adhering to Empress Sisi native one astonishing, heartbreaking adventure come the next, or come linger and luxuriate in Pataki’s vivid, luxury descriptions that the Habsburg court.”—Jennifer Chiaverini, new York time bestselling author of Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker “This entire novel is irresistible—completely impossible to put down! Pataki reimagines the reign of the nineteenth-century Princess Diana in this stunning book.”—Michelle Moran, worldwide bestselling author of Rebel Queen “Emotional, exuberant, masterly, Sisi swept me right into the glittering, treacherous world of the waning Habsburg empire. A must-read.”—Lynn Cullen, bestselling author of Mrs. Poe

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Allison Pataki is the new York time bestselling writer of The Traitor’s Wife and The accidental Empress. The daughter that former new York State branch George E. Pataki, she was influenced to write about Sisi by she family’s deep roots in the previous Habsburg realm of Austria-Hungary. She i graduated cum laude from Yale University through a significant in English. Pataki is the co-founder the the nonprofit company ReConnect Hungary, frequently contributes come The Huffington Post and, and also is a member of the historical Novel Society. She stays in Chicago with her husband and their daughter.

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Chapter 1Gödöllő Palace, HungarySummer 1868Sisi could have offered any number of explanations as to why it was so different. Had someone request her, the would have been basic enough for her to provide an answer. Yet what to be the truth? she wondered. Why was it that twilight below in Gödöllő, her nation estate just outside of Budapest, feeling so various from twilight in Vienna?She can have said that it to be the view: the unruly, wild, perfectly inviting view. Here, in the soft light of the comes evening, the grounds rolling open before her, unfurling in tide of tenderness green before meeting hundreds of acres the virgin woodlands. Swarm of wildflowers dotted the meadows, so different from Vienna’s imperial grounds and also gardens, where sensible, stately tulips intersected lawns therefore symmetrical and also tight clipped the it looked together though mankind had heeled nature into finish submission. I beg your pardon of course, in Vienna, that had.Or to be it the sound that Gödöllő at dusk? evenings out here echoed v the bark of her sheepdogs; the carefree laughter of the Hungarian steady boys as they scrubbed under her horses; the an initial stirrings of the crickets and also frogs together they welcomed dusk indigenous the overgrown fields, nature’s unmatched orchestra tuning up for its nightly symphony. It was a repertoire of sounds so completely unlike those come be had in Vienna, where Sisi might hear the one-­two of polished boots together the imperial guards paraded across the courtyards; the clatter the coaches rolling previous the Hofburg gates; the cries the the Viennese mob gathered exterior the royal residence at every hours, begging for her to provide them a florin coin or a glimpse the her commemorated silhouette, her legend hairstyles.Perhaps it to be the aroma in the air. Here a medley the sweet fragrant traveled across the breeze: the faint trace of wild rose and also acacia, the earthy musk the the stables, the heady perfume of overgrown grass and also straw and also mud. It was a lush bouquet of smells therefore natural and also pleasing, entirely various from what she might breathe in ago in Vienna, wherein she inhaled the cloying eau de parfum the obsequious courtiers; the stink that so countless bodies and chamber pots jammed right into the Hofburg Palace; the are afraid of the noble men and also women that were always watching, calculating regarding how they can raise their very own status or knock down a rival’s. Yes, are afraid was other one might smell. Sisi knew that, after all of her year in Vienna.But no, it was not the view, or the sound, or the scent that made twilight in Hungary so various from twilight in Austria. That was not anything outside of she or around her; it was a sensation completely inside the her. It was exactly how she felt every evening in ~ dusk the made Gödöllő so various from the Hofburg.In Vienna, through this hour the the day, Sisi would feel withered. She head would ache native the unpleasantness the an debate with her husband or his iron-­willed mother. Sisi’s stomach would be coiled into a gnarled mess, her chest tight with anxiety from a work of sorting gossip and rumors indigenous truth, of watching for and also trying to address the judgment or not say that appeared to pass throughout every courtier’s face. She would certainly be looking drearily ahead to a night spent with the royal Court—a tedious evening ensconced in the damask and gold gilt the the staterooms, the sound the the violins overpowered by the chatter about trivial scandals. Hours spent watching females fawn prior to her husband, forcing a weary smile while men paid she the same trite compliments they provided night after ~ night. Work in Vienna to be long, however the nights to be interminable—and Sisi would limp earlier to she room every evening feeling spent, depleted. So fatigued the she already dreaded the following day before that day even came.Here in Gödöllő she feeling spent, too, however in the best means possible. Like a vessel poured out, light and free of burdens. Today, prefer all job at she Hungarian estate, she’d been free. She’d been outdoors due to the fact that five in the morning, having risen at four. In keeping with her day-to-day routine, she’d ridden hard and also returned to the palace simply briefly for a irradiate broth at midday. The afternoon uncovered her atop her steed once an ext and ago in the fields and also woodlands, whereby she exercised jumps, galloped come the allude of breathlessness, and joined she charming neighbor, Prince Nikolaus Esterházy, in chasing foxes and also racing across the untamed landscape.That was why twilight in Gödöllő was always so different. By the moment the sun began to sink over the western fields in the direction the Budapest, Sisi’s body would certainly ache with a pleasant, well-­earned fatigue. She cheeks, brightened through the clean country air and the physical exertion, would certainly glow a deep rose. Her heart would feel light, her spirits buoyant, and her body strong.And that was specifically how Sisi feel on this sultry late-­summer evening, as she handed her steed off at the stables and also thanked the Hungarian groom with simple smile. She turned towards the palace, the red-­domed roof cutting a cool outline against the fading sky. Even this structure, for this reason whimsical and unpretentious, was standing in contrast to the stately, solid type of Vienna’s imperial residence, the Hofburg. As Sisi looked now over the strawberry-­pink and cream façade, she eyes relocated to the second floor, finding the home window on the east wing of the house. She smiled, picking up her pace. She had almost expected to view the small cherubic challenge peeking earlier at her from in ~ a glow of early-­evening candlelight; and suddenly she couldn’t wait to be earlier inside the palace, this place where she had actually made a residence for herself, carving the end a safe corner of domesticity and freedom far from the crushing host of Vienna and also the royal Court.“Hello, Shadow.” Sisi’s favourite dog, an oversized mound the wagging white fur, trotted up, lapping a sloppy greeting on her together she reached the front door. “You miss me today?” She stroked the substantial hound a moment prior to nodding at the surrounding footman and also walking into the front hall, her dog rolling behind she in accordance with his name.“Empress Elisabeth.” Ida Ferenczy, Sisi’s attendant and longtime friend, curtsied as the empress entered. Next to her snored the empress’s various other dog, a heavy Saint Bernard called Brave. Her mother-­in-­law despised oversized dogs—the Archduchess Sophie only ever kept dogs tiny enough come sit in her lap. Perhaps that to be why here, in Gödöllő, Sisi surrounding herself with the enormous, lovable beasts.“Hello, Ida.” Sisi tossed she riding gloves top top a surrounding chair together she crossed the spacious, high-­ceilinged front hall towards her attendant. “I will readjust quickly the end of these riding clothes. I miss out on my little one. Is every little thing as it have to be in the nursery?”“The Archduchess Valerie is in perfectly great health this evening, thanks be come God.”“Has she cry today?”“Only the typical fretting that any small baby. Yet the nurse reports that the small archduchess has had actually her milk there is no incident, and she should be in an excellent spirits for her Majesty’s visit to the nursery.”“Good. I’ll adjust and climate go right to her.”“Of course. And also was your Majesty’s ride pleasing today?”“Yes.” Sisi nodded, make her means to the broad, curving staircase the led upstairs towards her suite of exclusive rooms. “It was a wonderful day. The fox believed he had discovered a for sure haven in the southern woodlands, but Nicky rooted that out, and we nearly—” Sisi paused top top the steps, her mind traction in numerous directions at once. “That reminds me, Ida, us shall be 4 for dinner tonight instead of three. Nicky—rather, Prince Esterházy—practically begged me because that an invitation, and also I hadn’t the heart to refuse him. He’ll sign up with the 2 of us and Countess Marie.”“In the case, Madame, I think that us shall be five instead of four.” Ida’s lips curled upward in a sheepish smile, however she available nothing an ext by method of explanation.“Who?” Sisi asked, she hand bracing on the stairway’s sculpted balustrade. “Who rather is coming?” had actually Franz determined to setup a last-­minute visit? Sisi’s stomach coiled—the emperor’s presence, together rare as it was out here, had actually a means of disrupting the fragile, carefree tranquility she dealt with so difficult to cultivate in this household.As an answer, Ida hosted forth the small golden mail dish, piled v papers. “Your imperial Majesty’s an individual correspondences.”“Thank you.” Sisi take it the dish, riffling with the pile. “You’ve forwarded all of the official petitions and letters on to my secretary in Vienna?”Ida nodded.Sisi’s eyes landed on the one call card, that lettering long and also graceful—and familiar. No, this was not news of the emperor. This to be a sight so longed for that Sisi felt she heart lurch in her breast, aching currently with the very first kindling the hope. Andrássy! but could that be? to be Andrássy back in Hungary? Sisi fixed a questioning gaze on her attendant, conscious of how her eager tone betrayed her as she asked: “Did the . . . Did counting Andrássy come through today?”Leaning forward, her voice low, Ida whispered: “Count Andrássy come calling while you to be riding. He said he’d return for dinner.”Sisi clutched the banister, she heart feeling prefer it could trip down the carpeted stairs even as she stood frozen in place. “Well, that’s a surprise. A most pleasant surprise. Come, I should dress in ~ once.”As she dressed for the evening, Sisi made her method through the continuing to be pile the letters, she mind wandering every couple of moments ago to Andrássy. Had actually he missed her these past months as she had actually missed him? exactly how long would he stay? would certainly all it is in the same between them? She blinked, forcing herself to focus on the news from she family; she had only so lot time to read these letters and also visit the nursery before dinner. Prior to he arrived.There were several letters native Bavaria, wherein Sisi’s beloved enlarge sister, Helene, had actually recently went back to the household home in ~ Possenhofen to live v their parents. “Poor Néné.” Sisi could nearly see the tears that had fallen together her widowed sister penned this note. Helene, the eldest sister and the only one of the 5 Wittelsbach girl to be happy married, had found her groom—a you re welcome prince that Thurn and also Taxis—later in life. She hadn’t married till her twenties, and also yet she’d lost her husband simply a couple of precious year after the wedding. Helene created of her own deteriorating health, the her everyday sadness, but also of her deepening faith. She, who had once longed for a life in a nunnery, wrote Sisi now that day-to-day prayer noted “the one balm against grief in the otherwise chaotic setting of ours childhood household.”Sisi sighed, she heart hefty for Helene as she turned come her following letter indigenous home. This one came from her darling younger sisters Sophie-­Charlotte.My dearest Sisi,I to be to be married! girlfriend cannot maybe know how happy my heart is. Or possibly you can, and also do, recognize my bliss; ns was as well young to witness it as soon as you yourself fell in love through your husband and also accepted his hand.Sisi looked away because that a moment, blinking as she absorbed the startling news. If Néné’s letter had seeped sad resignation, a contemplative widow’s acceptance that her life’s desires would never ever be realized, then Sophie-­Charlotte’s keep in mind burst through youthful cheer, raw and naïve exuberance, an as yet unshaken optimism that felt as fragile and also ill-­fated together a key of puffy glass in a child’s hands. Sisi turned ago to she sister’s words.Oh, mine darling sister, you understand our cousin Ludwig and I do. Perhaps also better, as he always tells me that you alone the the sister (other than me, that course!) truly recognize him and also love him. And how the returns that love to you! exactly how he admires you! and also how happy it makes me once he speak me the I, of every our sisters, most resemble you in beauty and also sensitivity.Oh, Sisi, mine is a blissful, giddy state of happiness. Ludwig, King that Bavaria, to it is in my husband!He is a male without equal. Why, look in ~ his palaces. He has actually taste and also elegance enough to do me feel like quite the simpleton. And also not to cite how beautiful he is come look on. I understand that every girl in Bavaria is sick through envy, as they need to be. I have actually won for myself the best husband in our country! probably the world! (Your lovely Franz Joseph excluded, the course.)You will certainly come home to Bavaria because that the wedding, won’t you? i shall call Ludwig that you will—the promise of seeing you will certainly induce him to surname a wedding date!I am now and also shall continue to be your most loving and dedicated sister,Sophie-­CharlotteSisi put Sophie-­Charlotte’s letter down and also folded it twice, an inexplicable sense of uneasiness settling end her. She was taken aback that the happy news filled her with such misgivings. Her sister was correct: Sisi did love Ludwig. That was she cousin and—other 보다 Néné—her most cherished childhood playmate. She and Ludwig had actually spent so lot of your youths with each other in Bavaria, the 2 of them running wild through the fields approximately Possenhofen and sharing their terrific daydreams because that both the present and also the future. Possibly Ludwig had also been a little bit in love with the young Sisi. He had hinted in ~ it enough. Yet Ludwig—now to it is in Sophie-­Charlotte’s husband? The idea did not fill Sisi v the pleasure that such news candlestick to have aroused. Were they fine suited? absolutely her mother, Duchess Ludovika, would be elated at together a match, dazzling by the fact that she youngest daughter would stay so close come her residence in “Possi.” and Sophie-­Charlotte was euphoric, evidently. Sisi tucked her sister’s note into her escritoire, identified to revisit the topic later. She did no wish to rob she darling infant sister of any type of of her bridal joy, however neither did she herself have the many optimistic view of matrimony these days. She’d should think before crafting she reply.Only 2 letters remained, and Sisi stared in ~ them now. The optimal one bore the seal the archduchess gisela, royal princess of austria and hungary. Gisela, Sisi’s twelve-­year-­old daughter, writing from the royal Court in Vienna. Gisela rarely wrote. She and Sisi were no close; they had never been offered a possibility at closeness. Gisela, from her earliest days together an infant, had preferred her grandmother, the Archduchess Sophie, the woman who could somehow be together soft and maternal through her grandchildren together she was cold and domineering through her daughter-­in-­law.