In Carinthia, Alexia's husband, Duke Friedrich went out of his mansion to inspect the mercenaries that his wife hired.
‘Are we really going to overthrow the Emperor?’ he asked his wife, standing beside him smiling satisfied at the sight.
‘There is no other way to the throne.’ She answered. ‘Only this.’
‘And what about his siblings and Albert?’ he asked again referring to Josef and Marianna since Austria allowed women to inherit the throne.
‘That will be up to me. We will free Edmond and our line will be restored.’
‘We must not forget that the army that Hadrian commands is a formidable one.’ Friedrich said again to which Alexia replied with a scoff. She may have failed to kill off Hadrian, but she is determined to finish what she has started in one fell swoop. Indeed, the Imperial Army is strong, but they have not seen battle in decades and this, to her, is their advantage. She
Hadrian woke up at the sound of thebreaking pot and cups. Anton looked at his master and they stared at each other for a while. Hadrian realized what Anton was holding and immediately thought up excuses in his mind to keep Anton from prying further. To no avail.‘Your Majesty, what is this?’ Anton asked and Hadrian looked away, infuriated at his own carelessness. ‘Emperor Franz was murdered?’‘Anton,’ the young man said, standing up from his chair.‘It is something I’m still investigating. I do not plan to make it known to anyone yet.’
Hadrian drew his sword and fought along with his men in the front of the battle. He breathed; this was different from what he trained for. He trained with his soldiers for a time like this. And it all came down to this one moment. 'As I thought,' he thought. 'A real battle is indeed different.' He looked ahead as both sides clashed. He clashed with the Alexia's men. His drawn sword glimmered and blurred as he swung it to his adversaries. He felt as if time has slowed, men are shouting on all sides at once and pointing their muskets and swords at the men opposite their sides. As his sword descended, time sped up and everything was going too fast for him to keep up. He kept pushing forward and he found himself in the middle surrounded by his guards.
Catherine looked unbelievably at her grandfather, she thought her grandparents have already accepted her engagement with Hadrian, but what she heard is different. ‘This not what was agreed!’ she not raising her voice, but the aggravation in her voice is evident. ‘Emperor Josef Hadrian is my betrothed, is he not?’ ‘I have retracted my stance on that matter, Catherine.’ King Henrik answered, looking at her strictly. His voice stern and unmoving. His wife, Queen Agnetha, looked at him and then at her granddaughter. She briefly shook her head and looked down sadly.
As soon as they returned to the capital, Hadrian was met with paperwork after paperwork, and he was again buried in a mountain of paper in his office. He sighed exasperatedly and almost has his head on the table as he fills in what needed to be changed in the document he is reading. He had wanted to tend to his garden as soon as he arrived, but Anton has been driving him to work since. He looked out the window, his heart has been pounding in his chest. He felt like something bad is about to happen, but he does not know what. He wanted to ask Anton, but the man was out preparing his afternoon medicine. He went back to work and when he is about to finish the days' worth, the emerald pendant Catherine gave him fell from his neck. He looked at it and immediately picked it up; he made sure there was no damage on it and to his relief, none was found. As he sat back down on his chair, he heard a commotion coming from outside his office and Anton rushed through th
Hadrian was feelingdejectedwhen he went to his garden to tend to it. He looked around and he thought that the gardener dida good job. This should have made him happy, but his chest feels heavy that he could not even smile. Finding no motivation to do what he came to do, he just sat on the bench looking at the trees and then he stood up to walk. After a while he found himself in the fountain, he blinked and looked around wondering what he was doing there.‘Ah, there you are.’ A familiar voice called out and Hadrian turned to see Albert approaching him. ‘I was delayed for a bit, sorry to have kept you waiting.’
Henrik paced back and forth waiting for news of Catherine’s whereabouts; agitated at his men’s slow response, he kept asking his butler of news from the search party, he gave orders after orders and after more than a half hour later, the soldiers that came and he received reports from soldiers who were scurrying in and out of the office. Valdemar stood beside him just looking at the men as they talk to the King. His eyes were angry, but not because of the soldiers, but because of Catherine running away. His plans to finally become a royal have been thwarted. He went to a man standing close to him and whispered something and left soon after. In his mind he planned to make Catherine marry him when she returns.
Valdemar pulled the trigger of the gun he grabbed from the guard, aiming intently at Catherine and as he shot, Hadrian went between him and Catherine and the bullet hit Hadrian’s left chest and he fell on the ground, he pointed the gun at Hadrian once more and shot him a second time, this time, hitting him in his left shoulder. The guards pinned Valdemar down and kicked the gun aside, Albert pulled out his sword and is about to lunge at the duke, but Ivan stopped him. ‘You cannot do anything rash; our position is already sensitive as it is.’ Ivan told Albert who’s fuming in anger. ‘Hadrian!’ Catherine shouted and kneeled beside Hadrian who is bleeding on the floor. She carefully cradled his head as the others scrambled to call for a doctor. ‘Hadrian, please wake up!’ Hadrian huffed and coughed. They looked closely at his chest and curiously there was not a drop of blood on his clothes. He winced at the pain on his shoulder and knew he was shot there.
Hadrian rode out to meet his uncle who has camped in the border of his own kingdom. The older King met his nephew with a smile and wide arms. King Wilhelm stands a head taller than Hadrian, a great man with a muscular build. ‘Hadrian, my boy!’ King Wilhelm greeted Hadrian smiling widely. ‘I was expecting you to send a messenger, but here you are! The emperor himself! I trust you bring news?’ ‘I have uncle, and hopefully we are to meet King Henrik tomorrow.’ Hadrian answered after dismounting his horse.