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"Maximilian?"
I blink at her silently. She just called my name. By my name. Instead of feeling repulsed and detested by that sound I instead can't feel anything anymore. All I can see is her.
My breath stops for a moment again. Just like back i...
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Maximillian had woken up early to start on his way to the eastern kingdom. It would be a long ride before he reached so he decided to start early before the sun rises in the afternoon. Roman had informed him of a rebel leader that always stayed hidden, orchestrating each and every revolt.
They don't know the identity of that person, but someone tipped off that on Wednesday's usually, the rebel leader with his close inner circle would visit the local bar and drink happily. The leader wears a mask so they can't identify him even if they saw him in broad daylight, it would be hard to go search for him now. Since it was Wednesday today, Maximillian would visit the bar and find out once and for all who this rebel leader was. And put an end to these small revolts happening in his empire.
In the back of his mind, he had another desire he wished to fulfill. Go back to Elizabeth as soon as possible. It was a foolish absolute crude idea, he couldn't even believe he ever wanted something like that. But his mind and heart only craved one thing these days, Elizabeth.
"Your Highness, we're here." The footmen informs Maximillian from outside of the carriage, disturbing him from his thoughts. He should probably go about now, if he wants to return home quickly.
He gets out of the carriage and goes on his way to a nearby inn that was close to the bar. This would be the perfect place to spy from and also convenient since the bar was close by.
He waited for the night to come to visit the bar silently and spy on the rebel leader. But how could he know the identity if he wears a mask? He would have to isolate the leader and unmask him forcefully. It was about time now. Maximillian threw a cloak over his body, hiding the royal wear and golden patterns. He couldn't find any better clothes.
He pulled the cloak over his head, masking his face thoroughly. He just had to pull down and no one would ever be able to know that it was him. This seemed very dangerous to do as an emperor. But how else can he solve the problems of his empire without taking care of them personally.
He stood in front of the bar, taking in the look of it. It was completely disgusting to do this but what else can he do? He is intrigued by who this rebel leader is? What does he have that can make people revolt against their own emperor?
He enters into the bar with a heavy heart, prepared to face anything that will come his way. For some reason Maximillian could feel a difference in the air, not quite like it is outside. Like there's absolutely something happening today and Maximillian is not prepared for what he's about to see.
There was a huge group of people huddled around in the middle of the bar, hogging up all the beer and drinking like their life depended on it. Huge grins and cheerful laughter filled the room because of them. What were they so proud of? They must be the rebels. They were the only loudest people here after all in such a big group.
Maximillian found a seat near them and listened to what they were speaking about. And where was their leader? All this commotion was happening but the man of the hour hadn't made his appearance yet.
