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Gabrielle held her sword. Sophie positioned with the archers and took her bow from the quiver. The black-haired saw how it trembled on the blondie's hand. Maybe she wasn't the good archer she claimed to be, that way actually put her aim in trouble. She rolled her eyes. Maybe, just maybe, Sophie was just meant to stay with Kseniya, helping the injured, not participating in attacks.

The Berliner Stadtschloss was the Valenhoffs', the ducal family of Brandemburg, residence. Actually, she thought, she shouldn't think about Valenhoffs in plural. The current Grand Duke, Arek Valenhoff, was unmarried and childless. However, he had a reputation of womanizer (maybe he wasn't childless, maybe he had got one of his one-night standings pregnant. Anyway, he just didn't want to have a family). Both of her parents disliked the Grand Duke. Her mother, for his reputation. Her father, for political reasons. Brandemburg and Bavaria had always been enemies. Bavaria had its power during the Imperial times and still had it before and after it. Not in vain, the previous Empress of Austria-Hungary, Elisabeth (Sissi), had been a Bavarian. Brandemburg had always been submitted to the power of the old Kingdom of Prussia. Maybe it had its power before Imperial times, but during them, even if Berlin had been the Imperials' official residence, Brandemburg had no importance. Just Berlin could presume of something. That's actually the reason they started the Duchies' Revolution that ended with the Imperial family overthrown.

Gabrielle shook her head and erased all those thoughts. She just needed to concentrate on the attack. The plan was simple: siege the palace. The Atlants and the French would surround the palace and obviously, the guards would come out on defense. A quite little command of also both French and Atlants (and her) would invade the palace.

The signal was given. And she ran. The French were already charging against the palace. Guards dressed in both Austro-Hungarian and Brandemburger militar uniforms were throwing themselves onto them. Gabrielle jumped the fence and avoided the guards, who were busier fighting some Atlants. The archers were shooting arrows. Sophie also shoot but her arrow crushed into the ground, near her. Gabrielle rolled her eyes; the Danish had a horrible aim, by some centimeters, the arrow hadn't striked her.

She erased all thoughts, they were making her lose time. So, she got up the fastest she could and ran to the palace. The garden was turning into a campal battle she wanted to have nothing to do with. Although, in the way, some guards tasted the iron of her sword.

She couldn't believe how easy suddenly had resulted to reach the door. She was happy for her little victory but knew she had to be down to earth. "It's just a glimpse of luck" she thought.

In one of the halls, she stepped into two guards who inmediatly raised their guns to aim at her. And they fired. She was fast enough, but that didn't avoid one bullet ripping her sleeve and causing a bleeding scratch. When one-to-one combat fails, try distance. So, she did. She took a gun from her jacket and examined it quickly. She still didn't know what impulse made her pick that gun from her father's office before leaving Munich. But she was glad she did.

She held it tightly and shot. The bullet hit one of the guards' abdomen and he crutched, grabbing the wound. She moved quickly and struck with the sword the other guard's gun making it fall from his hand and into the floor.

She smirked. Victory.

She folded her sword and picked the fallen gun, aiming with both at the guards.

She didn't need to shoot. The guard was focused on his partner's well-being.

Until now, everything going smoothly.

She ran until the guards were nowhere to be seen.

"This can't be this easy" Gabri just thought

Lots of footsteps were heard "We're surrounded!" Guards shouted across the corridor.

When they came into view, she shot until the gun was empty. None of them had managed to grab their weapon on time. Quite a few bullets hit their legs. With the other gun, she hit one guard's head, leaving him unconscious. She jumped over him.

Still too easy for her liking.

"Either Valenhoff has horrible and pathetic security or this is a trap" the Bavarian gave the current situation a thought.

Most guards were joining the campal battle of the gardens, meaning the palace was getting totally empty.

The young woman entered into a room. The smell of tobacco poured from the walls. A couch was facing the window.

"It stinks" she muttered.

"I'm sorry to disagree, youngling" a manly voice sounded. An elegant human figure emerged from the couch and turned around.

And Gabrielle suddenly was facing Grand Duke Arek Valenhoff of Brandemburg smoking.

He smirked evilly. Gabri's body trembled. It was a damn trap.

Before she could move, two guards were pointing at her with bayonets.

"Scheiße, scheiße, putain scheiße" she cursed

"Well, young Grand Princess, be an obedient and good lady and no harm will come to you" the Grand Duke smiled "I would rather have your fate decided by Her Supreme Majesty's loyal judges in a not-so-fair trial"

"Supreme Majesty!?" Simply thinking about the Empress' title made her blood boil.

"And I would rather have you surrender. Your guards are practically outnumbered out there. You have no chance" A voice said and suddenly, a gun was being pointed at the Grand Duke's back "So, I would advise you to let my sister go and be a good prisoner and no harm will come to you" The voice mimicked the Grand Duke's previous statement in a theatrening way.

Gabri didn't have to make any move to see and identify a black-haired man in his mid-twenties as the holder of the gun and the owner of the voice.

"Thomas?"

Well, I've just taken a while to write a bit more. I can say inspiration came back to me (having the casualty of studying WWI and Russian revolution for History) but... I have this wonderful *irony* History exam with one question of 5/10 so I need to concentrate on that. When I have it done, I'll try my best to update. Thank you for reading!

Update (30/8/2016): I'll try to be writing these next days before going to the uni. I have revised the whole story and made some changes. I'd recommend a little re-reading :D

Update (7/8/2016): I'VE FINALLY ENDED THIS CHAPTER. Seeing the note at the end of this chapter made me wonder how much time had passed... Too much. I'll try to update more regularly this time. Even though, I don't guarantee anything. Thank you for reading!

Scheiße and Putain are two insults, the first in German and the second in French (Putain is the word with most uses in French according to YouTube)

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