[1740 War of Austrian Succession] 'She wanted peace,' Roderich thinks to himself as he stands watching the sun bleed into morning beyond the trees. He holds his head high, all pride and fierce determination. -
- 'She wanted peace!' His mind screams and he swallows thickly as tears slide down his cheeks, hands trembling though his fingers kept fast around the rapier at his side. Now that she had fallen, they would-
-surely come. Like moths to a flame; like starving wolves after a weakened sheep. Let them come... He'd failed, and so he would meet them with guns ablaze. For her. For Austria.
( Maria Theresa's attempt at peace with Frederick goes ignored. )
