Disclaimer: There is a lot of violence in this chapter. You may skip it if you are sensitive.

It is currently 1:30 pm and the Prussian and British Armies have set up their new camp on a large grassy plain that is surrounded by nothing except large hills. Meanwhile, in the Prussian camp, Lawrence is sitting on a log staring at the time on his pocket watch. Suddenly he hears someone approaching him.

Lawrence looks up and he sees Benedict Fraser staring at him with a slight smile on his face. Benedict Fraser starts speaking in a cheerful voice.

Benedict Fraser: What are you thinking about Lieutenant?
Lawrence: Capturing a French Eagle sir.
Benedict Fraser: I wouldn't expect that from someone like you Lawrence. Although I would expect it from your brother. That boy is a glory seeking fool.
Lawrence: I have my reasons, sir.
Benedict Fraser: What would they be?
Lawrence: Improve my reputation perhaps.
Benedict Fraser: It seems that you have a good reputation with the Prussians. They like you, Lieutenant.

Lawrence: I don't mean my reputation with the Prussians. I mean with the British Army sir. I'm also trying to stay in Wellington's good graces.
Benedict Fraser: I wouldn't suggest upsetting Lord Wellington right now. He is trying to sort out the situation with his brother General Henry Wellesley. That General is probably the most disrespectful one I have ever seen.
Lawrence: I didn't know that Lord Wellington had a brother.
Benedict Fraser: I sort of knew about his brothers. Because one of them is in the Government and the other is an Earl. Then it seems there is this man who is causing Wellington trouble. I would also suggest staying away from the General it appears he is a bit of a bastard.
Lawrence: Thank you for telling me about that sir.

Benedict Fraser: I shall be off Lieutenant. Also, good luck capturing your French Eagle.
Lawrence: Yes sir. Thank you, sir.

Benedict Fraser calmly strolls off and suddenly Frederick walks up to Lawrence. Frederick starts speaking in a calm and slightly serious voice.

Frederick: Are you honestly planning on doing that?
Lawrence: Yes Your Majesty.
Frederick: You are just like your father.
Lawrence: You know about my father?
Frederick: I knew him...We were close friends.
Lawrence: Could you please tell me about him? Well, at least what you know about him?
Frederick: Perhaps another time Lawrence. I need to go do my duties.
Lawrence: When will that time be Your Majesty?
Frederick: I don't know Lawrence...But I will tell you when I can.

Frederick calmly walks off and Lawrence quietly sighs to himself.

*Lawrence in thought*

How does His Majesty know about my father?

Why can't he just tell me?

Why didn't he just tell me while we were at the palace?

I just want to know about my father...

I have been waiting 15 years to know about my father...

I just want the truth...

That's all I want.

Meanwhile, near the British camp, Wellington is sitting under a tree. Grabbing his pocket watch out of his pocket and gently opening it he stares at the picture of Kitty. Wellington starts speaking in a calm and peaceful voice.

Wellington: I promise that I will return to you...You will not lose me. I love you.

A couple of minutes later Lord Uxbridge calmly walks over. Lord Uxbridge starts speaking in a calm but serious voice.

Lord Uxbridge: Sir I just found out some important information.
Wellington: Well what is it Uxbridge?
Lord Uxbridge: It seems that somewhere near here the French are storing some gunpowder.
Wellington: Well what do you think we should do with it?
Lord Uxbridge: I was thinking about blowing it up sir...
Wellington: I will have a think about your decision Uxbridge.
Lord Uxbridge: Yes sir thank you, sir.

Lord Uxbridge calmly strolls off back to the camp. Wellington feels some tears gently streaming down his face.

*Wellington in thought*

I just want this war to end...

I want to be with my wife and children.

I need her affection...

I feel sad and lost.

I wish she was here...

But war is no place for a woman.

I want her to stay safe.

I want her to stay in London.

I don't want her to come out here.

Her safety is important to me.

I don't know what I would do if I lost her...

A couple of minutes later Henry Wellesley walks over and glares at Wellington. Henry Wellesley starts speaking in an irritated tone.

Henry Wellesley: Whiny petty pathetic bastard. Getting your brother flogged. Just like your so called scum of the earth. Is that what you really call the common soldiers.
Wellington: You don't know what it's like leading an army full of many drunk bastards and thieving scoundrels. Now go have your lunch or something or go do your bloody duties!
Henry Wellesley: I heard about the French powder magazine. Let me go blow it up.
Wellington: Absolutely not! Your orders are to go do your duties which might I add are not involving explosives! Now go I need to think in peace.

Henry Wellesley: And cry about your wife. Stop being a child, Arthur.
Wellington: Henry go do your duties...
Henry Wellesley: At least you have a wife!

Henry Wellesley angrily marches off. Wellington quietly sighs to himself out of frustration. Then he gently wipes his tears away. A few minutes later Voltaire cheerfully walks up to Wellington.

Wellington awkwardly stares at Voltaire out of confusion. Wellington starts speaking in a confused tone.

Wellington: Why are you here? I thought that you preferred to stay away from the British camp.
Voltaire: I just thought that it was odd that you were far away from your camp Your Grace.
Wellington: It's not odd...
Voltaire: I can tell that you are upset. I'm not foolish I can tell when someone is upset.
Wellington: Why would a poet like you care about me?
Voltaire: Because I'm a kind person and I don't wish to harm or kill anyone. I care about people.

Wellington: It's just that my brother hates me...I also miss my wife dearly.
Voltaire: I understand what it's like to be hated by family. My father hated me and my sister hates me too. My brother was rarely in my life. My mother was the only one who loved me.
Wellington: I'm sorry about that...
Voltaire: I hope that you can try to repair your relationship with your brother...
Wellington: I'm doubtful...I feel like it's too late for that. It's been broken ever since he lost his wife. I shouldn't have left him alone...

Tears start forming in Wellington's eyes. Voltaire sits down next to Wellington and gently puts his hand on Wellington's shoulder. Voltaire starts speaking in a soft and soothing voice.

Voltaire: Your blaming yourself...Don't do that it.
Wellington: This whole situation is my fault I have created a mess that can't be fixed!
Voltaire: It's not your fault...
Wellington: This is all because of my stupidity!
Voltaire: You are not stupid...
Wellington: I knew that he needed me and I left him!
Voltaire: Stop blaming yourself.

Voltaire quietly sighs to himself and then he starts speaking in a calm voice.

Voltaire: What will make you happy?
Wellington: Seeing my wife and children...
Voltaire: You love her a lot don't you.
Wellington: I want to see her...But I also want her to be safe. If I lost her I don't know what I would do. I would probably be broken.
Voltaire: I know someone who use to feel that way. I would also be upset if I lost the one I love.
Wellington: I wish I could see her...
Voltaire: You will once this war is over. You will return to the one you love and you shall be with your family once more.

Wellington: Your right...
Voltaire: I guess I should return to the Prussian camp. Remember don't keep blaming yourself it's not your fault.
Wellington: Yes.

Voltaire calmly strolls off back to the Prussian camp. Meanwhile 350 yards away on a large hilltop. Damian Barker along with another man with short blonde hair that has a fringe that covers one of the man's icy blue eyes. They are both lying down on the ground overlooking the landscape.

The other man also is carrying a small leather backpack. He is also using a spyglass and is looking down at a small hill that has an opening that is guarded by 10 French soldiers.

Damian Barker starts speaking in a calm but serious voice.

Damian Barker: How many French bastards are there Sherkov?
Sherkov Danilovich: Ten French bastards and I think one of them is a Captain.
Damian Barker: I like those odds. I guess it's time to blow this place to kingdom come.
Sherkov Danilovich: This will be for my father that those scum killed!
Damian Barker: I'm just here to enjoy the fun and do the British a favour.
Sherkov Danilovich: You doing a favour for the Brits. I thought you hated them?

Damian Barker: I still hate them. But I will do this favour for them since well we get the chance to kill some Frenchies.
Sherkov Danilovich: Captain is mine...Then I will blow this place sky high.
Damian Barker: Alright.

Damian Barker grabs his rifle and quickly gets up off the ground. Then he immediately shoots one of the Frenchmen guarding the entrance to the gunpowder magazine in the head.

Sherkov Danilovich gets up off the ground and grabs his two pistols out of his holsters. Sherkov smirks at Damian Barker and he starts speaking serious and slightly mischievous tone.

Sherkov Danilovich: Let's go kill these bastards!

Sherkov and Damian begin quickly running down the hill. Shooting at the French as they get closer to the entrance to the gunpowder magazine.

Suddenly Damian throws the French Captain off his horse and Sherkov shoots the Captain in the head. Then Sherkov takes the man's sword and puts it on his belt.

Then another French soldier tries to kill Damian with a bayonet. but Sherkov quickly shoots the man in the head. A couple of minutes later Sherkov kills the last man with the sabre he took from the French Captain.

Sherkov starts speaking in a calm and slightly pleasant voice.

Sherkov Danilovich: I'm keeping this sabre. The man can keep his bloody helmet though. I would prefer to wear the uniform of my Motherland.
Damian Barker: Why did you not join the Army then?
Sherkov Danilovich: You know me I don't like being ordered around. I prefer to do things my way. Those ways mostly involve me killing French bastards and blowing up their bloody stuff.
Damian Barker: Speaking of that shouldn't you be doing that?
Sherkov Danilovich: Yes and don't worry I will make the fuse longer this time so we don't have to worry about almost getting ourselves killed.

Damian Barker: How long will you make the fuse?
Sherkov Danilovich: 10 minutes should do. But I still suggest running away just in case I cut it too short.

Sherkov instantly runs into the entrance of the gunpowder magazine and starts preparing the fuse. A few minutes later Sherkov quickly comes out.

Sherkov starts speaking in an excited and slightly nervous tone.

Sherkov Danilovich: Go go it's lit!

Sherkov and Damian begin running away from the gunpowder magazine out of excitement and slight nervousness.

A few minutes later in the British camp, Wellington is taking a peaceful nap under the tree. Suddenly he is awoken by a thunderous roar. Then Lord Uxbridge hastily runs up to him. Wellington starts speaking in a slightly confused and concerned tone.

Wellington: The devil was that?
Lord Uxbridge: Don't know sir possibly the French gunpowder magazine blowing up.
Wellington: I didn't order it to be blown up...Who blew it up Uxbridge?
Lord Uxbridge: I don't know sir.
Wellington: Well, I guess it's dealt with...But I'm still wondering who did it.
Lord Uxbridge: Anyway sir do you want lunch?
Wellington: I would prefer to rest Uxbridge...I'm tired and I need to rest.
Lord Uxbridge: Sir...

Wellington: What Uxbridge?
Lord Uxbridge: You have barely eaten anything in almost 2 days and I'm concerned.
Wellington: I'm fine.
Lord Uxbridge: You are not fine sir and I am not afraid to feed you like a child.
Wellington: I will not allow you to do that! Jesus Christ, I can feed myself!
Lord Uxbridge: Go eat some food then sir.

Suddenly Winston Carrington runs over to Wellington. Winston Carrington starts speaking in a calm and serious voice.

Winston Carrington: My Lord the scouts have found something.
Wellington: Well what did they find Lieutenant General Carrington?
Winston Carrington: They found the ones who blew up the French gunpowder magazine.
Wellington: How many of them are there?
Winston Carrington: Two men.
Wellington: Two?
Winston Carrington: Yes sir and it seems they killed ten Frenchmen by themselves, sir.

Wellington: Are these two men soldiers?
Winston Carrington: No according to my scouts the men told them that they are mercenaries. One is an American and the other is a Russian.
Wellington: I know the American he and I met a few days ago.
Winston Carrington: I see. So what should we do with them, sir?
Wellington: Bring them to me I wish to speak with them.
Winston Carrington: Yes sir.

Winston Carrington calmly and quickly marches off. Lord Uxbridge quietly sighs to himself out of frustration. Wellington awkwardly stares at Uxbridge. Then Wellington starts speaking in a slightly confused tone.

Wellington: What's wrong Uxbridge?
Lord Uxbridge: Can we really trust these mercenaries?
Wellington: Well, it seems that they both hate the French and probably want them dead.
Lord Uxbridge: Yes but one of them is an American. And Americans despise the British. Especially after the recent incident in 1812. I'm fine with the Russian because we are allies with the Russians. But I don't trust the American.
Wellington: I understand that Uxbridge...But it would be good if he was on our side.
Lord Uxbridge: Yes but he better not do anything funny. If you know what I mean.
Wellington: I know what you mean.
Lord Uxbridge: If he does he shall be killed.

Wellington: He and the Russian are related. If you kill one of them the other will most certainly turn on us.
Lord Uxbridge: Your right sir...
Wellington: Also stop worrying Uxbridge I'm fine...Go do your duties.
Lord Uxbridge: Yes sir.

Lord Uxbridge walks off still feeling concerned about Wellington. A few minutes later Winston Carrington, Damian Barker and Sherkov Danilovich walk up to Wellington. Wellington starts speaking in a calm and serious voice.

Wellington: Lieutenant General Carrington you may go back to your duties now.
Winston Carrington: Yes sir.

Winston Carrington calmly marches off. Damian Barker goes to speak but Sherkov interrupts him.

Sherkov Danilovich: So this is the Brit you were talking about Damian? The Brit you possibly wanted to kill.
Damian Barker: Yes Sherkov. I haven't killed a Brit in a while besides I also hate the Frenchies.
Sherkov Danilovich: They are murdering bastards who murdered my father. I took a Captain's sword today and I shall take an Eagle back to Russia to place it on my father's grave.
Damian Barker: Always trying to get yourself killed even without blowing things up.
Sherkov Danilovich: Well I ain't dead yet. Surprisingly. I have cut many fuses short and I'm still not dead.

Wellington starts speaking in a curious tone.

Wellington: You know about explosives?
Sherkov Danilovich: Yes, I do and I have blown many things up. Mostly French gunpowder magazines. Or French forts. I also know how to make small explosives. Quite effective when throwing them into the French forts.
Wellington: Having explosives for the upcoming battle could be useful.
Sherkov Danilovich: What do we get out of this?
Wellington: Well you will get your French Eagle to take back to Russia.
Sherkov Danilovich: What do you want out of this Damian my dear cousin.

Damian Barker: Death to the French. And possibly the helmet of a French Cuirassier and his sword.
Wellington: I'm sure that you will get that. Now promise me that you won't cause any trouble while travelling with us.
Damian Barker: We won't sir, I promise you that. I have learnt to not cause trouble. I will also make sure Sherkov doesn't cause trouble.
Sherkov Danilovich: I won't cause trouble...Don't worry sir, I promise you that I won't blow anything up close to the camp. But if you do need anything to be blown up just ask me. I will gladly blow something up.
Wellington: Alright. You may go find a spare tent in the British camp. Also, be careful when going into the Prussian camp there is a certain Prussian who doesn't like Russians that much and possibly would kill you.

Sherkov Danilovich: I see...
Wellington: You will be safe in our camp. Now go find somewhere to sleep.

Sherkov and Damian happily stroll off to the British camp. A few hours later it is now 9:35 pm. Wellington is peacefully writing out some of his work. Lord Uxbridge suddenly enters the tent and stares at Wellington with concern.

As he notices the bowl of soup sitting on Wellington's desk has gone cold and none of it has been eaten. Lord Uxbridge quietly sighs to himself and goes to leave the tent. But Wellington notices him and he starts speaking in a confused voice.

Wellington: Evening Uxbridge why are you here?
Lord Uxbridge: No reason...
Wellington: Not many people enter my tent without a reason.
Lord Uxbridge: Just coming to make sure you are alright.
Wellington: I'm fine I need to get my work done. Now, please go back to your duties if you have nothing important to tell me.
Lord Uxbridge: Yes sir.

Lord Uxbridge awkwardly leaves the tent and walks a little further away. Then he starts awkwardly whistling to himself.

*Lord Uxbridge in thought*

He needs to eat something...

For Christ's sake, I'm not going to let him starve himself over something that isn't his fault!

But how am I going to make a man who seems to prefer to eat cold meat and bread for almost every meal, not starve himself?

I'm not going to force him to eat like a child. But I'm not going to let him starve himself either.

I don't know what to do...

What can I do?

Honestly, this whole situation is awful and General Henry Wellesley is being a God damn bastard.

I guess I should go do my duties and also try and think of something to stop Sir Arthur from starving himself.

A couple of hours later Wellington is lying in bed staring at the top of his tent which is blowing in the calm and gentle breeze. Slowly closing his eyes and ignoring the pain and emptiness in his stomach he enters his fantasies.

He notices that lying in something comfortable and warm. Upon opening his eyes he notices that he is at home and that it's early in the morning and the sun has just risen.

Suddenly the door gently creaks open and Kitty enters the room with a smile on her face. She then starts speaking in a cheerful voice.

Kitty: Good morning Arthur.
Wellington: Morning Kitty.

Kitty happily walks over to the bed and sits down next to Wellington. Kitty then starts passionately kissing Wellington on the lips.

But suddenly an ear splitting boom rings out followed by screams and gunfire. Wellington quickly breaks the kiss and nervously stares at Kitty. Then he starts speaking in a calm voice that has a slight hint of nervousness to it.

Wellington: Stay here Kitty.
Kitty: Arthur please we need to leave. I'm not leaving without you.
Wellington: No you are not leaving. I want you to be safe Kitty. You need to stay here with the kids.

Wellington promptly gets out of bed and puts on his shiny black boots. Then he grabs his sabre from the corner of the room and puts it on his belt. He then grabs his light grey coat from the hanger and puts it on and hastily does the buttons up.

Walking over to the bedside draws he gently opens the top one and grabs his pistol and puts it on his belt. Calmly exiting his bedroom and strolling down the hallway and the creaky wooden stairs. He quickly walks over to the door and opens it.

Walking outside he hears screaming, cannon fire and gunfire. Gently closing the door he begins anxiously running down the street. Eventually getting to the docks he notices a large French fleet in the harbour.

Suddenly a cannonball strikes nearby the force of the cannonball striking the ground knocks Wellington off his feet. He then hears a familiar voice and looks up and notices Henry Wellesley glaring at him.

But Henry Wellesley isn't wearing his British uniform instead he is wearing a French uniform.

Henry Wellesley: I'm glad I left you. You bastard I honestly couldn't stand being under your command anymore after what you did!

Wellington gets up and dusts off his uniform and he starts speaking in a voice full of disbelief.

Wellington: You really went to join an army full of the same people you use to kill. Would you really serve under a tyrant who wants to take over the world?
Henry Wellesley: Better than my bastard of a brother who no longer cares about me! You left me when I needed you most!
Wellington: I had to Henry and I'm sorry!
Henry Wellesley: Sorry doesn't cut it anymore Arthur! You are the one who broke us apart!

Suddenly Wellington hears a concerned and upset voice behind him.

Kitty: Don't you dare hurt my husband!
Wellington: Kitty stay out of this go somewhere safe!
Henry Wellesley: You stupid woman a battlefield is no place for you!
Wellington: Don't insult my wife!
Kitty: You traitorous bastard!
Wellington: Kitty go somewhere safe please I don't want you to get hurt!

Henry Wellesley takes his pistol off his belt and aims it at Kitty. Wellington notices this and he starts speaking in an anxious tone.

Wellington: Henry, please...Don't hurt my wife. This is just between you and me. Kitty is not a part of this!
Henry Wellesley: You don't know how it feels to lose the one most dear to you.
Wellington: Henry lower your gun and spare Kitty...She is not a part of this!
Henry Wellesley: I want you to feel my pain brother! I want you to know how I felt!
Wellington: Henry no!

Henry Wellesley suddenly shoots Kitty in the chest killing her instantly. Wellington turns around and runs over to Kitty. Kneeling down beside her Wellington begins crying a lot out of rage and sadness. Wellington then begins yelling out of rage and sadness.

Wellington: Why Henry!?
Henry Wellesley: You deserve to suffer.
Wellington: I thought that this situation was between you and me!
Henry Wellesley: Oh it was but I wanted to see you suffer.
Wellington: Kitty did nothing wrong!
Henry Wellesley: I wanted you to feel my pain! Now let's finish this then.

Henry Wellesley draws his sabre and Wellington gets up and walks back over to where Henry is. Then he draws his sabre. Henry smirks a little bit noticing how upset Wellington is. Henry Wellesley starts speaking in a snarky voice.

Henry Wellesley: Your such a weak and scared bastard.
Wellington: I don't want to kill you Henry you are my brother.
Henry Wellesley: We aren't brothers anymore Arthur. I honestly hate you. You never truly cared about me after I lost my wife!
Wellington: Henry...

Henry Wellesley suddenly runs at Wellington and violently swings his sabre. But Wellington barely blocks it. Then Henry Wellesley kicks Wellington backwards almost causing him to lose his balance.

Wellington starts speaking in an anxious tone.

Wellington: Henry please I don't want to kill you!
Henry Wellesley: Why not! Are you too scared!?
Wellington: Because you are my brother...
Henry Wellesley: I hate you! I always will hate you!

Henry Wellesley then runs at Wellington again. He violently swings it again and Wellington tries to block it. But he couldn't and Henry slices him across the chest immediately killing him.

Wellington immediately wakes up feeling his heart pounding hard in his chest. Along with sweat running down his face. He also notices that his hands are trembling a lot.

Grabbing his pocket watch out of his pocket with a very shaky hand. Gently opening it he notices that it's 3:45 am. Putting his pocket watch back in his pocket Wellington then takes a deep and calming breath and regains his composure.

Gently closing his eyes Wellington enters a deep and peaceful sleep.

To be Continued...