I was walking towards the dining room as we were having a meeting about the routes or the hypothesis about the weapons. I knew that Rosalie was going to be there so I was apprehensive about how was I going to react to her. She loves me and I love her but this had to be very secretive as we enter the real world together. I wouldn't be the man she would want to hold hands with since I'll be in war, more close to near death. I wasn't sure if I'll ever be a man that has a wife, a child, be a grandparent, or have immortality, if possible. I knew I was going to die here in England as a man that follows an unreasonable ruler or a be a man that is with the French, the right side but die because that I would be a prisoner since I'm British.
I entered the living room as Royce and Rosalie were sitting down waiting for the Colonel Watson that was recently in France for a negotiation between England and France and the two lieutenants, Harry and Florence. I heard from the new press that it was unsuccessful negotiation but they never told me why, so I'll find out when Watson arrives.
"Good to see again, General McCarty." Royce smiled. I gave a simple nod as I sat across from them.
"What are the suggestions about the weaponry?" I asked. If we were going to win, we needed strong bullets or shields.
"Our best blacksmiths have made thousands of swords and guns perfect for the war. We declared with France that if they loose, French will be our slaves and if they win, they would have to choose a person from the army to work for them as a prisoner. They were fascinated about you, General." Royce frowned.
Rosalie had her jaw a little opened but Royce didn't notice. I saw it from the corner of my eyes so she didn't see me noticing it. I had nothing else to say but luckily the silence ended when Watson, Harry and Florence entered the dinning room.
"Royce!" Watson shook hands with Royce and Rosalie. "The king of France was furious with our negotiation so he wants more war now."
"Do you understand why?" I stood up from my chair so everyone can see me. "King Napoleon III has been very generous with us British. Your despite against the French in general, Royce, has turned against us no reason but hatred with the fact that you can't speak the language. I say, we end this war over hatred and focus on the people that might die of incidence. I hate this war because of the positions it going to affect us even though there wasn't any justice in the beginning. Royce, as a friend and a life time fighter, we need to compromise with the French before more of the population of England goes to sewers. You'll have no army left if we fight. And if little children die of this war, you're live in guilt and hatred for the rest of your bloody life!"
"How dare you oppose your own people? You're speaking for the French!" Royce was protesting.
"I'm speaking for my people, not opposing. You think everyone wants to fight in this war? You're absurd, our people want to live, not to die because of one man's hatred. If you hate the French, fight them on your own; don't involve people to fight for you! This is-"
"I had enough! McCarty, for treason against British, I inform you to be hanged by the neck until death!"
"No!" Rosalie stood up. "Royce, if you hang him, you're going hang me because I completely agree with him! I don't want hear widows crying over their dead husbands and I'm sure you don't want that impact on you!"
"Then take him to the French! Guards, seize him!" the guards ran to me as they took me by the arms. Royce walked up to me to punch me on the face. "This is for speaking without cause. Take him away!"
The guards took me outside but I was facing backwards as they were taking me to the docks to be sent to the French. I saw Rosalie running after me. Why she running after me?
"Guards, halt for minute!" She requested. They nodded as she went to my ear to whisper something. "I love you, don't forget that. I'll find you in France, whatever it takes. I'll write to you as long as you reply. I love you."
The guards were taking me away. I mouth the words "I love you" to her as tears were falling rapidly down her cheeks. They took me far away from the castle that I couldn't see her anymore. I hope I don't die in France. I don't want to give her hopes up or mine.