The faint sun of that evening was already illuminating the vast and prosperous lands of the British Empire, which at that time in every way were being hit by considerable external attacks by the opposing armies.
That moment was a very delicate moment, especially for the members of the Hannover family, who, being the main ones to have unleashed the hell in which the nation found itself, were the first to lose from that situation.
For years the popular revolutions had begun to destabilise the tyrannical monarchy of the ruling family and apparently the other aristocratic families had not benefited much from the situation.
But despite everything, there was part of that family that was simply subjected to their name and did not have much to do with the revolt.
This wing of the family were Ernest Hannover's remaining children: the twins Leonhard and Marten Hannover, who after unfortunately losing their older brother were at least stubborn to save their family's name, before the limelight could lead to a extermination of their House.
They had presented themselves at the castle, without any permission, neither from their father, who for bureaucratic reasons had had to return to govern in Northern Germany, nor from their mother, who had fallen in a vortex of depression that was getting worse day by day after John's death.
Yes, Lady Beatrice Hayes recently refused to get out of bed, she wanted to be alone in the darkness of the room, refused to see her husband or her two other children, ate little or nothing and cried often, all night sometimes.
It was true, for a year their mother still had not been able to overcome the grief of her firstborn and it was almost as if her will to live had diminished after everything that had happened.
Leonhard and Marten were just twenty at the time, this meant that they were young, inexperienced and that more than a plan, in their minds they were only hungry for revenge and it was perhaps for that reason that the twins had come to court to take back what was rightfully theirs: power.
Precisely for that reason perhaps the princess had let the two enter the court without problems, because for her it certainly would not have been a problem to take care of two "children" by herself.
Isabelle, as always, kept her faithful "attack weapon" hidden and always ready for use if the two cousins had to decide to warm up the situation.
-How did you come up with the idea of responding to the attack on Scotland and popular attacks? You let the guards shoot civilians! Have you lost your mind? In this way you are only tarnishing our name even more...- protested Leonhard aggressively pointing his finger at the lady.
The words that the young man spoke were sincere and heartfelt, it was as if at last the young Hannover could vent all the frustration and fear accumulated in his heart and in his mind on her.
Leonhard was not afraid to stay there, not as long as his brother stood beside him, or even better explained, behind him, and observed, with his big brown eyes, the face of the princess in front of them.
Her face: sweet, angelic, magnificent, their eyes were lost in the long and golden hair of the young woman, in their enchanting perfume and in her magnificent beauty.
She did not seem worried at all by the accusations of the two boys and indeed the fact that the two were shouting at her did not seem to disturb her at all, on the contrary, on one side it seemed strangely to make her smile.
Of course, she didn't care what others said to her, she never did, regardless of whether the advice was good or bad.
She looked at herself in the mirror, she blushed slightly, she too, seeing her perfect appearance was always impressed how a being could be as graceful as her, because this was her main weapon: her beauty.
-Do you know, dear cousins, what is being said about our family?- asked the princess, slowly placing her big eyes towards the two cousins, making her long and magnificent eyelashes shine under the last rays of the sun of the day -it is said that we are demons, that we only know sin but it is fear that speaks from their mouths and this is my merit and that of our ancestors, if even after all these years our family is still so powerful and respected…-.
The brothers' big brown eyes widened at the same time and in the same way, leaving their identical appearance looking even more similar.
Isabelle had a point, on the other hand the Hannovers had never been a simple and kind family, each of them, starting from the first to the last of the sovereigns, had reigned with an iron fist over the nation without ever getting too many problems about what the people really thought.
But there was another way, there had to be, they were sure, but they also knew with certainty that they could not simply take power.
-It doesn't matter to be powerful when others hate you, Isabelle! There may be another way! There has always been, even with John, our brother, there would have been another way...- Marten tried to explain by taking a couple of steps further towards his brother.
Unlike his twin, he tried to be more delicate, calm, diplomatic, he did not like to be as instinctive as Leonhard, and perhaps that was also an aspect that differentiated him from the twin to which he was often compared.
Leonhard was the older of the two for ten minutes and had inherited the character of their mother: emotional, confident, almost wild when it came to protecting someone they loved, Marten had the same temperament of his father: more calm and thoughtful, as well as diplomat.
-John had fallen in love with me, this is what sentenced him to death, there was nothing more for him to do...- explained the young woman slowly finishing perfecting the red on her soft lips -you will wonder why, well...the answer is simple, because I am addicted to adrenaline and sin...- admitted the young woman pulling out of the dresser of her woody and precious bedside table a rather small pistol with a smooth wooden handle.
-Most likely you are wrong Isabelle! Because demons like you belong to hell and right there you will end up burning for eternity...- Leonhard in turn removed from the precious leather sheath, attached to his belt, hidden under his jacket a fine pistol, almost of the same workmanship.
He was ready to stain his soul with this sin, of murder, on the other hand that was nothing compared to the sweet revenge they aspired to, revenge, on behalf of their brother on behalf of their mother, who because of that diabolical woman had fallen into malaise and depression.
The princess smiled faintly.
She seemed not to be afraid of them, on the other hand little was known to her cousins of the fact that in effect she was not as lonely and vulnerable as they thought, not so much as to be able to overwhelm her.
So from her soft red lips a whistle came out, which rang in the rest of the walls, so much so as to warn the person who at that moment was waiting for the entrance from the back door and who made the two boys jump on their own feet and that made them begin to tremble completely.
-C...Connor Jones, you? What are you doing here?- asked one of the twins in a stammering voice, leading cautiously and slowly towards the back.
Obviously, Leonhard and Marten were also aware of the fact that the charming man who showed up in that room was their cousin, the illegitimate son of Georg Hannover, they were also aware of the brutal cruelty of man.
They could read his madness from his small blue eyes, from his cautious, astute and attentive gaze and also noticed in him a maniacal care, from his combed and neat impeccable golden hair, typical of the family.
Connor wore white gloves of fine fabric and held a silver dagger in one of his hands, he observed the two young men, smiled seeing their eyes full of fear, played with the pointed blade of the dagger.
-Well, well, Leonhard and Marten Hannover, my dear cousins, pleasant to conduct this familiar meeting to say the least "full and singular"- admitted the man, briefly letting fall and grasping the dagger handle with agility.
If not enough of Isabelle, the brothers were certainly afraid of Lord Jones, of him they were truly terrified, they knew how many faults that man had stained himself, rumours circulated, since his adolescence.
Connor had always protected himself from the killers sent from House Hannover to kill that simple bastard, wanting to avoid complications in the line of succession, he had killed and fought assassins in cold blood for fifteen years and it was rumoured that the young boy had even locked up and tortured them for days before conceding them death.
Leonhard could no longer even hold his aim steady with fear, his sweaty hands were shaking.
Perhaps that was the effect Connor hoped for, how this terror of the boy had given him on the other side of the room time to grab the young Marten and squeeze his neck in his arms, blocking his breath.
The man observed the reddened face of the boy without breath, slowly passed the pointed blade of the dagger back and forth over his throat, without yet wanting to hurt him considerably.
Connor smiled almost eerie as he watched the young lord slowly die and lose more and more oxygen.
-You are really adorable when you die, your reddened eyes, your face full of fear, these are the moments that make my life full...-.
Leonhard had to make a difficult decision: he wanted to save his twin more than anything in the world, he knew that from such a death he could never recover and would only damage his parents more.
On the other hand, if he shifted his aim from Isabelle he risked being shot by her, so he decided to do the safest but cowardly thing at that moment: surrender.
His hair was all ruffled, his brown eyes watered with tears.
-I beg you! On my life, let go of my brother, please! I beg you! And never again will you hear about us…-.
The two sovereigns looked into each other's eyes shortly, it was Connor who took orders from Isabelle, he realised it, it was understandable that she had granted an amnesty to his brother, but he also knew, from that moment on, that he had to disappear from there.
-Okay then...it will not be your day Marten today, but be very careful a second time to how you act, remember, we are demons and this also means that we do things our own way...-.