Ally "I believe you." Agron closed his eyes, moved. "I will wait for that day."

Sophie blinked at Agron's earnestness and joy, and her heart was filled with relief.

For a moment she did not know what to say, but looked quietly at Agron.

"Aigron, when a man has hope, he can overcome all difficulties, and your present situation is not particularly bad, so there is no reason to be discouraged." After a pause, she reached out her hand and patted Agron on the cheek. "Well, go home and rest. You must be tired today."

Her intimacy was so intimate that even Agron was touched.

Unfortunately, he was not destined to listen to the other side's words, because he had no way to wait.

This magnificent cage must not be a home for one's own.

After bidding farewell to Princess Sophie, Agron retraced his steps to his quarters in the palace.

Even as a prisoner, his life was not so much in debt as that of the rest of the royal family.

The room was heavily carpeted, and the walls were hung with gilt sconces and hung with purple and gold patterned drapery. On the inside there was a fireplace with large decorative paintings on either side of the walls, and beside the benches were upholstered velvet vases from Saxony, decorated with flowers.

In general, the room was furnished with the grace of the court, except for the lack of real warmth.

This was the place where he had grown up in his new life, but however comfortable it might be, it was only a superior prison to him.

It was early summer and the room temperature was high, so he opened the window, sat down on a bench and picked up a book.

Soon afterwards, however, there was a knock on the door.

"May I come in, Your Highness?" The voice of his guardian, Count von Dietrichstein, came from outside the room.

"Please come in." Agron laid the book on a cushion beside him.

The door opened quickly, and the count came in with a soft step and seated himself opposite Agron.

"Your Highness, the Prince has just found me." As soon as he sat down, he came straight to the point. "He's a little upset about your tough treatment of him."

"That was not my intention." "I just turned him down. I guess I had the right. Have I?"

"Your Highness's arrangement has been well thought out, and may not be very attractive, but it is certainly quite appropriate to your present situation --" The Count evaded Aigron's rhetorical question, as if trying to persuade him. "So I think you had better reconsider."

"So, no matter how I answer, I'm going to have to comply with all his plans for me in the end?" Agron sneered. "Then why bother asking my opinion? Take me directly to wherever his Royal Highness wishes."

His mockery made the count look rather complicated, at the same time helpless and sad.

After a moment's silence the count spoke again.

"My Lord, I have been by your side for seven years." Monitoring by the count looked at his young, solemnly said, "most people's life but in seventy, I have already put one over ten life on your side, in the seven years I have been to take care of you, please believe that I am not to let it all into a joke but do so - although this is compulsory at the beginning, But I wish you, more than anyone, a generally happy life. So, your Royal Highness, I beseech you to put aside your emotions and reflect on what I am about to say."

Having spoken honestly from my heart,''It's true that men of your age hate being dictated to and ordered from above, but on a practical point of view it would be very beneficial for you to be in the army, wouldn't it? Your father is dead, but his name still lives on, especially among the soldiers, even among the British, so if you follow in his footsteps, wouldn't it be the best way to meet people's expectations? If you had shown your talents and accumulated your reputation in the military, your situation would have been very different."

Then the count looked at Agron again, his eyes full of sincerity.

He was suggesting that his students might one day be able to use their prestige in the military to escape the chains, and that was as far as he could go from his position.

To be fair, his words were very reasonable and persuasive, but the boy who knew the fate of the Roman king had no expectation of it at all.

In the original history, he entered the army according to the will of the Austrian royal family, received rigorous military training, but finally got nothing more than an honorary title, did not command any troops; Moreover, Metternich was determined not to give him any opportunity to demonstrate his military capabilities

In 1830, with the outbreak of the French revolution of July, revolution again across Europe, Poland and Italy became the center of the storm, and the king of Rome resolutely request rate for tomorrow's own troops to protect the mother's parma, metternich flatly rejected his suggestion, however, that the king of Rome indignation unceasingly, after two years as barracks of pulmonary tuberculosis with depression.

If he had joined the Austrian army with the hope of "following in his father's glorious footsteps," nothing but despair awaited him.

So it was a road he was determined not to take.

But in his current position, if he wants to fight, it's not all about hard tops. It's about strategy.

Unfortunately, he now has so little leverage that it is not easy to use strategy.

'Sir, since you are talking to me about feelings, I confess that I do believe you do, so let's be honest too. Answer me, do you really believe that the Prime Minister would be pleased to see me in authority anywhere?" Agron sighed. "Frankly, I don't believe it."

The count was speechless. He tried to say something comforting, but could not do it under the young man's eyes.

"His Royal Highness is in his fifties, and you are in your teens." In the end, he could only whisper further hints. "Time is on your side, and as long as you continue to do what you are doing, eventually the chains will loosen."

"You talk as if he were the only one in Austria who would try to turn against me!" Aiglon shook his head in utter disbelief. "I may have a title, but does anyone really think I'm Austrian? Yes, I'm The Duke of Leichstedt, but that damn place is in Bohemia! I may not be able to go once in my life... Obviously, I'm just a titleless beggar living in this court, and there's not a crown in Europe that MATTERS to me any more -- that's not just his Highness's idea, is it not? So what does it matter how hard I try?"

The count's face grew more embarrassed at Aigron's questioning, and he knew that what he was saying was true.

"But the Prince will be very angry if you continue to defy his Highness's arrangements." In the end, he was powerless to articulate the terrible consequences of continued confrontation.

'And what will he do when he gets angry? Send me to some desert island, too? On what charge? The sin of disrespecting Metternich?" "I don't remember anyone calling me a criminal, do I?"

'Of course he wouldn't! "But he will punish you in every way, and we will be punished too."

"In other words, he won't do anything to me if I offend him because I'm useful, but he'll let you take the brunt of his anger, right?" Agron continued to sneer. "He threatened me with you?"

"Perhaps I have overestimated the value of the rest of us in your heart, but you may be sure, My Lord, that Metternich has many ways of making your situation far more difficult than it is now." "For my part," replied the count, "following you would not give me much of a record, and I could enjoy the rest of my life if I were banished; but what about you? What will you do then? If I had been there, at least I could have taken some of the burden off you."

Agron was speechless for a moment.

It was not that he had nothing to say, but that these words were sincere, and he could not bear to hurt him with any bitter words.

Although the Austrian emperor sent over the people, but after all is to take care of their own for so many years, if said no feelings that certainly not.

"Well, if you say so, I'll think about it, and if I have to, I'll give him my word." After a moment's thought, Agron nodded and said yes.

"But I'm not going to let Metternich get his way so easily. I'm going to hold on, whatever it takes, even if it's just to annoy him. You have to help me a little more, and I'm going to bow down until the last moment to show him that I'm not his slave."

"Must it be capricious for once?" The count looked at him awkwardly.

Agron nodded again.

The count blinked. The prince's threat and his long association with Aigron had made him hesitate to make up his mind.

"Are you sure you'll follow your instructions in the end?" 'he asked at last, carefully.

"I cannot afford to lose your care, so I will, Sir." Agron's eyes answered earnestly.

He didn't want to, of course, but he didn't mind trying to reassure them verbally.

In the circumstances in which he was now living, "how to tell a lie in the most sincere manner" had always been a requirement of the court, and though he was young, he was at least somewhat ripe for it.

"Well... In that case, I'll do my best to intercede for you..." The count sighed and made up his mind. "Perhaps with a little more persistence his Royal Highness might change his mind at last."

Agron knew that this was the best the count could do, and that he was not much better off than he was.

"Thank you, Sir. I won't embarrass you again." He gave his assurance again.

Just as the conversation was over, an officer of the suite knocked at the door and entered.

With a perfect smile, he bowed respectfully to the little prince.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor invites you to dinner."