Not An Order
Austria, July 1st 1803
11:07 AM
Lukas was then left alone in his room. His sigh after the door was closed was immediately followed by a few moments of silence.
Lukas just stayed there, sitting on his bed while resting his head on both his hands. He seemed to be pondering.
He was showing a slight frown while staring at the floor. He seemed quite reluctant to simply stand up and go talk to his father.
Finally, Lukas sighed once again, and let his body fall over the bed. '...Damn it! Why does it have to be me to take the initiative? It's not me who wants to be mad at my father. He's the one who wants to be mad at me,' he thought.
Lukas just let himself stay on the bed for a few more seconds before sighing in defeat. 'I guess I'll at least try. Freida is prolly right, there's no need for me to go to war while mad at my father. Not to mention the marriage,' he thought.