After lunch, you spend some hours, by yourself, walking inside the Palace.
Getting bored of its decorations by now, you change your attention to the garden just outside of it.
No matter what's covered in gold or diamonds, you still prefer nature.
Hearing its wind, whispering in your ear; the sun greeting you with its warmth; the sky smiling at you in its blue color.
You decide to head inside to take a bath; asking the servants if there were any clothes you could use afterwards, they reply by saying that they have a gown that could fit you,
but you tell them that you'd prefer to wear more comfortable clothing.
The servants notice the clothes you are wearing and, noticing it's the Emperor's, they offer you some of his clothes.
Entering the bathroom, you prepare yourself for your bath, and the servants leave the fresh clothes, along with three towels, next to the door.
Undressing now, and looking at the mirror standing on the wall of the bathroom, you see a beautiful woman.
Her beautiful body; her gorgeous eyes, doubting if the figure that stands in front of her is really her; her hair, wild as always.
It really is you.
A beautiful and kind woman, smiling softly.
Your finger touches the water, to see if it's not too cold, or too hot;
Discovering that its temperature is perfect, you dip now your whole body into it.
This relaxing feeling hits you, the same one you got when you fell asleep next to Napoleon, the first time you met him.
You don't plan on staying for too long on the bathtub, however.
The Palace doors can be heard, opening and closing themselves violently.
You decide to end your relaxing moment.
Looking at the three towels, you take just one of them.
Drying yourself with it, your skin thanks you for the bath.
You begin to dress up; they were kind enough to put shoes next to the clothes but naive enough to know that you won't wear them.
Nothing new, it's a soft high collar shirt and trousers; except this time, the shirt was salmon-colored.
Not even tucking the shirt into the trousers, you also fold the collar of the shirt, as it's too high for your neck.
Water is dripping from your hair to your shoulders and back.
So, you decide to wrap the towel on your hair.
Finally ready, you decide to investigate the sound you heard, not so long ago, coming from the Palace's entrance.
Taking quiet steps, and looking around the corner of the wall to take a peak, you see no one.
Therefore, you ask one of the guards, that stands close to the doors, if someone came into the Palace.
They answer that it was Bonaparte who came in.
This was strange because he didn't come to look for you when he came in.
Perhaps things were still heated between him and his brother, you think.
You asked where he was, and the guard responds to this question by saying he was in his study.
Deciding to look for him, the guard notices this and warns you that it's best to leave him; he looks rather tired, they said.
Appreciating his warning, you still go in search of him.
While at it, you notice that Nicolas is nowhere to be found.
Maybe he left when Bonaparte entered.
Sad, you didn't get the chance to say goodbye, but hopefully, you'll meet him later or tomorrow.
You reach Bonaparte's study.
First, you put your ear close to the door; Your hearing searches for a sign of life, but there is none.
You take the towel off your head and place it in a nearby chair.
Knocking on the door, you say-
Y/N: "Nappy, can I come in?"
His response is delayed, but, surely, it reaches you-
Napoleon: "Oui, entrez." (Yes, come in.) You hear his voice with a husky tone attached to it.
Coming into his study, you notice him.
He looks handsome, and, as the guard previously stated, a bit tired.
His hair is a bit messy; his cuffs unbuttoned; His eyes desperately asking for you and some rest.
Locking his eyes on you, he notices the clothes you are wearing.
This makes him smile, as if it makes him happy that you wear his clothing.
Napoleon: "You can come inside, Y/N. Close the door behind you, s'il vous plaît." (please.)
Doing so, you say-
Y/N: "You look so tired. May I ask what happened after you left?"
Napoleon: "I spoke to my brother and then had some important business to attend to."
Y/N: "I see...Would you care to share how things went with your brother?"
Napoleon: "Bien sûr..." (Of course...)
Napoleon: "He really wants me to marry this other woman. I have other plans in mind."
He puts down the object he's holding in his left hand, in the table behind him.
He slowly walks towards you.
Taking his right hand out of his vest, he holds you by your waist with it.
His left hand travels from your right cheek to your chin, holding it.
He tilts his head to the right and gives you a kiss, but soon breaks it to continue talking.
Napoleon: "I want to marry you instead, Y/N."
After hearing these words, it's you who begins to kiss him.
Grabbing Bonaparte by his vest, you pull him closer to you.
Your other hand stays on the back of his head, also applying pressure so he doesn't break the kiss.
At first, he is surprised by your violent urge to kiss him, but soon he loses himself.
He fights you in a battle for dominance;
His right hand stays in your waist and his left moves to your back.
It's him now applying the pressure.
He kisses you wildly and gently at the same time.
Losing the battle, you decide to surrender into his arms.
His lips become softer and he stops being so aggressive.
You feel his hands suddenly changing positions.
He now grabs your legs and lifts you up.
Now he is slightly looking up while kissing you.
Your hands focus only on his face, placing each hand in each cheek.
Quickly after this, a knock on the door is soon heard.
Bonaparte breaks the kiss and looks over at you.
Napoleon: "Mon Dieu..." (My God...) "We are always interrupted, aren't we?"
You start laughing-
Y/N: "Of course we are! People just can't help but want your attention. I don't blame them."
He smiles at you and says out loud-
Napoleon: "N'entre pas encore!" (Don't enter yet!)
The voice responds to him-
?: "Bien sûr, mon Empereur!" (Of course, my Emperor!)
?: "J'attendrai patiemment." (I'll wait patiently.)
He gently places you down and before opening the door, he kisses you once more; this time on your neck.
Opening it, Nicolas was revealed to be the mysterious voice.
It seems like he never left the Palace in the first place.
He looks worried, however.
Napoleon: "Ah...Nicolas. What a good reason to interrupt me while I am in my study." He says with a sarcastic tone.
Nicolas: "Pardon, Napoleon." He says in French.
Nicolas: "It's extremely important. We must move to the nearest camp as soon as possible, sir."
Napoleon: "Is movement already being made by the enemy?"
Nicolas: "It seems so, sir."
Napoleon: "Meet me outside, I will prepare for the trip." He looks over at you and corrects himself.
Napoleon: "We! We will prepare for the upcoming trip." He boops you on the nose. You smile.
Nicolas leaves the room.
Bonaparte gently grabs your hand and hurries you both into the bedroom.
While giving orders to the servants, in what he wants to bring with him so it can be packed, he looks your way and tells you that you can bring something from the Palace with you as well.
Perhaps it's best to bring something, as a souvenir, that is.
But you already have it; His love letter to you.
Waiting for him to get ready, you decide to wait for him outside the Palace.
As you were about to leave, you take one last look at the place.
Remembering the moments you had with Napoleon here, makes you tear up a bit.
You finally leave and the big doors close behind you.
You walk further away from the Palace, reaching some soldiers, marshals, Nicolas included, and horses. No sign of Lucien.
A few more minutes go by and Bonaparte comes out, accompanied by guards.
He greets every single soldier and marshal.
Putting his hat and greatcoat on himself, he mounts Blanc.
You admire him; A few moments ago, he seemed restless, and here he is, ready to move with his army.
Looking down at you, he extends his hand and exclaims Nicolas' name.
You grab his hand, and Nicolas assists you, once more, getting on top of Blanc.
This time, you sit behind Bonaparte.
Holding him tight, pressing your chest against his back.
His left hands moves towards your leg and lets it stay there.
Before commanding his horse, and his army, to leave the Palace, he makes sure to tell you something.
Napoleon: "Y/N... My eyes and ears will be all yours. I will make sure you are safe and happy with me at the camp... Je t'aime." (I love you.)
And so, the horses leave the place.
Blanc starts to gallop, carrying an Emperor and a beautiful woman blushing, while the wind gently kisses her hair.