The search for the new camp begins.
Bonaparte helps you get on his horse, but it seems like you have gotten the hang of it!
You decide to sit on the horse in a peculiar way.
Sitting in front of Napoleon but, instead of showing him your back, you decide to show him your front.
The small army, around you both, is staring, but you don't notice it; just Bonaparte does.
You two face each other, and, after you give him a smile, you rest your head on his chest and hug him.
Wrapping your legs around his waist shows how needy you can be, and he seems to like it.
Giving him a peck on the neck, you close your eyes and whisper: "I'm ready~"
His face doesn't change, he's displaying a serious one to impress his army.
But he doesn't seem to be able to hide his rosy cheeks, being warmer by the second because of you.
After commanding his army to advance, he tells them that he'll stay at the back.
His mind is concerned about disturbing you if the horse gallops too fast, and so, he stays behind just so his horse, Blanc, doesn't make too many sudden movements.
The sunset meets the army with a beautiful view but a cold wind.
As it's getting cold, you shiver a bit and you grab Bonaparte tightly.
He notices this and, without asking you if you're cold, he takes his greatcoat off and puts it on you.
Your back is fully covered but he makes sure to tuck you in more.
The left arm of the Emperor makes its way to cuddle you, and pulls you closer to him; just so his body warms yours.
Tiny drops of water are felt on your hair.
The clouds are gently crying.
Napoleon takes off his hat and places it on your head.
It's quite funny; if any person from afar spotted you two like this, they would mistake you, Y/N, for the Emperor.
His heart beats to the rhythm of the rain, slowly dropping on your back and occasionally making its way to your cheek.
He starts to shiver a bit. Noticing this, you ask him if he wants the greatcoat back.
He refuses and says he's fine.
But still being concern that he might get a cold, you offer him a deal; to split the greatcoat.
You two, inside his greatcoat.
After telling you a thousand times that he's fine, he finally gives in to your proposition.
And so, you rotate on the horse. Now showing him your back and pressing it against his chest.
Giving him his greatcoat back, he puts it on and pulls you closer to him.
It...seems to work! And it seems like it's way cozier this way.
Buttoning up his greatcoat, he touches your chest but apologizes right after.
It's incredible how warm and big his greatcoat is; His arms are the ones on the sleeves, as he needs them outside to control Blanc's reins.
You are still wearing his hat, sideways; like he does.
This makes it difficult for him to kiss you on your cheek, but that doesn't discourage him.
He decides to kiss you on the back of your neck.
Quickly falling asleep from all the love provided to you; your body naturally falls back.
Bonaparte's torso is there, preventing you from falling off the horse.
Your vision begins to fade while the Emperor of the French cuddles you once more with his arm.
Ah...to fall asleep while the rain is kissing you, Napoleon warming you, and the sunset greeting you...
A few hours pass by and the camp is finally spotted in the distance.
You are still deeply sleeping and Bonaparte doesn't wake you up either; he's letting you rest.
Soldiers and marshals are already in the area but the only tent available is the Emperors. The other ones are still being set up.
Bonaparte slowly unbuttons his greatcoat; then, he gets off his horse and takes you with him, carrying you in his arms like a bride.
He goes inside his tent and gently places you on his bed.
Then, he signals someone to get some food ready and place it near the bed; just so if you wake up hungry, there will be something ready for you to eat.
Doing his best to cover you with the soft sheets, he also takes his hat off your head and places it on the floor, so you can be more comfortable.
Brushing your hair away so he can see your beautiful face better, he leans in and kisses you gently; applying almost no pressure on your lips to make sure you aren't disturbed.
It's no longer raining, but the cold night is still haunting the air with its freezing breath.
Bonaparte still decides to go outside to take a look around the camp; inspecting it and making sure everything is ready or almost ready, at least.
A few minutes after checking on things, he encounters a marshal who tells him that someone is coming to greet him soon.
Napoleon is confused, he's not expecting anyone. He asks who it is but the marshal refuses to answer this, as it was told to him to make it a secret.
The man tells him, however, that it's a good visit. One that he's been waiting for a long time...
This information makes Bonaparte's thoughts race each other; Who could it be?
A loud carriage arrives minutes later.
This noise wakes you up.
You start rubbing your eyes and yawning; you are still pretty sleepy but you make an extra effort to get out of bed.
You also start to look around while doing so; it seems like we've arrived, you think to yourself.
There is a small candle next to the tent's exit, you grab it so you can see your surroundings better.
The sound of the carriage is getting closer by the second, so you peek outside of the tent to see what's happening.
Spotting Bonaparte standing still next to a campfire, you also notice his army surrounding him.
The carriage is soon spotted too; you see two figures coming out of it; one man and one woman.
At first, you are having difficulty seeing their faces but as soon as they step closer to the campfire, that Napoleon is next to, their faces become clearer to you.
It's Lucien!...and...? You don't recognize the woman next to him; could this be the Austrian archduchess he is supposed to marry?
Napoleon: "J- Josephine?!" He exclaims excitedly.
Napoleon: "Que fais-tu ici?" (What are you doing here?) He gets closer to her and grabs her hands.
It's her.
The one he used to write love letters to; his true love.
That's a good question... What is she doing here? you whisper to yourself.
She quickly removes her hands from his and hides them behind her back.
Josephine: "What do you mean by that? Aren't you happy I came with your brother?"
Napoleon: "Bien sûr que je le suis." (Of course I am.) Bonaparte greets his brother with a wave.
Napoleon: "I just... I was not expecting you. A camp like this is no place for a woman like you."
Josephine: "That's true... I also don't plan to sleep here, unless it's necessary."
Napoleon: "It is only necessary if you want it to be necessary, Josephine."
Josephine: "What about you? Do you want it to be necessary?"
Bonaparte pauses and looks at the beautiful moon, hiding under the cloudy sky.
Your heart starts to beat faster, anxiety is consuming your soul; waiting for his response to that question.
Josephine, on the other hand, seems very calm and confident; as if she already knows the answer.
After looking at the moon, he focuses on her eyes and puts his hands behind his back.
Slowly moving towards her, he says-
Napoleon: "Non." (No.)
Napoleon: "I don't have any spare tents for you, unless you want to sleep on my brother's tent."
Josephine: "What about your tent?"
Napoleon: "I already have someone there."
Josephine: "Fine. Is it still occupied tomorrow?"
Napoleon: "Oui." (Yes.) "It will be occupied every day. Well... as long as she wants to occupy it."
Josephine: "She...?"
Josephine looks around, trying to find Bonaparte's tent.
You notice this and so you stop peeking for a second; you place the candle on the floor too so she can't see your shadow through the cloth.
She starts to approach the tent, perhaps wanting to see who was in it.
But Bonaparte stopped her by grabbing her by the arm.
Napoleon: "This doesn't matter to you, Josephine."
Napoleon: "Now, stop wasting my time and decide if you want to stay in Lucien's tent or leave."
The thought of Napoleon aggressively telling her this, made you fall in love with his manliness and sexy accent.
Josephine decides to stay. It seems like she REALLY wants to see you in person.
You hear her walking away, and you take this opportunity to peek outside the tent one last time.
Bonaparte is seen, now sitting on a chair and resting his left leg on a table close to him.
His eyes are closed, perhaps letting his thoughts consume him.
He soon opens them and looks at his tent, spotting you.
You decide to just go back to bed, so you turn around and lay on it.
Grabbing the sheets and tucking yourself in, while looking at the tent's entrance, you question yourself if Napoleon will enter the tent.
And he sure does.
Coming into the tent, he starts to speak to you.
Napoleon: "Y/N...are you not sleepy anymore, chéri?" (darling?)
Y/N: "I am. I just woke up from the noise made by the carriage and decided to look outside."
Napoleon: "Je comprends." (I understand.)
Napoleon: "I am sorry about... Josephine."
Y/N: "It's okay... I know you used to love her very much."
Napoleon: "I did, oui." (yes.) "But now, you are the woman I love, Y/N."
Y/N: "Awww, Nappy~"
You wrap your arms around his neck and you pull his face towards yours.
You kiss him and he begins to lose himself.
His body naturally moves to be on top of you, and you put the sheets covering you to the side.
The boots covering his feet are removed, his greatcoat too, and then the whole uniform.
Then, he grabs the sheets and covers you and himself with them.
The smell of citrus fills your nostrils, his cologne is irresistible.
He breaks the kiss, only to start kissing you on your neck.
You wrap your legs around him and he uses his hands to grab your legs.
Napoleon: "Y/N, you make me crazy."
Napoleon: "You are so beautiful, kind, and sexy."
Napoleon: "How can a woman like you exist in such a world?"
Napoleon: "How, when I met you, were you not taken by then?"
Y/N: "Oh...shut up~"
Y/N: "You are so sweet to me, Nappy~"
A yawn leaves your mouth.
He asks you if he can keep kissing your neck until you fall asleep.
You nod at him and blush.
Your vision soon starts to get blurry, and so you close your eyes.
Your last thoughts were: Could he leave me for Josephine? Or will he stay with me? With someone who is poor and can only give him love?
His last thoughts were: Oh... Y/N... Don't worry about Josephine... It is I who has to worry about the men who look at you and plan to take such a kind and beautiful woman away from me.