Napoleon was giving Charlotte her space, but you were to ask Amelia; she would think he was avoiding her. A week after the rebel soldier tried to hurt Charlotte, Napoleon seemed agitated. Amelia cornered him one night and said, "What in the name of Einstein's ghost is the matter with you?!" Napoleon blinked, looking stunned. Amelia rolled her eyes in exasperation and continued, "Charlotte has been pacing around by her crate since you stopped talking to her, and now she feels she's done something wrong. Last night, I saw her by her crate, sobbing her eyes out because she's confused and even a little angry at you because you won't so much as look at her and if you don't tell me what your problem is, it will be her you'll have to answer to!"

"If you would like to know so badly, then so be it." Napoleon snapped back, "It was my fault." Amelia was now the one who looked shocked.

"What is?"

"It was my fault that Charlotte got hurt, I may not have been the one who struck her but it was one of my men. Therefore; I am as much to blame for the attack as my soldier." Amelia couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"That's not true and I know you know it too. What that soldier did was his decision, not your. Charlotte would never blame you for that attack. It was not your fault." Napoleon's gaze was on the floor, he seemed to have taken everything in; though he remained silent. Finally he looked at Amelia and said,

"A soldier's actions reflect on his commander, every horrible act he does shows what he has learned." Amelia was floored. Napoleon Bonaparte, standing before her with a pained look in his eyes and blaming himself for the actions of another. She shook her head.

"Emperor," Amelia had to choose her words carefully. "What reason does Charlotte have to hate you? It may have been your soldier who stepped the boundaries but you had nothing to do with that man's choice. He disobeyed you, but that isn't your fault. Her opinion of you hasn't changed. You do believe that, don't you?" Napoleon was silent, simply staring at Amelia. She sighed and started to walk away when she heard a very quiet,

"I will try to talk to her tomorrow night, she probably is not in the right mood to see or talk to me tonight." Amelia looked back and nodded.

"I'll tell Charlotte." Napoleon smiled.

"Merci." He said with a small nod and walked away to his crate for dawn would soon be upon them.