You wake up.

The sunlight is hitting the window of the bedroom, travels through the curtains, and kisses you on your forehead.

It's not the only thing that is kissing you.

Napoleon is already fully awake but remains in the bed, warming you and admiring you occasionally.

After noticing you rubbing your eyes,

Napoleon kisses your cheek and says: "Bonjour, madame!" (Good morning, madam!)

While saying good morning and kissing him back, you spot some papers near the small table you ate at last night.

You think it's probably paperwork he's been doing while waiting for you to wake up.

Now with your eye vision less blurry, you can appreciate him more.

His hair is all over the place, just like yours.

His eyes not sleepy at all, it seems like he's been awake for more than an hour.

You start feeling his soft hand rubbing your leg.

And so, you start rubbing his chest.

The warmth of the bodies, feeling each other, caressing each other; gave you more reasons to not want to get out of bed.

Bonaparte, however, had business to attend to later today, and he had promised you that he would show you the rest of the Palace.

Napoleon: "Y/N, I'm enjoying learning about you and being with you..."

You stay silent. Just waiting for another phrase to escape the beautiful lips of this man standing before you.

Napoleon: "I am going to get dressed. I have something else to show you besides the Palace." He gets up but makes sure to tuck you in.

You still couldn't get your eyes off of his naked body, and so you cover your face again.

He tells you that there's no need to do that, he's comfortable around you and doesn't mind you staring at him.

After this, you proceed to uncover your face; revealing your pretty rose cheeks.

While putting on a shirt and his trousers, he asks for the servants' assistance to help him get fully ready and so leaves you alone in the bedroom.

This allows you to look around a bit more, exploring this new way of living you haven't seen but heard of before.

You decide to get out of bed, dress up, and take care of yourself, mostly take care of your hair.

All ready and curious, you begin to look around the bedroom.

Every time you look at a certain object, you feel you don't belong in a Palace.

Be it a chandelier, a canopy bed, a fireplace; even the chairs.

You keep looking at something, and then looking at the mirror in the wall, above the fireplace, and something just doesn't fit.

You don't fit.

A few days ago, you were sleeping in a barn, with nothing to eat or drink, and here you are now.

In an enormous Palace, with the Emperor!

You love Napoleon, but you don't like this at all.

His status is the thing that most bothers you; why must he be THE Emperor of the French?

Could he not be just a General or even a regular soldier? A poor soul just like you, you could've perhaps met each other while you two were trying to find a new place to spend the night in.

You want the man, not his title.

Looking through the window you spot the garden.

You start thinking that this garden could've been a place for you to spend the night if you haven't met Napoleon.

Even if the Palace doors were wide open, you'd still choose to stay outside; hearing the birds; feeling the sun, the rain, and the wind;

Do you love him enough to stay?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door.

It's Bonaparte.

He asks you if he can come inside and you respond to him that he can.

You see him now fully dressed, with his greatcoat too, and displaying a serious face.

Napoleon: "I have something important to tell you." Bonaparte comes in and grabs one of the papers on the small table.

Napoleon: "The morning I spoke to my brother, Lucien, about you... I also wrote you some letters, but never delivered them."

Napoleon: "It is because I can be a bit...timide...when it comes to women I care about." (...shy...) "And I cared about you the moment I saw you near one of my camps, asking for food."

Napoleon: "Let me read you a letter I wrote that morning." He looks down at the paper he had picked up.

He begins to read out loud.

"

I am not sure why I write to you because no one will deliver this, and perhaps tomorrow you'll be gone.

I don't want you to be gone; You are the constant object of my thoughts;

I exhaust my imagination in thinking of what could make you stay.

If I see you unhappy, my heart will be torn; If I see you happy, your smile and posture will captivate me; making me forget the sad moments of the battles I've been fighting.

You see, I am not easy to satisfy; but, my dear, I cannot hide for much longer the feelings I have for you.

I feel, in fact, that your natural kindness of heart exists for me; and I want it to be only for me. I want you all for me.

I know I sound arrogant, and perhaps I am, but it is what I want.

May my good genius, which has always preserved me in the midst of great dangers, surround you, enfold you, while I will face my fate unguarded.

May your soul be free from worries, as your body from illness.

And accept a thousand and one kisses from me, the ones I am trying to control and keep away from you.

"

Finishing the letter, he looks up to you and seeks a response to it.

You were so mesmerized by the things he said, that your thoughts couldn't function properly.

But you couldn't stay silent, you'd need to express yourself using more than words.

So, you jumped on top of him and began to kiss him, first a long kiss on his lips, and then a couple more around his face and neck.

He grabs your legs, so you don't fall, and chuckles at your way of expressing yourself.

The eye contact made by both of you made the time itself stop.

He says: "I am happy you liked it so much, Y/N."

Napoleon: "Here, keep the letter and save it near your heart." You take the letter from his hands. "I will write to you many more letters!"

Napoleon: "Now come, let's explore the Palace."

While walking with him through the different rooms, you think a lot about him.

In fact, you don't really focus on your expedition, you're still thinking about the letter he wrote you.

Y/N: "Nappy~, I was thinking about staying in the Palace..." Napoleon stops in place to hear you.

Y/N: "I'll be staying here as long as you are with me, but if you are going away, on your battles or campaigns, I want to go with you." You take a long pause.

Y/N: "I don't belong here without you... I know you'll leave the Palace to join your army again on the battlefield... Can I go with you?"

Napoleon: "Bien sûr que non, Y/N!" (Of course not, Y/N!) "It is very dangerous, I cannot bring you with me like that."

Y/N: "But I-"

He interrupts you.

Napoleon: "What if you become ill, chéri? I would never forgive myself."

Y/N: "Please! I am used to be outdoors a lot, I can take care of myself."

This time, it's Napoleon who takes a long pause.

He starts pacing around the room, with both of his hands behind his back.

The sound of his boots going from a place to another in mere seconds makes you very anxious.

However, he stops after a few minutes.

Napoleon asks you: "Let's say we are together in the camp, the enemy ambushes us and there is no time to place you on my horse. Can you ride one on your own?"

You're anxious to respond.

Y/N: "No... But I can be taught. I am a fast learner I promise!"

A long sigh escapes Napoleon's mouth and after a long pause, he says: "D'accord...D'accord... You can come with me." (Okay...Okay...)

While you began to jump in joy and giggle, he says in a serious tone-

Napoleon: "But you MUST promise me you will be careful! I will be very angry at you if you get hurt, compris?" (understood?)

Y/N: "Yes! Yes! I promise!" You start kissing and hugging him.

Bonaparte is now called by one of the guards near the room we were in, telling him that important people have arrived at the Palace.

Being a curious cat, as always, you go with Napoleon to see these important people in person.

It's Lucien and Nicolas! along with some other marshals and generals, but those two capture your attention.

Nicolas seems to be hurt on his right arm but is talking to everyone like nothing's wrong.

Napoleon hugs his brother and starts talking to him.

The thought of going with him, to these battles, seem more like an adventure than a risk to you.

Perhaps this kind and naive heart of yours controls you more than you think.

But how bad can that be?