The night had settled upon the city of Paris, its streets bathed in a soft glow that emanated from the electric street lamps lining the boulevards. A gentle mist hung in the air, adding an ethereal quality to the scene as carriages passed by, their wheels gliding silently over the cobbled streets.
One of the carriages that graced the streets was that of Ciela Bonaparte, making its way through the enchanting city. Seated next to her were her children, Aveline and Francis, their heads resting gently on her shoulders as they gazed out at the illuminated cityscape passing by.
Seated across Ciela was Talleyrand, who watched her and her children with genuine warmth in his eyes. The flickering light from the electric street lamps cast a soft glow on his face, accentuating the lines that etched his distinguished countenance. He observed the tender bond between Ciela and her children, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
