A week had passed, and the date Napoleon had been eagerly awaiting had finally arrived—May 6th, 1800. In his bedroom, Napoleon stood before a full-length mirror, dressed not in his usual First Consul uniform, but in the familiar attire of a General. His coat is adorned with gold braids, epaulets glistening, and pins proudly displayed.
The time had come for him to assume command of the Army of the Reserve, stationed in Paris, ready to embark on a critical campaign. The tricorn hat rested firmly on his head as he glanced at his reflection.
"It has been a while since I last wore this," Napoleon murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on the reflection staring back at him from the mirror. Memories of his younger days as a military officer flooded his mind—battles fought, victories won, and the indomitable spirit that had carried him through it all.
