In the Palace of Versailles, the hands of the clock pointed to half-past six in the evening. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through Napoleon's office, Beaumont, entered Napoleon's office and respectfully announced the arrival of the Minister of Police.
Napoleon, fully absorbed in the task of rewriting a crucial document, looked up from his work to see Fouche, the Minister of Police, making his way towards the desk.
"Your Excellency," Fouche called out as he approached.
Acknowledging the minister's presence, Napoleon set the document he was working on aside and steepled his fingers, his piercing gaze locking onto Fouche.
"Ah, Fouche," Napoleon greeted with a hint of intrigue in his voice. "Have you come here and told me that you successfully arrested those royalists?"
Fouche nodded solemnly. "Yes, Your Excellency. They are being detained currently at the Square du Temple."
