"Your Excellency... that idea is—" Talleyrand began, his voice hesitant, but before he could express his concerns about Napoleon's colonial ambitions in North America, the door to the office swung open, and in walked Ciela, Napoleon's wife.
"Ah, Talleyrand?" Ciela greeted, tilting her head curiously as she looked at the two men.
"Madame Bonaparte," Talleyrand acknowledged with a respectful nod, his eyes briefly meeting Napoleon's before returning to Ciela.
There was a hint of disappointment in Ciela's gaze as she turned to her husband. "Darling, I thought you promised me yesterday that you are going to spend Christmas with us? And that there'd be no talking about business matters on this special day."
Napoleon's expression softened as he stood up from his desk, walking over to greet his wife.
