May 13th, 1801. In the Palace of Versailles. At Napoleon's office.
Napoleon was reading a letter from General Saint-Cyr, informing him of the development in the region. The last time he heard about Saint-Cyr was when the General informed him that the Kingdom of Portugal had rejected the terms of surrender, continuing the war.
Now in the letter, he smiled delightedly as he confirmed that the Kingdom of Portugal had signed a peace treaty, the Treaty of Ribeira, ending the war between the Republic of France and the Kingdom of Portugal.
"Yes!" He exclaimed, pumping up his fist, unable to contain his excitement.
In the middle of his celebration, a person entered. It was Beaumont.
Beaumont is confused as to why the First Consul of France is pacing back and forth giddily but nevertheless, he has something to inform him.
"Your Excellency," Beaumont called.
"Yes?" Napoleon halted.
