January 1st, 1804.
It was the first day of the New Year. Normally, it should be like any other New Year's Day, but this is different.
Eight o'clock in the morning. Inside the Palace of Versailles, the intermittent roars of the cannons have roused Napoleon from his sleep. He lifted his upper body and yawned.
The door of his bedroom opened with Ciela entering inside, and walking over to his side.
"Darling, it's the signal. You have to wake up," Ciela said, shaking him.
Napoleon rubbed his eyes, his sleep-fogged mind gradually clearing.
"Today is our day, darling," Ciela said excitedly. "Today we will become the Emperor and Empress of France!"
"Ahh—it is today huh?" Napoleon said softly.
"What's with that boring reaction?" Ciela pouted.
