Back within the grand walls of the Palace of Versailles, the Bonaparte Imperial Family found themselves reunited at last. Rather than partaking in jubilant celebrations, they collectively chose a moment of serene togetherness, gathering in the sumptuously appointed drawing room of the palace.
Settling into the plush embrace of the luxurious sofas, the atmosphere was filled with a comfortable silence, each member of the family was lost in their own thoughts as they exchanged knowing glances. It was a rare moment of calm, a brief respite from their public duties, and they savored it. However, the silence was not to last, as curiosity and familial bond soon took over.
"So, how was overseeing New France, brother?" Tristan, with his characteristic curiosity and keen interest in the affairs of the empire, was the first to break the silence. His gaze was intent on Francis, eager to hear of his brother's experiences in the distant lands.
