It was seven forty-five in the evening, and Napoleon was bidding farewell to the chateau's staff.
"It seems that everyone is accounted for," Napoleon commented as he made his way to the foyer where he found Ciela and his two children that were inside a stroller.
"Darling…" Ciela walked forward and embraced tightly. "I'm going to miss you.."
"I'm going to miss you too," Napoleon whispered back. He planted a gentle kiss on Ciela's forehead, savoring the moment of intimacy before reluctantly pulling away.
"I promise to return as soon as I can," Napoleon reassured her with a tone of sincerity.
"And be safe okay?" Ciela looked him in the eye.
Napoleon's gaze met Ciela's, and he saw the worry etched in her eyes. He reached out to cup her face with his hands. "I will."
