Napoleon's eyes fluttered open, and he let out a soft groan.
"Where am I?" he muttered, trying to orient himself.
As his vision cleared, he realized he was in the bedroom of the Palace of Versailles. Memories of the previous evening flooded back, and he recalled the joyous procession through Paris and the warm welcome from the people.
"Oh, you're awake," Ciela said with a playful giggle, looking down at him over her ample bosom affectionately.
Napoleon turned his head to face her. He remembered how she had offered him a lap pillow to rest his head, and he had gladly accepted it. He doesn't know how he fell asleep after that.
"I must have dozed off," he said, trying to gather his thoughts. "Sorry, how long have I been asleep?"
"Just two hours," Ciela said, her fingers gently brushing his cheek.
"Wait…so you're telling me that I dozed off for two hours in your lap?" Napoleon exclaimed with a light chuckle as he rose to sit up next to her. "How is your lap? Did it hurt?"
