Late in the evening at the Palace of Versailles, Napoleon stood by the window, awaiting his wife's arrival. Five minutes later, he spotted the carriage entering the palace grounds.
As Napoleon reached the entrance, he could hear the clattering of hooves and the carriage coming to a halt outside. The door swung open, and there she was—Ciela, stepping out of the carriage with grace.
"Welcome back, my dear," Napoleon said with a warm smile, offering his hand to help her down. Ciela took his hand, and they exchanged a tender look.
"Oh my, I didn't expect you would come out of your office to greet me," Ciela said with a hint of surprise, her voice carrying affection. It was true as usually it was Ciela who would come by his office and tell him that she was back.
"Why is it illegal?" Napoleon asked.
"I didn't say anything, dummy," Ciela pouted.
"Right…how was your day my love?" Napoleon inquired as they entered the palace.
