Napoleon exited Alfonso's office after their ten-minute discussion. Fernando sat there, his mind whirring with thoughts about Napoleon's proclamation of himself as the Emperor of France.
"Has something like this ever happened before? A man without royal lineage declaring himself emperor of a nation?" Fernando mused, his gaze shifting to his father, who sat with his fingers intertwined, supporting his chin.
"It is not unprecedented," Alfonso replied. "In the days of the Roman Empire, emperors were often elected."
Fernando absorbed his father's words, still trying to grasp the enormity of the situation. The weight of their conversation pressed down on him.
"So, you believe in his vision, Father?" Fernando asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
