Reincarnated as Napoleon

Four o'clock in the afternoon. At the Palace of Versailles Main Hall.

Francis was walking down the hallway, wearing a casual attire that consisted of a finely tailored, yet understated navy blue jacket over a crisp white shirt, paired with comfortable beige trousers. His steps were unhurried, reflecting the relaxed nature of the day ahead. He had chosen a simple, leather-banded watch and brown leather shoes to complete his ensemble, effortlessly blending elegance with comfort.

As he approached the Main Hall, he could hear the lively chatter and laughter of his siblings. The thought of spending a day without the weight of formal duties lifted his spirits. He pushed open the grand doors, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Daphne, Tristan, and Aveline waiting for him. They were all dressed in similarly casual attire.

"Oh, brother is already here," Tristan, leaning casually against a pillar, wore a loose-fitting shirt and dark trousers, his hair slightly tousled. He raised his hand in a relaxed greeting. 

Daphne, always the most exuberant of the siblings, greeted him. She wore a light summer dress that fluttered around her as she moved, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail. 

"Francis, you made it! I was worried you'd get tied up with something and cancel on us," she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

Aveline stood nearby in a flowing blouse and skirt, her smile warm and welcoming. "Good afternoon, brother." 

"It seemed like I was the only one left, did I make you wait too long?" Francis asked.

"No, you are just in time," Aveline responded. "We were just finalizing our plans for the day."

Francis nodded, his gaze shifting between his siblings. "So, what's on the agenda?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Daphne pulled out a small notebook from her bag. "First, we're going to the theater to catch that new play everyone's been talking about. After that, we'll stroll through some of the local markets. I heard there are some interesting artisans displaying their work today."

Aveline chimed in, "And we've got reservations at that new café by the river for dinner. It's supposed to have an amazing view of the city at night."

Francis smiled. "Sounds interesting. Very well, let's go, our chauffeur might be waiting for us." 

"Chauffeur?" Tristan scoffed softly. "There will be none, I'll be the one driving."

Tristan showed him the keys to the automobile. 

Francis raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. "Since when did you learn how to drive?" 

"I have been practicing at Madrid during my free time as King of Spain," Tristan said, spinning the keys on his finger. "I thought it would be fun to drive ourselves for a change, don't you think so, brother? I mean, since we were kids, we were driven to our destination with a royal chauffeur." 

"I guess you are right about that," Francis said.

"Okay, we better go now or else we might get late, the play is starting soon," Daphne urged them, leading the way out of the Main Hall.

The siblings made their way towards the entrance of the Palace of Versailles, their conversation light and cheerful. As they stepped out into the bright afternoon sun, they were surprised to see their mother, Ciela Bonaparte, the Empress of the French Empire, standing just outside the entrance.

"Mother?" 

The four siblings immediately bowed their heads. It is customary for the imperial prince and princess, even when the two of them are already a monarch of another country, they still see themselves as lower than the Empress of the French Empire. What's more, it's their mother.

Ciela Bonaparte, observing the customary respect, nodded in acknowledgment of their gesture. "Where are you four going?"

"We are heading out together, Mother," Aveline was the first to speak angelically. "Daphne invited us all out and we agreed." 

"And you are wearing casual clothes?" Ciela raised an eyebrow, taking in their attire.

"Yes, Mother," Daphne quickly interjected. "We thought it best to blend in with the crowd. It's less conspicuous that way, and we can enjoy the day without drawing too much attention."

Ciela's gaze softened slightly, understanding their desire for a bit of normalcy. "Very well, but stay vigilant and keep a low profile. Remember, you are still representatives of our family and empire, even in casual clothes. I'm sure you brought Imperial Guards with you?" 

"Yes, they are disguised as civilians," Daphne replied, pointing subtly toward a few inconspicuous individuals standing at a distance. "They're keeping an eye on us without drawing attention."

"That's good to hear," Ciela responded, looking relieved. "Just be careful and enjoy your time together."

"We will, Mother," Francis assured her. "Thank you for understanding."

With a final nod, Ciela Bonaparte turned and walked back into the palace, her elegant figure disappearing into the grandeur of the entrance. The siblings made their way to where the automobile was parked. It was a newer model, sleek and less conspicuous than the royal carriages, ideal for blending in with the city traffic. Daphne and Aveline settled in the back while Francis took the passenger seat next to Tristan. 

"Okay, first destination, the Palais Garnier," Daphne said as she leaned forward from the back seat, looking at Tristan expectantly.

"I know, I know. Sit properly will you," Tristan replied with a light chuckle, adjusting the rearview mirror before pulling out onto the road.

The drive to the Palais Garnier was uneventful, with Tristan navigating through the streets of Paris with ease. The siblings engaged in casual conversation, discussing the latest news from their respective areas of responsibility. 

Upon arriving at the theater, they found a parking spot a short walk away. The Palais Garnier was bustling with activity, but the siblings, dressed casually, managed to blend in with the crowd.

"Four VIP tickets for Romeo and Juliet please!" Daphne said to the receptionist of the ticket booth with a bright smile. She pulled out four 200 francs bills and handed them to the receptionist, who quickly processed the transaction and handed them their tickets.

The siblings made their way to their seats, which offered an excellent view of the stage. Throughout the performance, they were engrossed in the drama unfolding before them. The actors' passionate portrayal of the characters and the stunning stage design made the experience memorable. 

"So sad, to think that both characters are not ending up together…it's a pity," Daphne sniffed as Aveline rubbed her in the back gently. 

"Yeah, but that's what makes it a classic tragedy. I remembered Charlotte and I almost ended up in that situation," Francis shared.

"But it worked out well, right" Daphne looked at Francis, the corner of her eyes filled with tears. 

"Yeah, it was a lucky moment," Francis chuckled. 

"I can't relate. I'm yet to see my future wife. I hope she is as beautiful as a mother when she was younger…" 

"That's weird to hear," Francis gave Tristan a disgusted look. 

"Look, brother, you can't deny it yourself. If you look at a photo of Mother when she was in her twenties, she is really beautiful," Tristan defended his statement. 

"Well, if you can simply look at sister Aveline," Daphne quipped. "She looked like mother when she was in her twenties." 

Tristan looked at Aveline and Aveline smiled beautifully which made Tristan chuckle. "I suppose that's true. Aveline does resemble Mother quite a bit."

"I get that all the time," Aveline said. 

"Well, you'll find one Tristan," Aveline assured. 

"I can't wait," Tristan said. "Because a ruler must have a queen, that is common knowledge in all royal families." 

"Okay, let's go to another destination," Daphne said, interrupting the discussion before it blew into a full discourse.