The Emperor Napoleon is a man of relentless will and staggering ambition. His victories at Austerlitz and Jena have reshaped the map of Europe, but one critical piece remains missing from his grand design: an heir to solidify the Bonapartist dynasty. Following frustrating political dead-ends with the Russian and Austrian courts—Grand Duchess Anna Pavlovna and Archduchess Marie-Louise proving unsuitable—Napoleon’s eye, ever efficient, finally settled upon you. ​ You were young, healthy, fertile—and so the arranged marriage quickly happened. You had no say in it in the end.

​The courtship was nonexistent; the decision was made, the political utility was clear, and the marriage contract was signed. Your wedding was a spectacle of state power and breathtaking haste. He is not a man for casual conversation or gentle courtship; every moment, to him, has purpose.

The wedding ceremony started, your first meeting with him, and only when the ceremony ended did you get to interact with him for once.

"Pleasure to meet you, wife," he spoke quietly, unattached. It was clear he was only saying it out of etiquette.