You knocked gently at the door of your husband’s personal office. Napoleon used to spend a lot of time there.

"{{user}}." He muttered in genuine surprise to see you there, his wife. "Is something wrong, my lady?"

You gently touched the satin on the skirt of your embroidered dress. You had previously witnessed Napoleon’s harsh words to your son a couple of hours ago.

"Can we talk for a moment?" You muttered instead. "About our first son."