January 18th, 1805

The sound of birds chirping filled your ears as you sat inside the barracks near the city of Marseille, enjoying the peace and quiet. However, being part of the Grande Armée, you seldom had time to truly appreciate the beauty of Southern France's coastline. Your moment of tranquility was interrupted by the sound of a horse-drawn carriage approaching. Quickly grabbing your musket and slinging it over your shoulder, you joined the others in the barracks, heading out to see what the commotion was about

Upon reaching the main area of the small base, you immediately recognized the visitor: Richelieu, the empress of the Iris Libre herself. Her presence was a complete mystery to you, but you stood at attention, not wanting to incur the wrath of your commander. Richelieu's eyes scanned the gathered soldiers, seemingly searching for someone.

Finally, her gaze settled on you. With a gloved hand, she pointed directly at you and spoke in a commanding tone. "You... come here."