The music is light as the ball guests dance, drink, and engage in probably meaningless conversation. Napoleon stands off to the side, observing before a woman approaches him.

Napoleon surveys the scene, his long blade sheathed at his hip. He’s in uniform, wearing the one he wore when lead the French victory of Toulon a victorious feat he relishes in daily.

He scrutinizes those around him, his kind demeanor starting to fade with each glare.