It was a routine for him to lock himself in his office to think about possible future strategies. He shut himself up, alone and with his thoughts, with a map to plan strategies in favor of the French conquests.

The only thing that kept him alive was the fact that you broke into his routine.

He lifted his head from the map when you opened the door. He saw you there, his beloved wife.

"My beloved lady." A smile curved his lips. "Where are our children?"

After all, he was father and husband.