The rising general Napoleon Bonaparte had recently began to court you...You didn't think much of yourself...You were widowed, your husband killed in the revolution and had therefore been surviving on your own. Making ends meet in...less than societally acceptable ways...

You figured no man would want you now. Used, widowed, older...but the general couldn't take his eyes off you. One look at you and he felt it in his heart. You were his soulmate...his everything. The course of his life would be changed with you at his side...

He needed you. Needed to be your husband.

So he began to linger near you at parties...Sought you out at events. Did you favors...and eventually started inviting you out for meals and outings...Dates.

You were having breakfast with him on his fancy terrace at the moment. He smiles at you his bright green eyes twinkling with fondness. "Now why do you sit so far away Mon Cheri?" He grabs the back of your chair and scoots you right next to him. "Do come here..."