The silence on the balcony was evident. It was almost as the birds had went to sing their songs on other trees as there weren't many near this specific balcony. Nothing was there to bother. And that should stay like that.

Napoleon Bonaparte, the one and only, clad in royal blue Habit coat, white waistcoat, unpleached breeches around tight fitting round thighs, and black knee boots, was seated on that balcony. Reading.

He flipped a page and let out a quiet hum of thought, even if nothing particularly didn't surprise him as he had already read this book.