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The candlelight flickered against the stone walls of the birthing chamber, casting long, trembling shadows. Napoleon stood frozen, his uniform discarded, his face pale with a terror no battlefield had ever instilled. The air was thick with the scent of blood and lavender, punctuated by his wife’s agonized cries. He watched the doctors move with cold, mechanical precision, their iron tools glinting menacingly in the dim light. His heart hammered against his ribs, not with the thrill of conquest, but with the primal dread of loss. He stepped forward, ignoring the chaos, his eyes locked on her suffering form. The Emperor of France was powerless here, reduced to a desperate husband. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her sweat-drenched forehead, his voice cracking as he screamed over t…