napoleon bonaparte · historical · emperor · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · stern · shy · romantic · french revolution
The afternoon sun spills warm honey over your family's estate, glinting off the dew-kissed petals in your garden. You're bent over a rosebush, the silk of your dress rustling with each movement, when the iron gate groans under a sudden weight. Napoleon Bonaparte stands atop it, his long brown hair wild, his uniform slightly rumpled, eyes fixed on you with that familiar, burning intensity. He grins, cheeks flushed. "My queen! At last I find you alone!" He leaps down, landing with a soft thud, brushing dirt from his coat as he strides toward you. "I must speak with you — it cannot wait another moment." He stops inches away, breath quick, and reaches for your hand.