Part I: TYRANNISApril 4th, 1814, Fontainebleau
Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte
The Great Man sat at the cast-iron table with a newspaper in hand. Louis had just stepped outside, and the bright sun had forced him to cover his eyes. It was almost as if the brightness was radiating from his uncle, only a few feet away.
Louis felt a nudge at his back, and realized his mother was gently ushering him forward. He gulped, composed himself as Henzlen had taught him, and strode over to the outdoor breakfast table. His uncle folded the newspaper, and smiled as the boy neared. Nothing prepared Louis for how the Great Man jumped from his seat, in a rather undignified manner, and grasped Louis, hoisting him into the air.
“It does my heart good to see you, my dear boy! You have given me a gift I seldom receive now.” The emperor’s jovial attitude surprised the boy, and seemingly washed away all the court training Henzlen had instilled in him.
The boy laughed and hugged his uncle, “It is good to see you too, my uncle!”
The emperor released the boy and sat back down at his spot, “Tell me, why do you think that your mother has requested an audience with me?”
“I do not know, uncle.” Louis’ sincerity made his uncle smile.
“It is because she is trying to petition for your brother, who needs my aid. I do not blame her for using you- I have heard of your extraordinary charm in letters from your mother- but it does make sad. I love your mother as my own daughter, and in truth she rallies for safe passage for all of you. I would receive her if she would simply ask me in person, and apologize for the great discourse she has caused. Politics is important, but family more so.” The emperor smiled, “I will tell you though, after the politics, your family will be all that remains.”
Louis stared as a tall man in uniform and carrying a rifle leaned over and whispered into his uncle’s ear. His uncle’s visage turned into something dark, and depressing. His paunch seemed to expand, and all at once, the man before Louis transformed into a mere shadow of what he once was. The boy realized the happiness he just witnessed was a momentary fluke in what his uncle was feeling. It moved him.
“My dear nephew… There is an extent to all greatness. My own marshals wish to discuss something important with me. There is not much time at this point, I suppose.” His uncle sighed, and signed a sheet of paper on the table, handing it to Louis. “Go now into safety, but never forget who you are.”
Louis accepted the note, but he felt tears forming at his eyes. “I am sorry, uncle. I do not want to run away.”
The emperor smiled thinly, and rubbed the tear off his face. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Your mother is a good woman, listen to her. You need to leave now.” Louis embraced his uncle once more, then ran to his mother who ushered him through the halls of the palace.
“You did well,” was all she said, repeating it every so often as the two made their way to the carriage.
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