If "Georgiana" had known beforehand that the supposedly devoted Napoleon Bonaparte had, besides those famous mistresses, scandals involving opera stars and the like, she would certainly have despised him. What a hypocrite.
Severus was very devoted. Aside from Lily, there was only Pomona. When Napoleon learned that Josephine had been involved with another man, he no longer dared place all his love on one person. Would Severus become like him too?
She was always doing things that disappointed people. First Albus, then Severus—it was as if she were slowly falling.
Perhaps when all this was over, she would grow old alone. But at this moment, she felt wonderful.
Unlike Severus, who preferred sneaking about, Napoleon preferred to "listen." After all, he was a Muggle and could not use spells. Orders on the battlefield were not always conveyed by messengers; drumbeats and music served similar purposes. Since drums had no pitch, only tempo, there was less room for error.
Only when the charge sounded would they charge at full speed.
Napoleon had always been the one issuing orders on the battlefield. Now he could act according to sound as well. As for "Georgiana," she was like a country girl who had left the countryside and luckily climbed into the First Consul's bed. An unreal, dreamlike feeling enveloped her, and she scarcely dared believe that "good fortune" had truly fallen upon her.
Without the First Consul's aura, Napoleon would merely have been a destitute young man wandering the streets of Paris. Probably no woman would have favored him. Marengo had originally been an obscure little village, yet it became world-famous because the decisive battle of the Second Coalition had taken place there.
As he recounted that history, an unforgettable, proud expression appeared on Napoleon's face. In his words, it was like an