Victor Hugo, author of The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, once wrote: Before history, one bandit was called France, and the other was called England.
The night before visiting the Louvre Museum, she had eaten a dinner stolen from the French restaurant next door at Hugo's home. She deeply agreed with Hugo's view.
Now the French bandit and the British pirate had somehow crossed paths. Napoleon had exchanged letters with the Prince of Wales, who had even asked Georgiana whether she dared hit him.
She had talked tough just now, saying that if her magic were restored, she would hit him too. Even if he was the Prince of Wales, he was only a Muggle, wasn't he?
In truth, she probably would not hit him. Civilized people did not resort to violence so casually.
Although Sirius and that group of nobles hardly observed any etiquette, the royal family had to. Napoleon Bonaparte was a minor noble, and there was almost no trace of court etiquette about him.
He had great bearing, except when he looked at her with the eyes of a man looking at a woman.
Before she had overcome her height issue, she had also liked tall, strong men. Fei Erwei was very manly too, but she had never considered him a romantic prospect.
This showed just how badly the Corsican had failed in love compared with his brilliant achievements on the battlefield.
Lockhart, on the other hand, was flourishing in love, but even if Scotland broke away again, she would not sleep with Lockhart.
Those opera starlets saw Napoleon Bonaparte the same way. Josephine had cheated on him, and with failure in love compounded by the contempt of female stars, Monsieur Bonaparte had nearly developed misogyny.
Men could never escape the urge to show off before women. Some boasted