"Boo-hoo..."
Georgiana had been crying from the moment she entered, and no one came to comfort her.
Napoleone was talking to his mother in another room. They were speaking Italian, and she could not understand a single word.
But even if she could understand, it would not have mattered, because she could do nothing but cry.
No one could stay calm after being caught up in something as enormous as this. It was not as though one encountered a national war every day.
She had not spent all this time merely falling in love. She had looked into the history of the French Revolution. Feland Fortress had played its role in the 1792 Battle of Jemappes, a battle recorded in the annals of military scholarship.
If she had been a normal woman, she would rather have read gossip about opera stars than about battles. At the time, France had fallen into chaos because of the revolution. The Austrians seized the opportunity to send fourteen thousand troops to attack French soil. After the Battle of Valmy, the French general Dumouriez launched an attack on Austria with forty thousand infantry and cavalry.
The result of the battle had been brutal. Both France and Austria suffered grievous losses.
Cannons, bayonets, blood, chaos.
That was how that passage of history felt to her. There was none of the bloody romance depicted in war films.
It could be said that as long as Napoleone did not fall from power, the Germans would never dare take the initiative to attack French soil. His prestige in Europe was simply that great. Yet Georgiana often slapped him, and did he think that frightening her like this would make her afraid?
After crying for a while, she stopped.
If crying could solve every problem, women's tears would have long