Georgiana was not foolish enough to think Napoleoni truly intended to live as an ordinary married couple.
As he had once said from the podium, some claimed that he had stood guard in place of a sentry who had fallen asleep at his post. That story might have been invented by some bourgeois or lawyer, but certainly not by a soldier.
He was the sort of terrifying superior who would kick a sentry awake for sleeping on his feet, then ask the unlucky soldier why he had fallen asleep while on duty. He would enjoy the soldier's trembling expression and fully savor the pleasure of holding the power of life and death in his hands.
A commoner's life was something to be experienced; they still had to live among the wealthy and powerful. Commoners certainly would not find a life spent worrying over income and expenses pleasant, just as the wealthy and powerful would not find it pleasant to be watched every day and unable to sleep.
He was now facing an unknown danger. The intense mental strain was suffocating him. It was enough to throw a little tantrum and let him know that he had offended her just now; making a woman happy also made him happy.
But if he coaxed her for ages and still got no pleasant expression from her, he might truly turn hostile. Rich bastards had plenty of places to live, and Napoleon was no longer the lieutenant idling at home and surviving by pawning his pocket watch.
There were also a few simple pots and bowls in this house, though not a complete set. Treating it as though she were camping, she made do with what she had and cooked Hungarian beef-and-potato stew.
Napoleon was not picky about food at all. He had gone