Napoleon's wedding ring was a gold band set with two gems: one a pear-shaped diamond, the other a sapphire, mounted side by side facing opposite directions.
Compared with the Regent Diamond on his sword hilt, those two stones were truly tiny, yet she still found them unbearably glaring.
"Do you like it?" he asked with a happy smile.
Georgiana now had a sword. He had cut the Regent Diamond into two pieces, leaving one set in his own sword and mounting the other on the sword he had given her, except hers was set in a rose pattern.
Whether giving a girl a sword or a "rose," both were foolish choices, yet she still smiled at him.
"You don't like it?" he asked perceptively.
What was she supposed to say now?
Napoleoni the "pig" had appeared again.
"I prefer sapphires," she said coldly. "And I don't like your wedding ring."
He gave a strange smile.
"What are you smiling at?" she asked angrily.
"Hortense agreed. On Halloween, she'll be inoculated with you," he said in an almost flirtatious tone.
Halloween in 1801 fell on November 1. Every Halloween, she always felt that something would happen.
"Take off my shackles." She set down the ornate sword.
"No." He still shook his head.
"This isn't the time to play."
He sat down on the sofa in the suite.
"I asked the others. You're a powerful wizard. They can't stop cannonballs the way you can."
"I can stop a six-pound cannonball, but anything larger than that is beyond me," she said honestly.
"I would only use such power at a critical moment. Before then, you must keep it secret."
"An excuse!" she accused him at once.
"Think whatever you like." He reclined in the chaise lounge and imperiously ordered, "Come here."
That short-legged