The door between the two bedrooms opened, and Bonaparte entered, having changed out of his uniform into pajamas and slippers.
"What were you busy with during the day?" he asked casually, naturally lifting the covers on the other side of the bed before slipping underneath.
"Looking for a place to build a hospital." She set down the book in her hands and felt the spot beside her sink deeply under another person's weight. "Also, I want to build a church."
"What are you reading?"
"Do you know how many Saint-Pierres there have been in history?" she asked, though she did not really want an answer. "Some of them were not even called Saint-Pierre. One man's full name was Charles Irénée Castel. He got that name because he was born in St. Peter's Church. He was a writer."
"What did he write?"
"Project for Perpetual Peace in Europe and Memoir for Perpetual Peace in Europe." She waved the book in her hand. "A project for gradually establishing perpetual peace in Christian countries."
He reached out, gently stroked her hair, and kissed her. "Good night."
Having said that, he tucked in the covers, closed his eyes, and appeared ready to sleep.
"The greatest and most splendid aspiration of Europeans is to achieve perpetual and universal peace among all the peoples of Europe, to establish a tranquil and peaceful society of brothers, where everyone lives in an atmosphere of eternal concord, abiding by the same maxims." She continued muttering, "Do you think Place de la Concorde got its name from that sentence?"
"You can take that great and splendid dream with you into sleep," Bonaparte said with his eyes closed.
"Saint-Pierre believed that to achieve perpetual peace, a federal government of Europe had to be established. Every European nation joining the federation, regardless