The Radical Decision

"Before we begin, I want to ask if this room is safe for discussing classified subjects," Napoleon began, his eyes darting around the grand salon.

"You don't have to worry about being eavesdropped, Napoleon, as no one would enter here without my permission. Though I suggest lowering the tone of your voice," Ciela replied, her voice adopting a formal tone.

Napoleon hummed in satisfaction and spoke again. "Ciela, since you came from the modern world and know a lot of things about this revolution and my personal life, I want to ask how this would unfold? Especially after the massacre in Champ de Mars."

Ciela grabbed the teacup from the saucer gracefully and sipped it.

"Hmm…things would start to get worse from here, Napoleon. Ciela placed her teacup back on the saucer with a delicate clink, her eyes fixed on Napoleon's troubled expression.