It's Final

Francis blinked, processing the words his father had just spoken. "My fiancée?" He glanced at Princess Charlotte, taking in her presence.

"That's correct, Francis," Napoleon confirmed. "She will be a suitable match for you. Now, reintroduce yourself properly to her."

Francis's gaze was fixed upon Charlotte, and a moment of silence hung between them. The young prince, still grappling with the revelation, managed to compose himself. With a mixture of curiosity and formality, he extended his hand.

"I am the Crown Prince of the Empire of France, Francis Bonaparte."

Charlotte took a deep breath, her posture poised but the nervousness evident in her eyes. 

"I'm Princess Charlotte of Prussia," she said with a slight nod, extending her hand in a formal gesture. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Francis."