
“ françois lemay , jean leflocq , sébastien … cristadciu ! ” hand decapitates an imaginary redcoat & again , le petit caporal begins to pace. he’ll know the names of this regiment by morning - he must. the sheet is put away , bonaparte sinks in a chair.
“ ah mademoiselle ! ” in all his frustration , her presence had gone unnoticed - a thin , weary smile makes it’s way to his face. already his thoughts occupy the subject of louisana. “ talleyrand opposes selling louisana … i am not averse to it. ” // @eaglehoe liked.
