"I know I was wrong."

"Do you think everyone should have the power to change their destiny?"

"No, if the power falls into the hands of bad people, it will cause terrible consequences."

He kissed her forehead and said, "Treat that book as your underwear. Don't let others see it. I'm afraid of losing you like Severus did."

She looked into his eyes.

"I am very happy to be with common people, but we live with powerful people. You are very brave, but you can't be reckless. People in the church are not as easy to fool as common people. You can't do that later.

Hit me again like you just did."

"You're scared?"

"The royal family can never see things clearly. They have been living in an illusion. Restoration cannot be achieved by writing a few letters and adding Louis' signature. You said yesterday that you wanted to see The Crown of Thorns, so I will take you to see it. But

Why do you ask me if I want to be emperor?"

"I don't want you to be emperor, queen, or regent." She stroked his hair. "If I said I wanted the golden fleece, would you also find a way to get it for me?"

"I thought that what I loved most was power. It was something I gained after a lot of hard work, sleepless nights, and planning. Now I find that what I really want to do is make France strong and find something in my own family.

Fun, I am a dictator because it runs fast, not because I like to hear that title..."

"We're not going to see Crown of Thorns anymore." She held his hand, and he was trembling.

"No, we are going, your new guardian is waiting for us." He sighed, "We can't escape, and maybe he will secretly hold a religious ceremony for us."

"You and the Prince of Wales wrote to discuss this?" she asked incredulously.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Napoleon said. "He fell in love with a Catholic woman and I fell in love with a Protestant woman."

She still found it incredible.

"I had the Latin text you wrote on the manuscript translated, 'I wish fate to give me freedom as nature has given me.' That's what Erasmus said, but who of us is completely free without any

Restrained?"

"You peeked at my manuscript?" she said in disbelief.

"There is a romantic and epic dream deeply imprinted in my mind. I used to work hard every day and was extremely exhausted. I would fall asleep as soon as I went to bed. Otherwise, I would think of myself alone. Now every morning I see you.

Everything around me feels unreal, and I need something to prove that you exist."

She couldn't answer his question because she also doubted whether she was a half-Veela.

A woman without beauty is not qualified for love no matter how smart she is.

"Do you understand how I feel now?" he asked. "I need a highly anticipated wedding. Everyone will witness that I married you. He can't give you this, right?"

"That's right." She said with painful tears, "Everyone in the world knows that he loves Lily, and I have always lived in her reputation."

"Stay with me, I beg you," begged Bonaparte.

'agreed.'

She heard a whisper.

But she remembered Hathor's warning that many women had been conquered by him.

"Can you please let me go?" she said, "My husband has been humiliated enough by you."

"I will free you."

"Who just told me to stay at home?"

"They are right, the Veela race can really drive people crazy." He smiled and said, "It would be great if there were two women like you."

"Can I hit you now, sir?" she said coldly.

He brought his face closer, but she pushed him away.

"During the government meeting, I will let everyone discuss freely. I am good at debating, but they are not as good as me. I let them attack because I know how to protect myself, but I am defenseless in front of you."

He placed her hand over her heart "Can you feel it?"

She was about to say no, but she felt a beating sensation, as if it was an illusion.

How can a dead man's heart beat?

"God does not intend to do everything, so as not to deprive us of our free will and glory." He said softly and intoxicatedly, "Let's create the future together, Georgiana."

"You are really good at demagoguery, Bonaparte."

"It was you who bewitched me first. Don't go back to Scotland. You will be buried with me." He held her face in his hands. "I will keep you well, place you properly, and preserve you carefully so that you will not be surprised, suffer, or suffer."

If you don't have to live without a branch, that person is right here, right in front of you."

It was the first time they danced, and Hathor read the poem to him.

They were dancing a waltz.

"I understand why Brother Bai En committed suicide." He smiled contemptuously. "I want to die now too."

"Why do you all give up your lives so easily?" she said angrily.

"It would be easier to die. I can't stand your torture anymore." Bonaparte said tiredly. "Even if I was stabbed dozens of times like Caesar, it wouldn't be as uncomfortable as I am now."

"Don't say you're dead!"

"Okay." He said coldly, then lowered his head and kissed her.
Chapter completed!