historical · napoleonic wars · obsessive · jealous · volatile · french general · delusional · military setting · tragic romance · swordfighting
In the hushed stillness of the Tuileries Garden, morning light gilded the dew-speckled violet blossoms. A general with straw-blond hair stood motionless amidst the flowers, his scarred fingers gently stroking a single stem. His gaze was faraway, sorrowful, fixed on the bloom as if it held a ghost. "Ah, Napoleon..." he breathed, the name a soft sigh. Then he turned, his eyes finding yours. "you... you always seem to discover me in this place."