Interlude: The Paris Party of the Change of the Century Finale
-[X]Davout
As you dismounted in front of the cathedral, and the men began to file out to whatever they were going to do next, you could see in the distance, on his red stallion, the one that he hated riding more than anything else, the Iron Marshal himself.
He was not so happy, and he was discussing several things with his officers as you strode over to him. He was finished when he noticed you walking towards him, and he said a very sharp. "Dismissed."
His officers saluted, before leaving, and then looked back to see that you were there. They gave quiet, silent bows of their heads before they marched away. "Did my men throw you off?"
"Parade was never their strong suit." He muttered as he dismounted and looked to the young Ensign that was marching, holding his reigns. "Make sure the horse gets back to the stables, and then you are free for the day."
The boy nodded as you looked at him, not recognizing the face as he let out a breath, and removed his spectacles. "Seem familiar?" He questioned as he cleaned them with a cloth he procured from his pocket. "I'm sorry about the event with Louis."
"He'll be fine, and the men who did this properly punished." You stated as you shook your head, trying your best to suppress your anger. "There is something that bothers me even now, at the state of the army. I have heard talk that Kellerman wishes to ban dueling between officers, enlisted men, and private citizens."
That made Davout chuckle. "To prevent that would be to deny the men their honor." He held out his arm, and you took it, as he offered to escort you. "I take it that we are speaking as equals, or as… our ranks demand us?"
You refused the offer and his arms went behind him. "Unfortunately, for this ceremony that will be the case."
The fact he only nodded was something you were extremely grateful for. There was something about the subordinate that was close to a confidant was something you felt you desperately needed, with Brian all but exiling himself, not only from politics but also from responsibility. As if he did not have any sort of stake or wish to keep up with this changing world.
"Understood." He then walked beside you. There was silence among the two of you for a moment, as people bowed or saluted to Davout or you. There was a sense of Calm that he brought that was near impossible to find anywhere else.
But he read you well, as your fingers fidgeted and your hand rubbed the ring on your finger. "Something is troubling you, isn't it?" It was like he knew what was going on in your mind.
You found yourself muttering. "It seems that the world is slowly becoming something that I cannot control, and I am slowly becoming something I am not."
There was silence, only the crowd and the people talking could be heard in your ears. But Davout had his full attention aimed squarely at you, and it was something you desperately needed, in your mind. You were trying to confess.
At least, that was what it felt like. "I believe that I have destroyed something that I fought for. That I made the wrong choice." You looked at your uniform, the jewels and the medals that adorned it, and the people surrounding you. They were all not members of the Louis Court, the king's court that once ruled from Versailles… But there were a few that remained, either because they were spared from the Guillotine because of the coup by Brian, and the subsequent civil war by escaping before they died, surrendered to fight for France during the Second Coalition in Napoleon's army…
Or were like you, just happened to be in the right place and the right time to do something.
But there were royalists here. There were republicans here that, while may not enjoy this ceremony. They were peaceful. They were content.
And it shocked you, that the world seemed to move on. "When I was at Valmy, I was scared, but something overtook me, something that made me believe in myself, in the Revolution. And all I see are the same people who we fought against, people that oppressed the people of France, together with us. Has anything really changed? Was Brian right, have we lost and merely replaced one regime with another?"
Davout, for his part, was quiet for the moment. "Perhaps it is not the world that changed but you, how you view it?" The question made you raise an eyebrow. "We all change with time. Everyone changes with time, and how the world changes them." He looked farther away, with Napoleon, speaking with several ministers and his sister, praising her, and making several childish noises that seemed to belong more with a bar or tavern drunken conversation than a wedding for a princess. "All we can do is recognize that we have changed, and what we want changes with it."
A moment later, he took a breath, before looking at his wife with a wave and a smile. "Take my advice, Thérèse. Do not believe everything that has happened, that the revolution has failed. You may find that it has succeeded beyond your wild imaginations."
At that, Davout bowed. "I must take my leave, my wife is waiting for me."
You nodded, and he walked away, and walked about, trying to think.
-[X]Write in : Thomas Dumas
General Thomas Alexandre Dumas, was sitting with his wife, close to the front near the alter, not caring about the looks that he may have been given. He was happy, and that showed as he rose, and held out a hand. "The great Heroine of France, coming to greet my humble family!" He smiled as he moved in and embraced you, before kissing you on the cheeks, something that surprised you, but then again, you were happy.
Very happy to see him. "I thought you were-"
"At home, to miss the biggest wedding of the century?" He smiled and laughed at the gesture. "No." He then pointed to you. "I'm also here for my friends, who so desperately need me after so far away from home."
You found yourself becoming rigid and quiet, feeling your heartbeat as you looked to the man and his wife. "Thank you." You whispered, but that only made Dumas shake his head.
"No. I also came here to thank you, before the new year." He replied. "You have done more for me, and all people like me, than anything that I can ever dream of. I may no longer hold an active command for my wife's sake, but I can safely say that without you, my future would be uncertain."
There was silence, but there was also a smile that rose across your face. "I would hardly say the future would be uncertain." You tried to protest.
"Perhaps. But with you by my side, the friend I made on the campaign… I know that I will be safe."
He then pointed to Caroline, who was getting ready. "No, I believe the bride wishes to speak to you before the wedding."
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-[X]Caroline
She was quiet and fidgeting, feeling awkward as you walked towards her. But then all of the waiting and fear went away as she saw you. "Thérèse" She hugged you. "Thank you."
"I would hope that you thanking me is not what you need?" You replied as you sat down to look at her. "What is the matter?"
The young Bonaparte seemed to change her demeanor "Nothing is the matter? I just have a question to ask before my wedding?"
Oh, what could that possibly be? "What is it?" You asked.
There was a look of fear that arose on her face before she gulped. "Is… Does it get easier?"
"What does?" You asked.
"Getting used to being away from those you care about when you go to war?" She asked. "You may fight in the army, but you are away from Napoleon for so long? Aren't you afraid?"
You allowed yourself to smile. Of course, you were but that didn't make the relationship any less. "I have learned through my marriage… that sometimes, there is a risk, there is fear. But there is trust, one that you should both have for one another. Otherwise, you shouldn't marry the man." You paused and asked. "Do you trust Murat?"
"Do you?" She asked, feeling hesitant as she asked the question.
There was no hesitation in your answer. "With my life, most certainly," you replied. "But that wasn't my question."
She paused and looked at her shoes. "I want to. He's the only one who ever treated me with any sort of respect. Sure he is a braggart and a dandy man with bright colors and a love for horses… but he's been one of the few men who ever listened to me. To ask me how I felt and made me feel like a truly mattered, who didn't see my brother or a way to power. Who truly made me feel like I was Caroline. Even my brothers couldn't do that." She said, as she looked up with determination. "So I do trust him. I trust him enough to not just view me as a way to gain power."
"Then I have my answer." You smiled. "And if Murat ever does anything to wrong you… let me know, I'll straighten him out."
"Thank you Thérèse." She replied.
You both embraced. "Then make this day a day you want to remember forever." You whispered.
"I will."
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It was almost like a fairy tale, with Murat, waiting in his flamboyant uniform of blue and white, watching his wife walk down the aisle, being presented by Napoleon.
You didn't need to know what they needed to say, for you knew, that at least now, they would trust each other.
Even if it was just them against the World.
But then you remember that this was Paris, so it was going to be a party to end them all.
It was a fitting way to end a century. With joy and laughter. Then war and Death.
Reward:
Caroline and Joachim Murat married, in a ceremony that was bankrolled by the Imperial family, rather than public funds, making the citizenry think that there will not be a drain on public finances.
This has had the knock-on effect of saving the French government a significant sum of money… Your poor pocketbook, you need to Talk to Napoleon about… using YOUR money responsibly. If he needed it, he should ask instead of going behind your back.
Which has been met with a great deal of acclaim by much of the Citizenry, who partied like it was the end of the world.
The ceremony and the parade were something that delighted all of France, with the Empress herself stealing the show, with her corps being the model of The French Army.
All of Europe believes that her Corps is the greatest and finest trained Corps in France, with Napoleon's Imperial Guaud being seen as more a vanity project for the Emperor's reorganization efforts, and to test his theories.
AN: Alright I'm going, to be honest here.
This was almost ten (Sorry, twenty) pages long... and then I cut a lot of scenes out. I just wasn't satisfied with.
So I took the best parts of what I had and gave you all this.
But hey, at least it came.
The next one is going to be a lot easier.
Now to find out what fuckery is going on.