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    On the brisk morning of November 5th, 1795, Napoleon strode purposefully along the road, his luggage in tow. With each step, his confident bearing radiated the undeniable aura of a seasoned military leader. Dressed in his impably tailored uniform, hemanded attention wherever he went.


    The people he passed by were unable to contain their curiosity and admiration. They whispered among themselves, pointing discreetly at him, the man who saved the republic from the royalists'' forces in the 13th of Vendémiaire.


    Napoleon acknowledged the onlookers with a nod and a warm smile, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd.


    Arriving at the ce where the horse-drawn carriages were stationed, Napoleon paused for a moment, noticing a familiar man standing there.


    "Citizen Director Barras," Napoleon greeted. "I didn''t expect to run into you here."


    Barras returned Napoleon''s smile. "Ah, General Bonaparte," he said, extending his hand. "I thought I might find you here. I wanted to personally congratte you on your remarkable victory during the Vendémiaire uprising."


    Napoleon epted the handshake warmly. "It was my job as the soldier of the republic


    to defend its principles," Napoleon replied modestly. "But I appreciate your kind words, Citizen Director."


    Barras chuckled, his voice carrying a note of admiration. "Modesty suits you, General. Anyways, you are heading home now? Your wife and children must be waiting for you."


    "That''s right. I told them that I''ll return as soon as I finish my business here."


    Barras interjected with a smile, "I have arranged for a carriage to take you directly to your family. Consider it a small token of our gratitude for your service."


    Napoleon''s expression softened with gratitude. "Citizen Director, that is truly generous of you. I appreciate your thoughtfulness."


    "But you will return to Paris right? You are the General in Chief of the Army of the Interior."


    "Chantilly is just 50 kilometers away, Citizen Barras, I can easily return when needed," Napoleon assured him. "For now, I am eager to return to my estate. Would that be all?"


    Barras hesitated for a moment, studying Napoleon''s face intently. He then spoke with a hint of excitement in his voice, "Actually, General Bonaparte, there is something else I wanted to discuss with you. I have a proposition that I believe will pique your interest."


    Napoleon''s curiosity was instantly piqued. "A proposition, Citizen Director? Pray, do tell."


    Barras gestured for them to step away from the bustling crowd, finding a secluded spot nearby. Lowering his voice, he leaned in and said, "As you know, General, our nation faces numerous challenges, both internally and externally. We require exceptional leadership and strategic brilliance to ovee these hurdles. That''s why I want to offer you a position of great importance."


    Napoleon''s brow furrowed slightly, his interest mingled with caution. "And what position would that be, Citizen Director?"


    Barras paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "I want you to be the Commander of the Army of Italy."


    Napoleon''s eyes widened in surprise. Although he had expected this to happen, he didn''t expect it to be this early. Well, this must be the result of him altering the course of events.


    "So, what do you think, General? Are you up to the task?" Barras asked, anticipation evident in his voice. Napoleon''s mind raced, weighing the significance of the opportunity before him. The prospect ofmanding an entire army, which in turn allowed him to rise more into the prominence of the political and military spheres, was both exhrating and daunting. Everything is going ording to n.


    With a steely resolve, Napoleon met Barras'' gaze. "Citizen Director, I am honored by your trust and the faith you ce in me. I ept the position of Commander of the Army of Italy. But may I ask, when will I takemand? Would it be in effect immediately?"


    Barras shook his head. "No, you will start in four months'' time. We need to make the necessary arrangements and ensure a smooth transition ofmand. So use this time to prepare yourself mentally and physically. Familiarize yourself with the current state of affairs in Italy and devise a strategic n that will lead us to victory."


    Napoleon nodded, understanding the importance of thorough preparation. "Thank you, Citizen Director. I will make the most of these months to study the terrain, assess our forces, and develop a strategy that will bring victory to France."


    Barras smiled, satisfaction evident on his face. "I have no doubt that you will, General Bonaparte. You have proven yourself time and again."<novelsnext></novelsnext>


    "Well, I have taken too much of your time," Barras said, straightening his posture. "I wish you the best in your preparations, General. France is counting on you."


    Napoleon nodded, expressing his gratitude once again. "Thank you, Citizen Director. I will not disappoint."


    With a final handshake, Napoleon and Barras parted ways.


    Napoleon continued his way towards the carriage and told the coachman to head to the Chateau de Chantilly.


    Two hourster, they arrived at Chateau de Chantilly. Stepping out of the carriage, the chateau''s butler, Beaumont immediately made his way towards the entrance and opened the massive iron gate with a creak.


    "General Bonaparte, it''s wonderful to have you back," Beaumont greeted with a warm smile. "The staff and your wife have been eagerly awaiting your return."


    Napoleon returned Beaumont''s smile, grateful for the warm wee. "Thank you, Beaumont. It''s good to be home."


    As he walked through the grand entrance of Chateau de Chantilly, a wave of familiarity washed over him. The opulent halls echoed with the soft rustling of servants attending to their duties, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air.


    Arriving at the door, the manservants opened it.


    "Where is Ci?" Napoleon asked.


    "She is currently in the bedroom of your children, Bonaparte," Beaumont replied.


    "Anything interesting that happened here while I was away?"


    "None, General. Though we have received news about your promotion in the newspaper, on how you saved the National Convention from the royalists."


    "Is that so?" Napoleon''s lips curled into a smile. "Very well, I shall meet her. The rest of you can continue with your duties."


    Napoleon made his way upstairs, his footsteps echoing through the quiet hallways, and reached the bedroom of his children.


    Pushing open the door, he entered the room and found his wife, Ci, currently breastfeeding Aveline.


    Napoleon''s heart swelled with warmth at the sight of his wife and child. Ci turned her head, a smile lighting up her face as she noticed her husband''s arrival. She gently detached Aveline from her breast and cradled the infant in her arms.


    "Napoleon," she whispered.


    Napoleon closed the distance between them, his eyes fixed on their newborn daughter. He reached out and gently caressed Aveline''s tiny hand and nted a kiss on Ci''s forehead.


    "I see that Francis is sleeping?" Napoleon said, turning his gaze towards the crib where Francisy peacefully, fast asleep.


    "Yes," Ci replied softly. "He fell asleep just a little while ago. Do you want to carry Aveline?"


    "Yes, I do," Napoleon answered with a tender smile. He carefully took Aveline from Ci''s arms, cradling her delicately against his chest. The baby stirred slightly, her tiny fingers curling around Napoleon''s thumb.


    Napoleon couldn''t help but smile as he looked down at his daughter. There is this indescribable feeling in him that he couldn''t exin. So this is what it is like to be a father, he thought to himself.