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    Two hourster, the grand carriage carrying Napoleon and his family finally arrived at Versailles. As they approached the northern facade of the pce, they were met with an impressive sight—rows of French soldiers standing in a disciplined line, all at attention, as a mark of respect for their new leader.


    With a gentle stop, the carriage gracefully came to a halt on the red carpet that had beenid out for their arrival. The pce staff, dressed in their finest uniforms, waited with anticipation, ready to greet the First Consul and his family.


    Napoleon stepped out first and donned his magnificent First Consul uniform. His presencemanded respect, and the soldiers stood even taller, their gazes fixed firmly ahead. Ci followed, radiating elegance and grace, her eyes shining with pride for her husband and excitement for the future that awaited them in their new home.


    Behind them, Aveline and Francis emerged from the carriage, their young faces reflecting a mixture of curiosity and awe. They looked up at the grand pce before them, their eyes wide as they took in the historic beauty of Versailles.


    The pce staff weed the Bonaparte family with warm smiles and nods of reverence.


    The butler stepped forward to offer his greetings, "Wee to the Pce of Versailles, Your Excellency. It is an honor to have you here. My name is Lucas., and I am the head butler at the pce. Please allow me to show you and your family to your new residence."


    "Thank you, Lucas, but before we start, I''d like to ask if you are working in the Pce during King Louis the Sixteenth''s reign or are you new here?" Napoleon inquired, genuinely curious about the butler''s history at Versailles.


    "I am new here, Your Excellency," Lucas replied respectfully, his eyes meeting Napoleon''s with a mix of eagerness and pride in his role as the head butler. "I''ve had the honor of serving at other distinguished estates before, but this is my first time working at the Pce of Versailles. It''s an incredible privilege to be a part of your esteemed staff and to wee you and your family to this historic ce."


    "I see, well I asked because we have our own butler in the Chateau de Chantilly and I''m thinking of employing him as the butler of Versailles when we move here officially," Napoleon said.


    Lucas''s heart sank for a moment upon hearing the prospect of being reced.  Yet, he knew better than to show any emotions on his face. Instead, he maintained hisposure and professionalism, nodding in understanding.


    "I understand, Your Excellency," Lucas replied, his voice steady. "It is essential to have someone familiar with the family and their preferences to serve as the butler here at Versailles."


    Napoleon noticed the slight change in Lucas''s demeanor and quickly added, "However, that does not mean you won''t have a ce here. The Pce of Versailles is vast, and having experienced staff like yourself will be invaluable. I believe our butler and you can work together seamlessly to ensure the smooth operation and maintenance of this pce."


    A flicker of hope passed through Lucas''s eyes at Napoleon''s words. "Thank you, Your Excellency. Now, may I have the honor of showing you inside the pce and to your new residence?"


    "Of course," Napoleon replied warmly, pleased to see Lucas''s spirit returning. "Lead the way, Lucas."


    With that, Lucas guided the Bonaparte family through the grand entrance of the Pce of Versailles. The opulence of the interior left them in awe as they walked through thevishly decorated halls, adorned with intricate tapestries and gilded sculptures.


    "And this is the hall of mirrors," Lucas exined as they entered one of the most famous rooms in the pce. "It was here that the Treaty of Versailles was signed, bringing an end to the devastating Seven Years'' War."


    "This is just astonishing," Napoleon muttered under his breath. The chandeliers, the gilded frames, and the exquisitely crafted mirrors left him in awe. As expected of France, truly a country with a ss.


    "It would be even grander if electricity and sewage and water pipelines are installed," Ci added.


    "You are right, Madam Bonaparte, no one has touched this ce since King Louis the Sixteenth fleeing Paris. So it is to be expected that there''d be no indoor plumbing nor electricity," Lucas chimed in, nodding in agreement with Ci''s observation. "But if you like, we can arrange for a team of skilled craftsmen and engineers to start the work immediately," he suggested. "The Pce of Versailles deserves the best, and it would be an honor to oversee the modernization efforts to make it suitable for the esteemed First Consul and his family."


    "That''s why I decided not to move yet. We have grown ustomed to the Chateau de Chantilly, and until the necessary modernizations arepleted here at Versailles, it would be more practical to stay there," Napoleon exined, looking appreciatively at Lucas.


    "Of course, Your Excellency. I shall make sure everything is carried out with the utmost efficiency and care," Lucas replied. "Now, can I show you the king bed''s chamber?"


    "Yes, please lead the way," Napoleon responded with a nod.<novelsnext>I think you should take a look at </novelsnext>


    Lucas guided the Bonaparte family through a series of ornate corridors and up a grand staircase adorned with magnificent paintings and golden ents.


    Finally, they arrived at the King''s Bedchamber.


    Upon entering, the Bonapartes found themselves surrounded by opulence. The room boasted a majestic four-poster bed, intricately carved from dark mahogany, adorned with silk canopies and fine linens.


    "So that''s where we will be sleeping huh?" Napoleonmented, ncing at Ci.


    "I hope they changed the sheets," Ci said.


    "Well, Lucas, another thing. I want all the sheets that were used by the former king to be thrown out and reced by a new one," Napoleon said, ordering Lucas.


    "Are you sure, Your Excellency?" Lucas asked.


    "I don''t want to be sleeping on the same bed where someone else slept before," Napoleon continued firmly. "The old sheets must go, and new ones shall be brought in immediately. Even the furniture, the tes, and everything else that belonged to the former monarchy should be reced with new, fresh belongings."


    "Understood, Your Excellency," Lucas said.


    "So, where would I work?" Napoleon inquired.


    "Ah, that would be the Emperor''s Office, Your Excellency," Lucas replied. "It''s on the first floor, let me lead the way."


    Lucas led Napoleon and his family down a regal corridor on the first floor.


    Finally, they arrived at the Emperor''s Office. The room was spacious, bathed in soft daylight from therge windows that offered a splendid view of the meticulously manicured gardens. The desk, where Napoleon would soon spend countless hours, stood in the center of the room, surrounded by plush chairs and a well-stocked bookshelf.


    "This shall be your office, Your Excellency," Lucas announced.


    Napoleon looked around, taking in every detail. He imagined himself sitting at the desk, making decisions that would shape the destiny of France and beyond.


    "It''s perfect, Lucas. Thank you for arranging everything so efficiently," he said appreciatively.


    The butler nodded with a smile. "It was my pleasure, Your Excellency. If there is anything else you need or any changes you wish to make, please do not hesitate to let me know," he offered respectfully.


    Momentster, one of the pce staff approached Lucas and whispered.


    "Uhm, Your Excellency, you have visitors."


    "It must be them," Ci said.


    "Yeah, it seems like it," Napoleon agreed.