Mon amour, ma vie

18

Napoléon looked down at the delicate ring in his fingers. It was silver, with a large green teardrop shaped stone in the middle. Around it were smaller diamonds. Napoléon had it specially made for you. He was soon planning on asking you to marry him and he finally had the perfect ring for such a beautiful woman.

It was now early September and all the flowers had died, but Napoléon had made sure some from the South were brought in for you. He knew how the flowers made you feel better. He looked out to the setting sun and smiled. Dinner would soon be ready.

He left the balcony and made his way downstairs to the dining hall where he found you putting down plates, the other maids had seemed to leave.

"What are you doing?" He asked kindly, wondering why you were doing this alone.

"Well, I have to do something, and I wanted to cook tonight for you. I just wanted some alone time with the man I love." You said, walking over and pecking his lips. He smiled at your sweetness.

"What did you make?" He asked, sitting down.

"Chicken Marengo. I know how much you love it." You said, going out to get the chicken in the oven. Chicken Marengo was Napoléon's absolute favorite, you just hoped you made it correctly for him.

You came out with the pot and served him his chicken and kissed his forehead.

"How did I get so lucky?" Napoléon said as you sat down.

"More like how did I get so lucky." You said, smiling at him.

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Dinner had been a quiet affair for you two. Napoléon flattered you by saying it was the best dish he ever had and wishing you cooked more often. You promised him you would, but only for him.

He took you out for a walk in the field next to the palace and lay down next to you. You took the last of the summer flowers and put them in his hair. Only you could ever be allowed to put flowers in his dark hair.

"You'll go now in history as my French flower lady." Napoléon said, laughing and getting on top of you. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him.

"That's fine by me!" You said, thinking you two were about to have sex, something you two hadn't been doing as often since well, you know.

"y/n, I need to ask you something." He said, brushing back the hairs on your face.

"Yes?"

"I have loved you for a while now, longer than anything else. You are more precious than France itself, I intoxicat myself with your beauty every breathing moment. Y/n m/n l/n, will you do me the honor and marry me?"

"YES! Oh Napoléon! I love you! I love you!" You said, kissing him passionately. You two didn't stop until he pulled off and took a beautiful ring out of his pocket. It was a green teardrop shaped gem with diamonds around it.

"Oh Napoléon, it's so beautiful, you shouldn't have. I can't imagine how much this cost..."

"Nonsense, my cherie. It's nothing compared to the most beautiful woman in the world who bears it." He said.

"Oh I love you!" You said, pulling him to you.

Life couldn't get better than this.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, the next one will be bigger I promise. I'm just trying to get this book done before my birthday. I hope you liked it!