Long live the Sire. (Napoleon x Alexander.)

War and Friendship.

After the treaty in Tilsit, Napoleon decided to make more plans to meet with the Russian Tsar. They decided to meet at the end of July to Discuss more about their recent treaty. As Napoleon stood on the deck, gazing out over the tranquil waters, anticipation coursed through him. The salty breeze tugged at his coat, mingling with the faint scent of sea spray. In the distance, the silhouette of a ship gradually emerged from the horizon, its sails billowing in the breeze. This was the vessel carrying Tsar Alexander I.

As the ship drew nearer, Napoleon's heart quickened with a blend of excitement and apprehension. He straightened his posture, adjusting his uniform with a sense of purpose. Every detail had been meticulously planned—the honor guard in impeccable formation, the flags fluttering proudly in the wind, the deck polished to a gleaming sheen. This was to be a meeting of equals, a momentous occasion in the annals of history.

As the ship finally docked alongside Napoleon's waiting vessel, a sense of electricity filled the air. The gangplank descended with a soft thud, and there, descending with regal grace, was Tsar Alexander I himself, the one and the only. Dressed in resplendent attire befitting his station, he exuded an air of authority tempered with curiosity.

Napoleon's gaze met Alexander's, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. Here were two titans of their age, poised on the brink of destiny. With a courteous nod, Napoleon extended his hand in welcome, gesturing for Alexander to join him on deck. They shook hands. Mikhail Kutuzov stood behind the Tsar to the left while Jean Lannes stood behind Napoleon to the right whilst they exchanged pleasantries. Napoleon leaned forward a pressed a soft kiss against Alexander's lips. Alexander, taken aback by the unexpected display of affection, nonetheless returned the kiss with a warm smile. The kiss, a symbol of diplomacy and camaraderie, served to underscore the significance of their meeting and the great potential for the collaboration between their nations. Napoleons breath was heavy as he pulled away, he then turned to Jean who nodded in agreement and guided the men to a white horse with a soft blonde mane. Napoleon hopped upon the horse and Jean held a rope that was attached to the horses headcollar.

"My deepest apologies, Monsieur Alexander. I wish i could've found a horse for you to travel on. Unfortunately the beauté noire had some issues cooperating. I don't doubt that Jean will have an issue guiding you though!" Napoleon quickly finished, his accent glazing softly over his words.

The Tsar was warned of these actions from Napoleon, he was so often self centred, no matter how hard he tried to seem nice, his selfish thoughts always seemed to creep up on him. Despite this, Alexander didn't seem to mind his actions, infact, he looked more intrigued than anything else. Jean pulled on the rope attached to the horse and it began to move, carrying Napoleon. Tsar and Mikhail followed closely beside the large beast, letting Jean lead the way to the Château de Fontainebleau.