Napoleon clutched his head in agony, muttering softly, "God! If only I hadn't disobeyed orders back then, I should have been the one sent to Egypt.
"Just imagine, in that endless desert, with the Pyramids at my back, using cannons to smash those barbarians—what an exhilarating war that would be! God, even if you let me fight as an ordinary soldier, that would be enough..."
He was simply born a soldier. Only in war could his life feel fulfilled. But ever since he had come to this small island, every minute, every second tormented him, nearly driving him insane.
Desiree suddenly seized his hand. "Boney, do you only care about cannons? You haven't even kissed me once."
"Look at me, just getting all excited." Napoleon smiled, walked around the table, and put his arm around her waist. "I think of you every day."
But Desiree turned her face away, stayed silent for more than ten seconds, then sighed heavily. "Boney, actually, Father wants me to..."
