"Where else can we go? Of course, to rally support for our Prince!"
Mathilde, sitting in front of Jerome Bonaparte, got up and looked at him with eyes full of love and relief. She gently brushed aside the strands of golden hair hanging on his forehead with her slender fingers.
Jerome Bonaparte stood obediently in front of Princess Mathilde, gazing at her. For this woman who played the dual role of sister and mother in the family, he felt nothing but gratitude in his heart.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment as Mathilde and Jerome Bonaparte looked at each other, seeing concern in each other's eyes.
After a while, Mathilde came back to her senses, a faint inexplicable blush on her face. Jerome Bonaparte, seeing his shy sister, couldn't help but laugh.
