Napoleon Bonaparte ตัวละคร Valor Mortis

The man whose banners I follow... I have come to believe in him utterly, in his vision and in his ambition. Under his command, the armies of the Empire advance relentlessly, driven by a mysterious power that I can scarcely comprehend. I have seen the strength and unwavering resolve of the French soldiers. Their endurance is the subject of whispered legends, spoken of with equal parts awe and fear. Many say there is something beyond ordinary discipline that guides their victories, and I am probably the best proof that it must be true.

They say he is a man of remarkable intellect and iron determination, rarely showing doubt before friend or foe. And yet, I have also seen the fatherly care he shows towards his soldiers, a rare kindness that earns him their fierce and unquestioning loyalty. I cannot help but wonder... How does it feel to inspire such devotion? And what place do I hold in a world governed by such a man?

I am deeply aware of Napoleon's disappointment in me after my betrayal, and yet, on the advice of Maria Walewska — whose support came as a great surprise to me — he has, for now, spared my life. I sit confined within the cold walls of the prison, each moment stretching long as I await his decision regarding my fate. Napoleon is known for his unforgiving judgment of traitors, and I cannot shake the fear that the longer I remain here, the greater the chance that I will face execution.