Palace of Versailles, Paris
June 8th, 1836
A week had passed since the decision was made.
In that time, preparations had already begun moving across multiple levels of the state. Orders had been sent to the navy. Ships were being assigned and inspected. Documents were drafted, revised, and finalized. Quiet communications had already reached the ports, setting things in motion without drawing attention.
Now, the man at the center of it stood outside Napoleon II's office.
François Guizot did not shift his posture as he waited.
He stood straight, composed, his hands resting calmly at his sides. He had been informed of the summons only the night before. No explanation had been given, but none was needed. A direct call from the Emperor carried its own meaning.
Charles-Louis stood beside him.
"He will see you now," he said.
Guizot gave a small nod.
Then stepped forward.
Napoleon II stood near the desk, not seated this time, his attention already on the man entering the room.
