"Is France not afraid of the Austrian Empire joining forces with the Russian Empire?"
An infuriated Richard Metternich blurted out, and moments later, he regretted his actions. He had committed an unforgivable error for a diplomat: allowing personal emotions to influence foreign policy.
His father, Prince Metternich, had once told him that a person overwhelmed by emotions could never become a true diplomat, for a single careless word could make a nation pay for his mistake.
An excellent diplomat must always maintain a calm mind, something Richard Metternich clearly lacked at this moment.
"Your Majesty, I..." Richard Metternich attempted to rectify his earlier mistake. As he looked into Jerome Bonaparte's eyes, he saw a bone-chilling indifference, as if Jerome viewed him as nothing more than a pathetic ant.
