A week passed by like a blur and now it was the crowning ceremony.
Napoleon II was in his dressing room in Versailles, looking at the mirror where he donned the Imperial Costume that Napoleon I wore during his coronation. There's only clothes for now as his father would symbolically give him the scepter and the crown at Notre Dame.
Today, he was more nervous than at the wedding. A wedding is simply a union between him and Princess Elisabeth. Although it was an important occasion, nothing truly beats a crowning ceremony.
Elisabeth entered without announcement.
The door opened, closed, and the room settled again.
She wore imperial colors that mirrored his, the one that Josephine wore during the crowning ceremony.
Napoleon II turned from the mirror.
"You're dressed already," she said.
"So are you."
She stepped closer, boots quiet on the floor. Stopped at arm's length. Looked him over the way officers did before inspection—checking seams, posture, the fall of the cloak.
