October 2nd, 1834. At the Palace of Versailles.
Beaumont entered his office and informed.
"Your Imperial Majesty, your father is here."
"Father?" Napoleon II lifted his gaze from the documents he was reading.
He did not stand immediately.
Beaumont kept his posture straight. "Yes, Your Imperial Majesty. Emperor Napoleon."
There was no need to clarify which one.
Napoleon II closed the folder in front of him. The paper edges met with a soft tap against the desk.
"Send him in."
Beaumont bowed and stepped out.
For a brief moment, the office was quiet. Napoleon II rose from his chair, not in haste, but not slowly either. He adjusted his cuffs once. He did not pace.
The door opened.
Napoleon Bonaparte entered.
Napoleon II stepped around his desk.
"Father."
"Napoleon. I see that you are working hard for the Empire," he said, looking at his desk.
"I didn't expect that you would come here, father. At least inform me so that I can prepare a proper reception."
