October 30, 1850.
There are less than two days until the opening of the Legislative Assembly.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
With a soft call, Jerome Bonaparte slowly opened his hazy eyes. Feeling a strange sensation in his hands, Jerome Bonaparte first glanced at the beauty beneath him, then turned his gaze to the sky outside the window.
At this moment, the sky outside the window was still sparsely starry, the crows flew south... Sorry, wrong words, the sky outside was still pitch black, with a mysterious full moon hanging high, casting the light borrowed from the sun, and the stars adorned it, indicating a clear day.
Jerome Bonaparte withdrew his gaze and looked again at the beauty sleeping in his arms, the bright moonlight streaming through like a curtain onto her ivory-like smooth back and her plump white bottom.
For a moment, Jerome Bonaparte was entranced. He gently withdrew his right hand, exploring down her back...
"Dong dong dong"
