They were escorted to a more private room which kind of looked like a museum.
The moment they stepped inside, their eyes went to the displays encased in glass. Napoleon I moved first, boots echoing lightly across the polished floor as he approached the central pedestal. His attention locked onto the scale model resting under the lights.
The first was the Richelieu-inspired battleship.
The model sat nearly a meter long, mounted on brass supports. Every line of the hull had been reproduced in miniature, the long, clean bow, the armored deck stepped in measured tiers, the superstructure compact and purposeful. Even reduced in scale, it radiated mass.
Napoleon I leaned closer.
His gaze tracked the silhouette from bow to stern, studying the layout the way a commander reads a battlefield.
"The guns…" he murmured.
They were not arranged along the sides.
