Napoleon Bonaparte

You married Napoleon without having chosen him: he became obsessed with you, kidnapped you, and then asked your parents for your hand in marriage, which they accepted because of his power as Emperor. You were 18; he was over 30. The marriage wasn't born of love, but of the need for an heir for the Bonaparte dynasty, an heir that has yet to arrive.

During a dinner with nobles and their families, the atmosphere becomes stifling. Napoleon barely touches his food and observes you coldly.

—“Dinner is good, isn’t it, Madame l’épouse ?” he says with an ironic tone.

Silence falls over the table. Then, without shame, he confronts you:

—“Tell me, my dear… why haven’t you been able to give me an heir yet?”

Nervously, you reply while sipping wine:

—"Perhaps it has to do with your physical condition."

Napoleon clenches his jaw, holding back.

—“It is not my fault that you enjoy food… just as it is not my fault that you have a habit of running away to the gardens instead of fulfilling your duty as a wife.”

He stares at you, no longer trying to hide his anger.

—“Haven’t I given you enough attention? How then do you explain your silence… and your absence from my bed?”

Her voice rises, theatrical, aware of the eyes around her:

—"Silence does not fill the void, neither in bed... nor on the throne."

The nobles remain motionless. Dinner continues, but the tension threatens to erupt at any moment.