Reincarnated as Napoleon



Napoleon slowly stirred from his slumber, his eyes fluttering open as the first rays of morning light spilled into the room. He found Ciela's head nestled against his chest, her soft breaths creating a gentle rhythm against his skin. The warmth of her body pressed against his filled him with a sense of contentment that he couldn't quite put into words. It was a feeling of complete and utter belonging as if they were two puzzle pieces that had finally found their perfect fit.

Napoleon's fingers traced delicate patterns along Ciela's bare arm, relishing the softness of her skin beneath his touch.

As Ciela stirred, her eyelashes fluttered against his chest, and her eyes met his.

"Good morning, my love," he whispered, his voice a gentle caress in the hushed stillness of the room.

Ciela stretched languidly, arching her back and letting out a soft sigh of contentment. Her fingers grazed Napoleon's cheek, tracing the contours of his face with a touch that conveyed a thousand unspoken sentiments.

"Good morning, Napoleon," she cooed. "Did you just wake up?"

Napoleon's lips curled into a playful smile as he basked in the morning glow that radiated from Ciela's eyes. He relished these intimate moments. In fact, this is one of the moments he missed when he was in Africa and the Middle East.

"I did," Napoleon simply replied. "So, how are you feeling?"

Ciela rubbed her waist. "You went hard yesterday darling…I think I won't be able to walk straight for a few days."

Napoleon's playful smile transformed into a sheepish grin as he recalled the passion and intensity they had shared the previous night.

"Well, you asked for it right? Don't blame me…"

"It's not that I'm blaming you, dummy," Ciela replied.

Napoleon stroked his wife's silky hair, and then her cheeks. "You are so cute…makes me want to pinch your cheek…"

Napoleon pinched Ciela's cheek playfully and a soft giggle escaped her lips as she swatted his hand away.

"Moah…stop it~!" Ciela protested with a playful pout.

Napoleon stopped pinching Ciela's cheek and sighed. "Ah…how I missed this. You know when I was in Egypt I felt kind of sad because you are not there with me. Like who am I going to cuddle with?"

"Well, I'm sure you have met a number of girls there," Ciela said, rolling her eyes teasingly.

"What? Why would I do that when I have the most beautiful wife in the world?" Napoleon replied. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Ciela's forehead.

"You always know just what to say," she murmured. "You have a way of making me feel like the most cherished woman in the world."

Napoleon's hand gently cradled Ciela's face, his thumb tracing the curve of her lips. "Because you are, my love," he whispered. "I'm just as scared of losing you as you are of losing me. You know when I heard of Hippolyte Charles hitting on you, you know what my first reaction was?"

"What?"

"Jealousy," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Jealousy at the mere thought of someone else admiring your beauty, of another man daring to cast his eyes upon you. I couldn't bear the idea of someone else trying to claim what is rightfully mine. Good thing that I scared him to the point he won't even dare approach you. Speaking of which, is he still trying to bother you?"

Ciela shook her head. "No, miraculously, he stopped sending letters and flowers after you confronted him. Don't worry, I won't fall for that guy."

"Well if he ever dares approach you, even though I know you can handle him by yourself, just tell me. I will send him to heaven."

Ciela chuckled at Napoleon's overprotectiveness and then a thought appeared on her mind.

"Uhm…darling, there is something I must say to you," Ciela said.

"What is it, honey?"

"I want to leave my life of hunting people behind now and just be a simple mother to your children and a wife to you," Ciela announced. "There's not much of a threat to you now. Well, there is King Louis but his popularity is not as high as yours to the people. So I want to live a normal life now. You can protect us right?"

Napoleon's heart swelled after hearing that. The thought of Ciela not doing an assassination that would probably endanger her life filled Napoleon with relief.

"I will protect our family," Napoleon vowed. "You can leave the rest to me."

Ciela's eyes softened with gratitude as she gazed into Napoleon's earnest gaze. She felt an overwhelming sense of peace knowing that her husband would always be there to shield their family from harm. It was a weight lifted off her shoulders, allowing her to fully embrace the role of a loving wife and devoted mother.

She nestled closer to Napoleon, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace. His arms enveloped her protectively. They lay there in comfortable silence, their bodies entwined as they savored the simple pleasure of being together.

"I think we should get up now," Ciela suggested.

"No…let us stay still for a little longer. It has been a year since we last had a moment like this, just the two of us," Napoleon said, his embrace tightening around Ciela.

"F-Fine..! I'll let you cuddle me," Ciela replied, she relaxed further into Napoleon's masculine arms. The way Napoleon is wrapping his arms around her stirred something within her. It was like she was getting turned on.

"Ciela…is it just me or your body is getting hotter?" Napoleon asked.

Ciela's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at Napoleon's observation. She shifted slightly in his embrace, her body pressing closer to his, reveling in the heat that radiated between them.

A mischievous smile played on Napoleon's lips as he ran his fingers gently along the contours of her body.

Ciela moaned and protested softly. "Stop~!"

Napoleon's fingers paused their gentle exploration, and he looked into Ciela's eyes, his playful expression turning tender. "Are you sure, my love? Do you want me to stop?"

As Napoleon was waiting for an answer, he couldn't help stopping himself from biting her ear lobes.

Ciela moaned again, enjoying the stimulation Napoleon is giving to her. She also started feeling his finger resuming its trail on her curves. She couldn't contain herself anymore and conceded.