"Your Excellency Marshal, please accept the most loyal cheers from France!"
Amid the continuous cheers of "Long live the Marshal, long live the Empire," Prime Minister Opler, a bit of a cabinet nobody, approached the newly appointed Imperial Marshal, Prince Monfort, with a compliment.
Gazing at the unanimous cheers from below the stage, Prince Monfort's thoughts were involuntarily transported back to forty-five years ago, to the era when his brother abolished the Republic and established the Empire, surrounded by France's most loyal army.
Forty-five years later, he too, like his brother, had become a Marshal of the French Republic, embraced by the army, and he believed it would not be long before he re-established his presence on this land.
In France, as long as you controlled the army, you controlled the future.
Unable to resist, Prince Monfort praised the army below the stage: "What a mighty army! What loyal soldiers!"
