Chapter 277 Christmas Eve & Visitor From Austria



On the eve of December 24th, 1801, as the clock struck six in the evening, Paris unveiled itself beneath a resplendent canvas of an orange-hued twilight. The ethereal radiance gently embraced the grand facades of its architectural marvels and trees, casting an enchanting aura over the city.

Amidst this enchanting twilight, a revolutionary marvel graced the cityscape: neon lights, a pioneering technological innovation, embarked on their debut. Paris, a city already renowned for its artistic prowess, now added a vibrant tapestry of colors to its palette. These neon lights breathed new life into the city, infusing it with a luminous, electric vibrancy that left both visitors and locals mesmerized.

It was in France that this groundbreaking leap in lighting technology first found its home, marking a departure from the traditional style of Christmas celebration. Not only that, the day was important to the French people as it was their first time celebrating Christmas due to a decade-long revolution that prevented them from openly observing this sacred holiday. This December 24th was not just a date on the calendar; it symbolized a rekindling of tradition, a return to the cherished customs that had been suppressed for over a decade by the tumultuous waves of revolution.

In the wake of a ten-year-long upheaval that had reshaped the very fabric of French society, this Christmas Eve held a profound significance. The French people, who had long yearned for the freedom to openly celebrate their cherished traditions, now gathered under the luminous glow of neon lights to mark the occasion.

Gone were the days when Christmas was observed in hushed whispers and secret gatherings, for on this night, the streets of Paris bore witness to a public display of joy and merriment. Families strolled hand in hand, buying foods from the Christmas market stalls adorned with wreaths and festive decorations.

Children sang carols with voices as pure as the newly fallen snow, their melodies rising like a chorus of angels amidst the bustling cityscape.

The shop windows, illuminated by both traditional candlelight and modern electric bulbs, displayed an array of treasures that beckoned to passersby. Delicate porcelain figurines, handcrafted wooden toys, and glistening ornaments adorned the displays, which would serve as perfect gifts for loved ones during this special season.

Last but not least, a big Christmas tree was erected in the future sight of the Eiffel Tower. Covered and draped with a tapestry of multicolored lights and shimmering tinsel.

Beneath the grand tree, Parisians of all walks of life gathered, their faces aglow with the warmth. It was a place of unity, where the divisions of the past were forgotten, and the bonds of community were strengthened. As families, friends, and strangers alike gathered around, a sense of togetherness filled the air. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

The guards escorting the carriage dismounted and opened the ornate doors. King Louis stepped out onto the cobblestone courtyard. Just like every building in Paris, the Palace of Versailles was decorated in magnificent Christmas splendor. Garlands of evergreen and red ribbons adorned the grand entrance, and wreaths with golden accents hung from the majestic doors. The courtyard itself was aglow with the soft, warm light of lanterns, casting a magical aura over the palace.

At the main entrance stood the family living on it, the Bonaparte. Louis recognized one of them, Napoleon. The lady standing next to him must be his wife, Ciela, and the two children standing on either side must be their son and daughter.

King Louis approached the family and bowed slightly.

"Welcome, Monsieur Capet to the Palace of Versailles. We have expected your arrival and have prepared accordingly," Napoleon Bonaparte greeted King Louis with a cordial smile. He extended his hand in a friendly gesture, which King Louis accepted reluctantly with a polite nod.

"This is my wife, Ciela Bonaparte. Our son, Francis, and daughter Aveline. We have one coming in two months," Napoleon introduced as he gently rubbed Ciela's bump.

"So you are the former king of France..." Aveline said innocently.

Louis didn't respond, rather, he remained silent.

"So, Monsieur Capet. You are the only one who visited huh? Where are the others?" Napoleon asked after noticing he was alone.

"They are in Vienna, celebrating Christmas Eve," Louis answered. "My visit to France is a personal one so I didn't bring them with me."

"I see...in that case, let us enter and talk about that personal matter in more comfort," Napoleon suggested as he motioned toward the grand doors.