Ma relation avec Napoléon (My Relationship with Napoleon)

Over the course of my political career, I have served as a prime minister for many royal authorities, but none more willingly, and reluctantly, than my service under Napoleon Bonaparte.

With the rise of Napoleon in the latter years of the French Revolution, I was made his foreign minister in 1797 due to my unparalleled diplomatic skills (how else would I have been able to serve as both Napoleon’s and Louis XVIII’s foreign minister, whom were political enemies against each other.) Some of my few achievements concerning Napoleon includes the support I presented that helped Napoleon gain power with the Consulate (which ultimately led to Napoleon’s dictatorship over France) and helping bring about the Concordat, which removed the threat of the Catholic Church and gave Napoleon even more power over religious affairs.

But as time passed, Napoleon has become even more dictatorial over the French Empire, which has prompted me to spoil his overly ambitions. After Napoleon’s decision to gain the Spain, I resigned but remained in the imperial council and continued as a grand chamberlain till 1809. Ironically though, my own house (uhhh…since when did my house become worthy of imprisonment?) was decided to be the prison of the Spanish Royalty after Napoleon’s invasion from 1803-1813. Anyways, as Napoleon’s power continued to increase, I believed that a strong Austrian Empire was needed to maintain stability among the European countries. My first step was to persuade my Russian ally, Czar Alexander I, to detest Napoleon’s designs for the attack on Austria. The opposition he presented to Napoleon was weak (come on Czar, grow a pair and show him who’s boss…besides, he’s short.) and I had to reinforce the Russian monarch’s confidence. My work was paid off as we rebuked Napoleon's attempts to form a direct anti-Austrian military alliance.

Anyways, Napoleon soon found out about my actions and called me out for treason, though he believed that killing me was not worth the time. He even metaphorically insulted me, saying that I was a “shit in a silk stocking” (that was weak by the way).

"Pity that so great a man should have been so badly brought up!"

After his decision to invade Russia (I was a harsh critic and besides, the invasion failed miserably), we officially parted our separate ways (although he did come back and recruit me when he regained his power, but I declined as he was past his prime).