December 13, 1829.
At the king's bedchamber of Versailles. Napoleon II's eyes fluttered open as sunlight streamed through the slits between the curtains of the window. He felt something heavy on his chest and when he looked to check, his eyes widened.
Elisabeth's head rested against him, hair spread loosely across his skin. One arm lay draped over his torso, her hand curled near his ribs. She breathed soundly, like she was having a good night's sleep.
And then, events from night surfaced in Napoleon II's mind. The teasing into doing the deed had actually happened. He could remember it vividly, her moans, her gasping breath when he inserted it. It was a surreal experience for him.
They actually did it. And that's the reason why she was bare naked with only the quilt covering her figure.
