Same day but evening.
The clock was seven-thirty in the evening, and the lunch had been prepared by the staff of the Palace of Versailles.
Napoleon II and Empress Elisabeth were already seated on their respective seats, next to one another.
They looked at the dish that was covered by a cloche.
"We are not eating yet?" Elisabeth asked.
"We have a guest," Napoleon II simply replied.
"A guest? Who is it?"
"A Russian diplomat, he says."
"A Russian ambassador perhaps?"
Napoleon II shook his head. "No, more like an aristocrat. He is lucky that I am entertaining him. I'm curious why he wanted to meet me so much."
Moments later, Beaumont entered. "Your Imperial Majesty, Sergey Trubetskoy of the Russian Empire."
Sergey promptly entered the hall and then bowed his head reverently to Napoleon II.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Imperial Majesty," he said fluently in French.
