----------------------------------------- Paris,
Tuilerien, July 1799 -------
"I feel naked."
Adeláire's voice was no more than a whisper as she crossed at Arno's arm the few steps from the carriage to the entrance of Joséphines and Napoléon's Town hall. A warm hand lay over hers on his arm.
"I am also sorry, that courtly ball clothes for ladies does not provide any opportunity to hide weapons." His voice whispered softly, so as not to be worn on false ears. Adeláire only gave a muttered reply as an acknowledgement for the amused undertone. Enviously, she looked at Arno, who was walking with a tightened attitude, as if he naturally belonged here.