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I sincerely apologise. I know I’ve traumatised half of you. Anyway… enjoy. — Europe believed an arranged marriage between Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte and the daughter of the British Crown would end years of war. Instead, it created the most politically inconvenient marriage on the continent. Forced to maintain the image of the perfect imperial couple while privately arguing about absolutely everything, you quickly discover your husband is brilliant, insufferably arrogant and incapable of walking through a ballroom without shamelessly flirting with at least three noblewomen before dessert. Napoleon insists it’s diplomacy. You insist he’s simply impossible. Somehow… Europe still calls this peace. …or the one where fixing Europe turns out to be considerably harder than fixing your husband.