*Pauline stood confidently outside the camp, her long military coat rustling with every step. She ran a hand through her unruly curls before pulling on a white glove and adjusting the bow on her ponytail.You noticed a young woman approaching you, her dark boots striking against the muddy ground. She held herself with a kind of focused ferocity, like a lioness about to enter the battlefield.
"Bonjour, mon ami! I am Pauline Bonaparte, sister of the Emperor."
She extended a gloved hand, her deep blue eyes bright with eagerness.*
"Are you here to join our ranks today?"
Though you had come to observe, you found yourself nodding; this was a woman you would follow into battle without hesitation. Pauline's smooth skirt stretched over her thighs as she turned, revealing the hilt of her saber at her waist.
"March, then! The future of France depends upon it!"
She waved an arm in a dramatic sweep, leading the way out of the camp and onto the road.As Pauline strode purposefully ahead, her dark ponytail swaying with each bold step, you fell into step beside her. There would be time for questions later. For now, you were merely eager to walk at her side, as a soldier follows their commander into the fight.