Chapter 374 Wait What?  

Upon hearing his father's decision, Francis leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful hum escaping him as he mulled over the implications.

"We must carefully consider the consequences, Father," he began cautiously and continued. "Supporting Greek independence won't go unnoticed. If we intervene, the Russians are likely to react — they won't simply stand by. Given their ambitions, they might even align with the Ottomans to thwart our influence in the region."

France, having recently carved its influence in Africa alongside its allies, had effectively cornered Russia into seeking glory through territorial expansion elsewhere. The most viable target for Russian ambitions was Central Asia, a region ripe with opportunity and peril.

He reflected on Russia's southern conquests, particularly their aggressive expansion into Kazakhstan. This move was a clear indication of Russia's determination to extend its dominion, a chess game where land and power were the stakes.

"Our involvement in Greece could ignite a larger conflict, perhaps even a direct confrontation with Russia. We must weigh the potential benefits against the risk of escalating tensions."

"I already considered that," Napoleon said confidently. "The Russians aren't going to partner with the Ottomans. Those two countries hated each other for centuries. There is simply no way."

Francis listened, but his expression remained skeptical. "Even historical rivalries can be set aside when mutual interests align, Father. Russia's desire to expand southward could see them overlooking past animosities with the Ottomans, especially if it means countering our influence in the Mediterranean."

Napoleon leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That may be true, but we have our advantages. Our navy is strong, and we have strategic alliances. We can protect our interests in the Mediterranean while supporting Greek independence. It's a calculated risk, but one that could significantly expand our influence and weaken the Ottomans."

Francis nodded slowly, absorbing his father's perspective. "If we proceed, we need to be prepared for any Russian response. That means concession, father. Is there something we can give to the Russians should they see our presence in the Balkans?" Napoleon nodded his head. "There is one, we will recognize the territory they conquered in Central Asia. That's simply it. Francis, you are making a big deal out of the situation…"

Francis listened intently as Napoleon elaborated, "From a religious standpoint alone, the Orthodox Russians and the Muslim Ottomans have deep-seated differences. This ideological divide is something that cannot be easily bridged, even by mutual interests against us."

"Well, Father, since you are so committed to helping the Greeks, I have no choice but to follow as your son. Do we have contact from Greece?"

"There is one," Napoleon said as he reached into his drawer, pulling out a sealed envelope. "We've been in discreet communication with key Greek revolutionaries. They are eager for support but understandably cautious."

Francis carefully opened the envelope and began to peruse the contents. Inside, he found detailed profiles of several key figures in the Greek revolutionary movement. He recognized some of the names as prominent leaders who had been vocal in their quest for independence.

One name stood out: Alexandros Ypsilantis, a distinguished figure who had gained considerable support among the Greek diaspora. His military experience and strategic insight were crucial assets for the revolution. Ypsilantis had been instrumental in organizing the Filiki Eteria, a secret society dedicated to the liberation of Greece from Ottoman rule.

Another notable name was Theodoros Kolokotronis, a seasoned warrior with a deep understanding of guerrilla warfare. His leadership in the Peloponnesian region could be pivotal in rallying local support against the Ottomans. Kolokotronis was known for his fierce loyalty to the cause and his ability to inspire those around him.

Francis also read about Dionysios Solomos, a passionate poet whose writings inspired a sense of national identity among the Greeks. His words were becoming a rallying cry for freedom, stirring the hearts and minds of young Greeks across the nation.

As he continued reading, Francis noted the diverse backgrounds and skills of these revolutionaries. Their collective experience in military, strategic planning, and cultural influence formed a formidable force against Ottoman rule.

lightsΝοvel.cοm Setting the documents down, Francis pondered the potential of these leaders. Their passion and commitment were evident, but they would need significant support to succeed against the might of the Ottomans. After all, the Greek state under Ottoman rule was impoverished, with limited resources and infrastructure to support a full-scale revolution. Not to mention, the education and awareness among the general populace about their own national identity and the concept of independence were still developing.

"So what role do I have to play for this father?" Francis asked.

"Well, so far nothing. I'll handle everything for now," Napoleon said, causing Francis to get slightly surprised. "Uhm…if there's none father, what's the point of telling me all of this? I thought that I was going to meet those revolutionaries."

"You will in time," Napoleon clarified and added. "What I want you to do is to be with your girl in Germany, and spend time together. You two have been separated for a long time, and you deserve it."

Francis looked slightly taken aback but nodded in understanding. "I see, Father. I thought there was really nothing I could do," Francis replied a hint of relief in his voice. "I'll take your advice and visit Germany. I miss Charlotte a lot anyway."

Napoleon gave a reassuring smile. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do. You are excused."

Francis rose to his feet and faced his father. He then bowed his head slightly in respect. "Thank you, Father."

He left his father's office and to his surprise, outside Daphne was standing there, hands behind her back and looking up at him expectantly.

"Daphne? I didn't expect to see you out here…are you waiting for me?" Francis asked.

"Yes…and I have something exciting to share with you…Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything for you, so long as it is in my capabilities. If it's something illegal, that I can't "If it's something illegal, that I can't promise," Francis said with a half-smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Daphne laughed lightly. "Nothing of that sort, brother. I was thinking, that since brother Tristan and sister Aveline are leaving at the end of the month, we should have a siblings' day out. Just us, bonding and catching up. I thought we could go to the theater, do a bit of shopping, and visit some popular places around Paris. What do you think?"

Francis's face lit up at the suggestion. "That sounds wonderful, Daphne. It's been a while since we all spent time together like that. Are Tristan and Aveline on board with this plan?"

"Yes, they are!" Daphne confirmed enthusiastically. "I've already spoken to them. They're excited about it. We're planning to go later this afternoon. You'll come, won't you?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Francis replied warmly. "It's a great idea, Daphne."

"Perfect!" Daphne beamed. "It's settled then. We meet in the main hall at four in the afternoon. Oh, and dress casually. We're going out as siblings, not as royalty."

Francis chuckled. "Understood. Casual it is. I'll see you at four then."