Chapter 359 Daphne's Demand
"Father, the time has come for me to take on a more substantial role within the empire. I have reached the age of eighteen, and I am fully prepared to govern one of our colonial domains with efficacy and diligence. I have successfully completed the rigorous training that my brothers and sister underwent under your tutelage, proving myself worthy of such responsibilities. I am deserving of a chance to demonstrate my capabilities and contribute to the glory of our empire," Daphne articulated with a blend of passion and determination in her voice.
Her eyes, filled with a fervent desire to be of service, locked onto Napoleon's, seeking validation and support. She stood tall, her posture emanating confidence yet laced with a respectful deference characteristic of addressing the Emperor.
Napoleon's brows furrowed as he considered Daphne's words. There was no denying the determination in her voice or the readiness in her eyes. She had indeed grown up, no longer the little girl who used to play in the palace gardens.
"Daphne, I have watched you grow and learn, absorbing knowledge like a sponge and demonstrating a maturity beyond your years," Napoleon began, his tone serious yet laced with a hint of warmth. "You've shown great potential, and I am proud of the woman you've become."
He paused, his gaze unwavering as he weighed his words carefully. "However, governing a colonial domain is no small task. It requires not just intelligence and determination, but also experience and a deep understanding of the complexities involved."
Daphne nodded, her expression serious as she listened intently. She had expected this response, and prepared herself for it.
"I am aware of the challenges, Father. And I am ready to face them head-on," she responded, her voice steady. "I believe that the experience I seek can only be gained through active participation and responsibility. I am ready to learn, to adapt, and to prove myself."
Napoleon fell silent, his gaze shifting away from Daphne as he pondered her words. He had always been a firm believer in the power of experience, in learning through doing. And Daphne, he had to admit, was making a compelling argument.
After a moment of contemplation, he looked back at his daughter, his expression resolute. "Very well. I will consider your request. Come here."
Daphne's eyes lit up in joy as her father really seemed to be taking her request to heart. She stepped closer to his desk, eagerly waiting for what he had to say next. She could feel her heart racing, but she did her best to maintain her composure.
Napoleon walked over to the wall behind his desk draped in a heavy curtain. He pulled a rope and suddenly, the curtain was drawn aside, revealing a large map of the empire with its various colonial domains marked and labeled. Napoleon gestured towards the map, his demeanor shifting to a more instructive tone.
"Each of these colonies is unique, with its own set of challenges and opportunities," he explained. "Governing requires an in-depth understanding of the local culture, economy, and political landscape. You need to be ready to make tough decisions, sometimes under pressure."
Daphne nodded, her eyes scanning the map as she took in the enormity of the empire.
"You have two choices," Napoleon began as he pointed his finger to the map. "There is Canada, or…Australia. I'm going to ask you, which one do you prefer?"
Daphne took a moment to consider her options, her gaze shifting between the two territories on the map. She knew that this decision required careful thought, as each colony presented its own unique challenges and opportunities.
"Canada," she finally said, her voice steady. "I believe that governing Canada would provide me with a valuable learning experience. The political landscape there is complex, and it would allow me to develop my skills in diplomacy and leadership."
"Really? How complex is it?"
"Canada's political complexity stems from its rich history and diverse population," she began. "Originally, much of Canada was part of New France, a colony established by our nation in the early 17th century. However, following the Seven Years' War, France ceded its North American possessions to the British and the Spanish under the Treaty of Paris."
She paused, making sure she had her father's full attention.
"When Britain transferred its ownership of Canada to France after the Second War of the Coalition in 1802, it created a significant shift in the political landscape of the territory."
She continued, her voice steady, "The region, having been under British control for a substantial period, had developed a unique identity, influenced by both British and French cultures. The populace, once subjects of the British Crown, found themselves once again under French governance."
Daphne saw her father's focused gaze and knew she had to make her point clear and compelling.
"This transition, though it reinstated French control, did not automatically ensure the allegiance of the Canadian people to France. The residents of Canada, particularly those of British descent or influence, had to be swayed back, their trust earned. And this is where the complexity lies."
"But the Governor of Canada has been working hard to solve that issue, what makes you think that you'll do a better job than him?" Napoleon said, his gaze piercing through her.
Daphne took a moment to compose her thoughts, aware that her response required both humility and confidence.
"Governor Deschamps has indeed worked diligently to restore French influence in Canada. His efforts have been commendable, and I have nothing but respect for the work he has done. However, as the daughter of the Emperor, I bring with me the weight of the French crown and a unique position of influence. My presence in Canada would send a strong message of our commitment to the colony and could serve to strengthen the bonds between the locals and France."
Napoleon rubbed his chin, contemplating Daphne's response. He couldn't deny that she had a point. Her answers were good and straight to the point.
"Ever since you were born, Daphne. I have been thinking of what territory I should give you. Since you have selected Canada, then I'll give you Canada." Napoleon declared.
"Thank you, Father. I am grateful for this opportunity and I promise you, I will not let you down," she said, her voice filled with determination.
Suddenly—there was a knock on the door.
"Your Imperial Majesty, the Minister of Social Affairs and Health of France wants to have an audience with you urgently. He said that it's a matter of national security!"
A voice came from behind, and it sounded urgent. Napoleon tensed as he wondered what it was.
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