Hauenschild Palace, 50 kilometers north of Austerlitz.
The Hauenschild Palace served as a residence for the head of states of head of state of the coalition forces. Each of them had personalized state rooms where they could fulfill their diplomatic duties of their countries and a bedroom where they could sleep.
Today, August 31th, 1804. The three heads of state were sleeping in their respective bedrooms—Until someone forced their way inside.
"Your Majesty!"
Tsar Paul I was roused from his slumber by the urgent voice. He blinked away the remnants of sleep, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room.
"Your Majesty, wake up!" the voice insisted, more insistent this time.
Tsar Paul, I threw off his heavy blankets and sat up in his bed, instantly alert.
"What's the matter with you, Alexei? Can't you see I'm sleeping?"