"So, the British didn't accept our terms, huh?" Napoleon mused, his eyes scanning the paper that Talleyrand had handed to him.
"As expected, Your Excellency. There's no way the British are going to accept the terms you've demanded," Talleyrand replied, his tone carrying an air of certainty. "It appears that only one course of action remains."
"Indeed," Napoleon responded, his expression turning resolute. "We shall have to meet them with force."
"Shall I summon the Minister of War for you?" Talleyrand inquired, already moving to comply.
"Yes, and also prepare a message for dispatch to the member-states of our alliance," Napoleon instructed, his mind already formulating the words he wished to convey.
Talleyrand retrieved a pen and paper, poised to take down the message. "Of course, Your Excellency. What would you like the message to convey?"