"Father, we must consider the well-being of our people," Alexander implored, his tone firm yet respectful. "Continuing this war will only bring more suffering to Russia."
Tsar Paul I, his face red with anger, slammed his fist on the table. "This is treason, Alexander! You dare to challenge your Emperor in his own palace?"
Alexander remained composed. "It's not treason to seek peace. The coalition forces are overpowering us. Our people are starving. It's our duty to protect them, even if it means negotiating."
"How can you speak of negotiation?" Tsar Paul I roared, his voice echoing off the walls. "We are the Russian Empire! We do not bow to invaders!"
Alexander sighed, his frustration evident. "It's not about bowing, Father. It's about making hard choices for the greater good. Our army is dwindling, our resources are stretched thin, and the people are losing hope."