Reincarnated as Napoleon II-Chapter 194: The Agreement

Hofburg Palace, Vienna.

April 1st, 1836.

The same room had been chosen for a meeting.

The table had been cleared of unnecessary papers. Only the final documents remained, placed at the center, aligned, waiting. The terms had not changed since they were first presented. No revisions had been requested. No additional conditions added.

The decision had already been made.

Now it would be spoken.

Archduke Louis stood near the table, his posture unchanged from the previous meeting. Metternich remained near the window, hands behind his back, watching the room without moving. Kolowrat stood by the door, holding a thin folder that contained the formal response prepared the night before.

Emperor Ferdinand was already seated.

This time, his posture was steadier.

Not relaxed.

But settled.

There was no movement in the room beyond the occasional shift of weight or the quiet adjustment of a sleeve. No one spoke. There was nothing left to discuss among themselves.

They had done that already.

The doors opened.

The French ambassador entered, accompanied by two aides.

He moved with the same measured pace as before, stopping at the center of the room before giving a respectful bow.

"Your Imperial Majesty."

Ferdinand looked at him for a moment, then gave a small nod.

"You are punctual," he said.

The ambassador straightened.

"The situation requires it."

His name was announced formally by Kolowrat, though it had already been recorded in their correspondence.

"Ambassador Étienne de Vaucourt, representative of the French Empire."

The ambassador inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment.

Louis gestured toward the table.

"Let us proceed."

The ambassador stepped forward.

His aides remained behind him, silent, carrying nothing. The document case he had brought during the previous meeting was absent this time.

There was no need for it.

The terms were already known.

Metternich moved away from the window and took his place beside the table. Kolowrat stepped forward and placed the prepared document at the center.

It remained closed.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then Ferdinand did.

"We have reviewed the terms carefully," he said and added. "We understand their implications. Territorial. Financial. Political."

A brief pause followed.

Then he spoke the decision.

"Austria will accept the terms."

The words settled in the room.

There was no shift in posture from the ambassador. No visible reaction. Only a slight inclination of his head, acknowledging what had been said.

"I will inform the Emperor of the French," Vaucourt replied. "France accepts your surrender."

Metternich spoke before Ferdinand could respond.

"It is not a surrender."

The ambassador turned slightly toward him.

Metternich’s expression had not changed.

"We are ending the war," he said.

Vaucourt held his gaze for a moment.

"Your forces have withdrawn," he said. "Your positions in Italy have collapsed. French troops are inside your territory."

"All of which is understood," Metternich replied.

"Then what would you call it?" the ambassador asked.

Metternich did not hesitate.

"A decision."

"I see, so you want to frame it that Austria chose to end the war," Vaucourt said.

Metternich met his gaze without shifting.

"We did," he replied.

There was no change in tone. No attempt to soften the statement. It was delivered as a matter of fact, not argument.

Vaucourt considered that for a moment, then gave a small nod.

"The distinction will be recorded as you have stated it," he said. "France has no interest in altering your internal narrative."

Kolowrat spoke next.

"It is not a matter of narrative," he said. "It is a matter of accuracy."

Vaucourt did not contest it.

Louis stepped forward and placed a hand lightly against the table.

"The outcome is clear," he said. "The reasons behind it are equally clear. We will not obscure either."

The ambassador inclined his head slightly.

"Then we are in agreement."

Ferdinand looked between them, then toward the document.

"Proceed with the formalities," he said.

Kolowrat opened the folder he had been holding and withdrew the prepared acceptance. The paper was set beside the French terms, aligned carefully before being turned toward the Emperor.

Ferdinand did not rush.

He read the first lines again, though he had already reviewed them the night before. His eyes moved across the text without pause. No section required clarification.

Everything had already been decided before he entered the room.

When he reached the end, he took the pen placed beside the document and signed it.

When it was done, he placed the pen back on the table.

Kolowrat stepped forward, took the document, and passed it across to Vaucourt.

The ambassador accepted it and opened it briefly, his eyes scanning the signature and the formal language beneath it. He did not linger.

"It will be transmitted immediately," he said.

Louis nodded once.

"Then the war ends today."

"Yes," Vaucourt replied.

Metternich spoke again.

"Clarify the terms of cessation," he said.

The ambassador turned slightly toward him.

"French forces will halt further advance beyond current positions," he said. "No movement toward Vienna or deeper into Austrian territory will occur."

"And the occupied regions?" Kolowrat asked.

"Transition will begin at once," Vaucourt replied. "Administrative control in Lombardy and Venetia will be transferred in stages. Coordination will involve both French and local authorities aligned with Naples."

Louis remained still.

"And Austrian personnel?"

"Withdrawal will be conducted under supervision," Vaucourt said. "No interference, provided it follows the agreed schedule."

Metternich added,

"And no reprisals."

"There will be none," the ambassador replied.

The answer came without delay.

Kolowrat continued.

"The reparations commission?"

"It will be established within the week," Vaucourt said. "Representatives from both sides will determine the structure of payment. It will not be immediate extraction."

"That is understood," Kolowrat replied.

Ferdinand leaned slightly forward.

"And this concludes all demands?"

"Yes," Vaucourt said. "As stated in the treaty."

Ferdinand held his gaze for a moment.

Then nodded once.

"Good."

There was a brief silence.

No one spoke.

No one needed to.

The purpose of the meeting had been fulfilled.

Vaucourt closed the document and handed it to one of his aides, who secured it without a word.

"There will be further correspondence regarding implementation," the ambassador said. "But as of this moment, hostilities between our nations have ceased."