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... the viceroy met with his closest aides. The air was heavy with the scent of melted wax and ink. Outside, the distant murmur of the city filtered through the open shutters — laughter, carriage wheels, the occasional bark of a soldier’s order.
Viceroy Ezpeleta frowned, his voice low. "With that connection to a Prussian general, it will be harder to move against that boy."
An aide tried to downplay the concern. "But he’s from Prussia — just a small kingdom, far from Spain."
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