In a small banquet hall on the side of the National Palace, the heavy oak doors were pushed open by two expressionless soldiers of the Presidential Guard.
Lawrence Constantine Stuart, Vice President of the Texas Temporary Government, walked in with slightly unsteady steps.
His face was pale, not out of hunger, but because of anger and the humiliating search he had just endured, which was almost an insult to his dignity.
His buttocks were pried apart, and they even stuck fingers inside!
F***!
To hell, this feeling made him feel humiliated.
The banquet hall was decorated in an exquisite yet understated manner, the long mahogany dining table covered with a white linen tablecloth set with shiny silver cutlery and crystal glasses.
Paintings depicting scenes from the Mexican War of Independence hung on the walls.
There was also a portrait of Victor in military uniform.
A gift from a Mexican painter.
Oh, now the other side is the director of the Mexican Museum.
