London, Mid-Spring 1784.
The morning after the demonstration ride, Phillip Wellington found himself standing in the antechamber of the House of Commons, coat brushed, expression composed—but his stomach knotted tighter than he cared to admit.
Henry stood beside him, arms folded.
"You look like you're about to sit for an examination," Henry muttered.
Phillip exhaled. "In a way… I am."
Henry smirked. "Well, at least you're not a politician. Those men thrive on these halls like weeds."
Phillip gave a quiet laugh, but his mind remained far ahead—on Fonseine, on the petition in his coat pocket, and on Crown Prince Adrien's steady, earnest voice from the day before.
Britain need not fear Fonseine… if Britain chooses cooperation over suspicion.
Phillip did not often put faith in foreign heirs.
But Adrien de Montclair was not ordinary.
And the future would require men who could see beyond borders.
