William sighed. "You know, you're trying to bite off more than you can chew. Asking for help from all of Europe might come back to haunt you later."
Francisco shrugged. "There's nothing else I can do. You know I only want to protect my family—but doing that alone is nearly impossible."
William exhaled heavily, rubbing his temple. "Fine. I'll try to convince Parliament—or maybe even the king. But I can't promise anything about the technology, and I doubt Prussia will agree to it."
Francisco offered a faint smile. "Perhaps they will—if we open the market of the future nation to them."
William frowned, his expression hardening. "Perhaps. You may go now; I'm not in the mood to talk further."
Francisco nodded, bowed slightly, and left the room, the sound of his boots fading down the marble corridor.
William waited a moment before stepping out of his house. Spotting his driver, he entered the carriage and said, "Take me to Buckingham Palace. I need to speak with His Majesty."
