Francisco finished his dinner quickly and returned to his room. Thanks to the agreement with the ambassador, he finally had complete privacy there. He sat at his desk and began writing immediately. Catalina slipped in quietly after him and sat on the bed, watching him with a soft, mesmerized expression as he concentrated.
He wrote for nearly two hours. When he finally stopped and looked beside him, Catalina was already asleep. Smiling faintly, he blew out the candle and prepared to lie down.
The moment the light vanished, Catalina stirred."Did you already finish?" she whispered.
Francisco smiled and nodded."That's right. And thank you for watching over me. I got a bit obsessed… Now that I know independence is our only choice—for us and for the family—I have to start thinking about what kind of system the new country should have."
Catalina's brows drew together anxiously."Do you really think it's necessary? Is it truly… definite?"
