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"Well?" the emperor asked me as soon as I set foot in the little room. UK was seated with the greatest elegance and power that his position gave him. And I felt dwarfed, as if instead of being a representative, a prince, an heir, he was reduced to an unscrupulous and lying adolescent.

I had to buy time for my thoughts to settle, so I quietly walked around the room, taking each step slowly and carefully, before sitting on the sofa, facing the sullen Englishman.

-United Kingdom, I ask of his kindness and good integrity that the issues we discuss are taken under the arm of his discretion and sense of a good Christian- I begged calmly. My terms were simple, silence in exchange for a confession.

-Very well, so it will be- the emperor granted me. I know that I have complained about the UK with my previous words, but that does not mean that I do not consider it a good friend. He will be one of those personalities who likes to do things his own way, but he is a good confidant.

-Well, surely it will be evident by now who those children are. So my words will only serve to confirm what your logic has already told you...

"They are your father's children," the emperor concluded.

-It's right. The colonies are not derivatives, but were born from the union, from miscegenation.

-Dear Lord- UK exclaimed frightened. All this time your father denied the existence of the colonies. He called it the "Viceroyalty" regime, claiming that only he would have control of the new lands.

"Well, in theory it is so," he commented calmly. Hasn't he seen how small they are? It's been more than 50 years since we subdued these lands under the crown, and they still look and act like infants. They don't even have a guardian and what they've suffered...

-And this is wrong?

I looked up in confusion and horror.

I mean, what's the point of educating them? Your function is for our benefit, never yours, my Prince.

It was the old thought. Having a colony only served the purpose of strengthening the main representation. Now do you understand why genocide was important? By finishing with the native people, you have the freedom for your colonists to manifest another part of you, which will be at your complete disposal. A copy that will only think about how to serve you and be useful, because the settlers love their original homeland, because they do not seek to develop beyond what the homeland tells them. Copy and slave, that's the colonies.

The case with my brothers, me and other representations is different, as we are "children" and not "copies"; we can function more freely. However, we continue to be similar, since without the intentions of development, we will not be able to grow.

However, there was a fundamental difference that I would take care to highlight.

"You're wrong," I replied, trying to sound calm. They are my brothers and sisters, children of my father, the Spanish Empire. They are not simple copies. It is your birthright to receive an adequate education, resources and autonomy, just as I did.

-You are a fool, Spain- rebutted UK- What you say is an act of rebellion and blasphemy.

"It's justice!" I demanded. Why did the world insist on telling me that they were different from me? They were born of sin, I would never deny it, fruits of shame, trees of treason But! They were already in our garden, dammit.

-So you think? Justice for whom Spain? Now I understand why Castilla went into seclusion. I can't believe that your father did something so base there, but tell me, does he have justice? I see him in perfect health. You? If you are the heir who is carrying something that does not belong to him. Besides, I already saw what these colonies are, nothing more than wild, impulsive and dirty beings.

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