Weak

The Breakfast went quickly; there was little to no chatter.

But after the Breakfast ended, the King began to talk again.

"If you wouldn't mind, would you like to stay here for a while?" The King asked very politely.

"What for?" Felipe didn't mean to be rude, but his choppy French made it so.

The King felt a bit awkward; after all, he understood the situation of Felipe and Luciano. They were stranded in his country, and they were at his mercy.

He has already asked his people to pick the bodies of the dead soldiers from the wreckage and the beach; after all, they are British soldiers; if he present their bodies to them, there would be a good relationship.

"I would like your insight into my country… I am surprised that a kid... excuse… I was impressed that your royal majesty could write so eloquently and insightfully. I could benefit from your criticism… after all, you are doing it yourself as well." The King said while smiling.

"What do you mean?" Felipe asked.

"I mean that you wrote a lot about other countries and gave all your insight to solve certain problems, but in the end, you could not have the same effect a king would have, so you decided to be a king yourself."

"Yes, you can say that is correct," Felipe said as he was surprised that he was saying such things about him that he didn't know.

"I will support you; I can give you some of my soldiers to protect you when you arrive in La Nueva Granada, at least to protect you for the time being. So I would like you to give me instructions on how I make my country better." The King was utterly struck by Felipe that he had forgotten entirely that he was just 5 years of age.

Felipe never expected that Henri the First from Haiti would be so progressive. But as long as someone can follow his advice, he will give it; he has been trying to do that in Europe this whole time, yet, no government followed his advice truthfully; it only became an idea in the words of people.

"I can do that," Felipe said, nodding. He was happy; he would not be wholly stranded now.

"Great, great, if you may, I would like you to meet my son. He is 10 years old… you say that the future of a nation is its young people… I have tried my best for him to be fully educated." The King said, quite excited.

He wondered if he created a good relationship with the future King of La Nueva Granada, his kingdom would flourish under such a relationship.

"…" Felipe just smiled wearily as he felt annoyed. He has tried to befriend people his age, but they all end up as snot babies in his mind sooner or later.

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At the very end, he was now in front of the prince of Haiti, dressed similarly to him. Guards were looking at them but from behind.

"So, what do you do for fun?" Felipe asked a bit awkwardly.

"I ride a horse, and you?" The kid asked, curious about his new white friend; he had only seen adult white people, who were his teachers.

"I like to read," Felipe said seriously.

"Eh? You like to do homework for fun?" The kid asked, quite impressed.

"If you call it homework, then no, I like to read and know things; it is not my homework but my passion… for instance, French is the 6th language I know." Felipe started to brag to soothe his ego.

"Six… that's a lot… I know Spanish… so I know 2." The kid could barely speak Spanish, yet he said that he knew, so he could not be as stupid as his companion.

"So, do you know the city below?" Felipe asked as he was more interested in what was happening in the city.

He was going to help the King of Haiti; even though he really doesn't have any experience in the art of ruling, he has modern examples of countries and what actually leads them to their downfall, so being able to see how a whole small city at the top of the mountain would work.'

There is a city at the top of a mountain range alongside the royal palace and the largest fort in the Caribbean due to the Past of the Kingdom of Haiti. After the Haitians Rebelled against French rule, Napoleon Came to power and tried to take back Haiti as a colony and reinstate slavery.

The King of Haiti at the time decided to set on fire the current capital of the kingdom to fend off the French invaders that, alongside malaria outbreaks, really fended off the French invaders.

"Yes, I go there every weekend; there are many things in the market." Haiti, despite having a vast African descendency, was still influenced by catholicism and the costumes of the catholic people of Europe, in such case, the French.

"Can we go? I want to see; is it safe?" There is still not a massive war between the South and the North-, but it is clear there are a lot of friction and disagreements between each other. Enough for the Royal Family to be very cautious of their own safety.

"Yeah, it is safe; if you go with me, nothing will happen; after all, I am the prince!" Henry the 2nd said as he boasted his age superiority. He was, of course, older, making him better than Felipe.

"…" Felipe wanted to hit that hit on the head, never less, but he could not. He was short at the moment and would be making a headache of a conflict.

'Sigh, Archduke Franz… you will be a cautionary tale one day…' Felipe said while shaking his head.

"I wanna go... but with multiple soldiers, at least 7. I also want to tell Father about it in case something happens." Felipe explained.

"Eh, That's unnecessary; only 1 is more than enough." Henry smiled like an innocent little child, which he is.

"..."

At the very end, 5 soldiers from inside the palace came out with them to Milot, a very new city yet relatively populous. The previous workers who created it lived there and also immigrations from towns and other parts of the kingdom.

The city was on the opening of a valley between two mountain ranges; the ranges provided protection from the sides and back due to its dense forest and narrow ending triangle shape. The whole geography of the city creates only one front on which the inhabitants that live there have to defend, which is better than any other kind of city available in the kingdom at the moment.

Even though it was not a market day, many people were out, mainly transporting material through mules or by hand.

He approached a vendor and asked how much each thing was; he went through the whole city without much problem. He found that the Haitian Gourde, the kingdom's currency, was pretty close to the dollar.

Haiti was known as the jewel of the Caribbean; it was the largest exporter of sugar cane, along with profits. So even after so much revolution, their production was still strong, giving them quite the economic power over their currency.

Felipe felt that Haiti has a huge advantage as a small state and a significant producer of Sugar Cane. The world was looking at Cuba for its sugar cane, and the Haitians were losing market share. So there is an urgent need to maintain the Haitian economy from totally collapsing or weathering economic stagnation through good policies which increase the country's financial stability.

He was thinking of so many ways to help Haiti that he forgot that he was to be the prince of La Nueva Granada.

With that thought in mind, Felipe went to his separate bedroom from his father—both liked their privacy, especially Felipe, who constantly said his ideas aloud.

He did not sleep but began writing with a quill and a large paper leaf.

He was trying to actually imagine the other cities of the kingdom of Haiti and how their fisher economy would work to provide food security as the nation transitions from an industrial crop back to actual food crops.

During the rule of the French, the slaves only harvested sugar cane. They aggressively farmed almost all the arable land of the colony while the food was being imported from France. So it would not be incorrect to say that their fishery industry is stupidly new.

Feeling tired, Felipe was about to sleep when his door sounded, 3 knocks.

He didn't think much of it and just went to open it.

The moment he opened the door enough, he found an adult guard instantly rushing to his face; it was not a punch but a forceful hand into his mouth. He was forcefully stuffed with a white cloth in his mouth.

He tried to scream, but the clothing was pushed further, making him open his mouth wider than he had ever had—the man was forceful, enough to make him somewhat cry due to the pressure of some nerves.

'Fuck fuck; I am too weak.'