"See, that wasn't so hard, First Consul Bonaparte," Godoy said as Napoleon was boarding the carriage.
Napoleon halted in his tracks and glanced over his shoulder. "It was not. In fact, I have gotten something worth my while."
"You made some arrangement with the King of Spain perhaps?" Godoy inquired.
"Not an arrangement," Napoleon softly chuckled as he shook his head. "Rather a deal. Mr. Prime Minister, I'm afraid that I have to go."
"No problem, First Consul Bonaparte. Have a safe journey to the Duke of Castellano's estate. If there is anything I can do to assist, please don't hesitate to contact us. The Kingdom of Spain would be willing to assist you," Godoy offered.
Napoleon nodded appreciatively and climbed into the carriage. As the door closed behind him, he settled into his seat and gazed out of the window, lost in thought. The wheels of the carriage creaked as it began to roll forward, leaving the Royal Palace of Madrid behind.
