The Kingdom had never found a reliable ally, and now all it could do was place its hopes in the King's plans. Of course, if the opportunity arose to embroil the Spaniards across the Strait, or in some other quagmire they couldn't extricate themselves from, the Kingdom would gladly interfere in secret, wishing that our dangerous and greedy neighbors to the East would encounter even more trouble...
Having listened to this, Diogo slowly exhaled. He devoutly looked towards the East and with his thumb, traced small crosses on his forehead, lips, and chest, praying fervently in Latin.
"Per signum Sanctae Crucis, de inimicis nostris, libera nos, Domine Deus noster... Dias, it seems that currently, the only one willing and able to help us face the Spanish threat is..."
"The Holy See."
Dias nodded affirmatively.
