~Antonio
The grand hall was packed with Spain’s finest—the rich, the powerful, the ones who pulled the strings behind the curtains. I stood at the podium, my hands resting on the sides, gripping just enough to keep them steady. The microphone amplified my voice as I spoke, doing my best to sound like Giovianni.
Giovianni had a certain rhythm when he spoke. Slow, confident, commanding. I had spent months studying his speeches, practicing his tone, making sure I wouldn’t slip.
"People of spain," I began, letting the words settle in the room before continuing. "It is a great honor to stand before you today, representing the future of our nation. We are at a turning point, where progress and tradition must go hand in hand."
The applause was steady, polite. I could see the political f
