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Of all the kings that seemed to have filled the English court, the King of Scots was the one that was most a mystery to Juan. It wasn’t even that the man himself was all that mysterious, but merely that relations between the Holy Roman Empire and Scotland had paled in comparison to the relations with their English cousins or the fraught ties with France. But the direction things had turned - with a friendship toward France beginning to form more solid roots and relations with England feeling stilted at best - Juan had taken it upon himself to investigate other potential allies. Scotland had necessarily become tied to France and in many ways the old adage was true - the enemy of my enemy is often my friend.
He had no orders from the Emperor for developing such ties, but he found no harm in investigating the possibilities. Was it not his job, after all, to consider directions of diplomacy, to test the currents on the Emperor’s behalf?
So Juan had requested and audience with the Scottish King, at least in order to make introductions and get a feeling for the man’s temperament, and now here he stood, walking into the chambers and sinking into a low bow as one of the King’s servants gave his name and credentials. “It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Your Majesty. I hope you will not think me too forward in arranging to speak with you, for I feel that Scotland and the Empire should greatly benefit from knowing one another more closely.” It was not until he had delivered the spiel - likely one he could deliver in his sleep - that he looked up to the King’s face. He was handsome, a resemblance there to England’s own king in keeping with their shared heritage, and Juan’s curiosity was piqued even further at meeting him more closely.
