"You can go fuck yourself!" Laurens yelled loudly. "What, you think you’re any better than them? You dragged me kicking and screaming to your home!" He shook his head at Spain. "Look at you, look at how easily you’ve lost your patience, your authority. You look alike nothing but a snivelling hound, desperately trying to cling on as the alpha. Wake up, Antonio. In this world, you’re merely a pawn. I don’t care how many pawns I lose to survive the game, whether it ends a victory or a stalemate. I think of my people; what do you think of yours?"
"My people?" He laughs a little, "I haven’t had to worry for my people in centuries." He straightened himself, a poise of pride alone to himself. "And you should reconsider your departure if it is your dear beloved people that you are worried for. My people have not felt fear of an invasion since the dawn of the reconquista. We have been strong together in a united force that now holds the responsibility not only for ourselves but for the people of other nations." He looked him up and down, "Last time I checked I was not speaking with the barbarians of the americas, do you really believe I have given reason for your people to despise spanish rule? You thrive. You have more imports and exports than you ever have at my hand. If you’re falling out with me over a little tax then be my guest and leave, open your city from my protection and welcome in war and invasion."
He reached for the handle of the door and closed it again. “You may sacrifice your pawn if you wish Laurens. The door is there any time you want to.” He crossed back to the other side of the room, stopping only once, “But the more pawns you lose the lesser a chance you will have in finding your queen at the other side. Take a moment to think about who your real allies are, si?”