Lucía doesn't comment on the client reception room, seeing it as her due, her maid following her inside, and sits down in the best chair, as if it is her due.
"My name is Lucía Velacruz i Montemayor, and I- I don't mind telling you- don't know how to write a Constitution."
She smiles. "However, I do know what I want out of it. I want as much out of it as I could possibly get, politically, financially and personally".
She fiddles with an earring. "It seems to me, that if I was to arrive at the convention with a proposal already made to that effect, that would entirely be to my advantage. I don't want a document of evil- it is perhaps now where the country is going. But there must be many ways to have a country. Many ways for people to be."
She looks at Lluïsa meaningfully.
"I'd like you to tell me what can be done, should be done, to make sure that my rights of wealth and nobility are protected, and that I, or my class, conde, get as much as a say, as possible."
"How should a constitution look, in order to provide that, and still be acceptable to the commons and the priests and the wizards and the merchants?" She counts in her head, and colors slightly. "And the Queen- of course." She coughs, embarrassed.
"Is that something that would be within your powers? And in return- well, I would pay."