FDR sat in the Office of the Prime Minister and Privy Council.
The office of the Canadian Prime Minister, to be exact.
After receiving word from his envoys in Europe, envoys who had failed, rather spectacularly, to secure Scandinavian neutrality as anything other than neutral, Roosevelt had made the choice to come north.
Not out of ceremony, nor for some show of diplomatic unity.
No. This was the act of a man running out of cards to play, reaching into the back of the deck for anything that still resembled leverage.
The Reich had sewn up the continent tighter than expected.
Tighter than anyone had warned him.
France was bleeding from internal saboteurs. While simultaneously struggling to keep up with Germany's superiority.
The Dutch had chosen neutrality on the surface, but had sought guarantees of protection from the Reich already.
