McTavish turned away from the platform and walked into the castle. The cheers were muffled by the heavy stone doors, becoming a blurred background noise. In the corridor, Callum quickly caught up.
"We won," Callum said, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement.
"Won a round."
McTavish corrected, "The hard battle is coming next. Financial negotiations, legal alignment, institutional reconstruction, and..." He looked at the faintly visible direction of England outside the window, "Our neighbor to the south won't let things go comfortably. London, having lost Scotland, will hold onto England tightly, and might even act crazier."
"And there's our friends from Mexico, who provided critical support and will expect something in return."
