The dawn sky over Triesenberg was a palette of pale blues and oranges as Alexander stood at the balcony of his quarters, watching the morning light touch the rooftops of the city. The early hour was quiet, save for the occasional distant chime of church bells echoing through the streets. Today marked the end of his diplomatic visit—a visit that had yielded more than he initially anticipated.
Julieanne entered the room without ceremony, her expression as composed as ever, but with a subtle intensity that spoke volumes. "Your Excellency, the preparations for your departure are complete. The convoy will be ready within the hour."
