The lawn outside Volkshalle was lush, meticulously trimmed, and dotted with the morning's dew. Alexander took a moment to breathe in the crisp air, his eyes focused on the golf ball in front of him as he adjusted his grip.
In the tranquility of the early hours, the rhythmic swing of his club served as both a form of discipline and a rare escape from the constant demands of his role.
With a calm exhale, he swung, sending the ball soaring down the stretch of green, where it landed close to the target marker. A small, satisfied smile played at the edge of his lips.
As he prepared his next shot, the faint sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention. Julieanne moved towards him with a sense of urgency that immediately shifted his focus from the sport to the underlying matters of state.
