The early morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of Alexander's study. The room, typically abuzz with discussions of strategy and global politics, was unusually quiet. Julieanne entered, a small stack of documents in her hands. Her usual brisk pace was slower today, her expression less rigid.
"Your Excellency," she began, placing the papers on the desk, "today's schedule is remarkably light. In fact, there are no pressing matters that require immediate attention."
Alexander, seated in his high-backed chair, leaned back slightly, his gloved hand tapping the armrest. "A rarity," he mused, his voice calm. "And what do you propose, Julieanne?"
She hesitated, something rare for her. "If I may, Your Excellency, you've been working tirelessly these past weeks. Perhaps a day away from Volkshalle would be beneficial."
