The following morning, Alexander sat at his desk, the early light streaming through the large windows of his office in Volkshalle. The previous day's meeting with Prince Theodore had left him mentally exhausted, but his resolve remained unshaken. There were far more important matters at hand, and he could feel the weight of them pressing against the edges of his mind.
As he reviewed reports from his intelligence network, the soft knock at his door broke the silence.
"Enter," he said, his voice as steady as ever.
Julieanne stepped in, her expression uncharacteristically grim. She held a folder in her hand, the contents clearly not of the routine nature. She moved across the room with her usual grace but paused slightly before speaking.
"Your Excellency," she began, her tone laced with unease. "I've just received a report from our intelligence in the Black Continent. It concerns the Kingdom of Zambesi."
