A week later, at Volkshalle.
Prince Theodore Triesenberg stood at the far end of the hall, dressed in a sharp, well-tailored suit. He glanced at the podium set in the middle of the room, where the signing would soon take place. Next to him, Lord Reginald adjusted his own jacket, the faint hum of conversation around them barely registering.
"This is it, Reginald," Theodore said. "The culmination of weeks of preparation. Valoria will officially join hands with us, and the world will know that there is a newly born country in the east of the southern tip of the Black Continent. It's going to be exciting how the world would react."
Reginald nodded, his usual serious demeanor intact. "And it is going to be an achievement for me that my brother wouldn't even see coming. I would love to see his face when I return to Triesenberg."
