Two days after the departure of Prince Theodore, they arrived at the capital city airport in Triesenberg, Berlint.
Upon the plane's landing, there were already hundreds of journalists and reporters on the scene. Theodore didn't know why they had gathered in such numbers, as there was no special occasion planned. His mission to Valoria had been kept secret, known only to a select few. The public and media weren't even aware of his reasons for leaving the country.
As the jet came to a halt, Theodore exchanged a puzzled glance with Lord Reginald, who sat across from him in the cabin.
"Do you think word got out?" Theodore asked, frowning as he peeked out the window at the crowd below. "I thought we kept this mission under wraps."
Reginald shook his head, equally perplexed. "We were meticulous in maintaining discretion, Your Highness. I have no idea why they're here in such numbers."
