April 5th, 1693 – Loretto, Corse
The afternoon sun bathed the royal palace of Loretto, now repurposed as Prince Bruno's military headquarters, in a warm golden glow. A flag bearing the royal crest fluttered in the breeze atop the tallest spire. Inside the council chamber, Prince Bruno and his advisors awaited the arrival of a diplomat from the Kingdom of Greater Germania.
"Are we certain about this man's credibility?" Captain Vallier asked, adjusting the cuffs of his uniform. "Diplomats rarely act without hidden agendas."
"We're not naive, Captain," Bruno replied, his gaze focused on the large doors at the entrance. "Greater Germania is at war with the Republic, just like we are. They wouldn't bother sending a representative unless they had something significant to offer—or demand."
General Berthold nodded. "Still, it's wise to be cautious. They've been eying our territories for generations. Whatever assistance they offer will come at a cost."
