Prince Alexander Herald von Triesenberg was the fourth prince of the Empire of Triesenberg who was banished from the Empire of Triesenberg for the crime that he didn’t commit. On their way to the island where he would be banished, a powerful storm swept through and sank the ship. Alexander drowned and at the moment, he thought he died from drowning. However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the shore of a sandy beach and a floating interface before his eyes.
The crisp winter air lingered in the capital of Valoria as the day of departure finally arrived. The city of Volkshalle was abuzz with anticipation. Streets were lined with flags bearing the Valorian crest, fluttering in the cool breeze. The sun had just begun to rise, casting a pale light over the city, making the metallic edges of its modern skyscrapers gleam with pride. This was a nation built from Alexander's vision—a country transformed from exile into a powerful force.
Inside the grand palace of Volkshalle, Alexander stood in front of a wide, ornate mirror, adjusting his high-collared military coat. His reflection, though stern, betrayed a subtle satisfaction. This journey was not just another diplomatic mission—it was a return. A long-overdue reckoning with the father who had cast him out.