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.
Emily turned in her chair to face Julieanne, her eyebrows raised slightly as she processed the gravity of the situation.
"Cutting ties with Zambesi. That's no small task," she remarked, though her voice carried a casual tone that only close friends shared.
Julieanne gave a small shrug, glancing around the bustling Foreign Affairs Ministry. "No, it's not. But the king of Zambesi isn't leaving us much of a choice. Alexander's made his decision, and it's my job to make sure it's carried out smoothly."
"You know, it feels like just yesterday we were putting all this work into strengthening ties with Zambesi. Now here we are, tearing it all down."
Julieanne nodded, leaning against the desk. "Ironic, isn't it? But that's the nature of diplomacy. One wrong step, and everything unravels."
Emily reached for a stack of official documents from her desk, flipping through them methodically.