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.
November 15th, 1939 – Volkshalle, Valoria.
The strategy chamber within Volkshalle buzzed with muted activity as aides hurriedly passed documents and whispered updates into each other's ears. Alexander sat at the head of the long, polished table, his ever-present mask reflecting the soft glow of the overhead light. Julieanne, seated to his right, scanned the latest reports from Ruthenia, her sharp eyes missing nothing. She adjusted her glasses before speaking.
"Your Excellency," she began, her tone steady, "the situation in Ruthenia is worsening by the hour. Reports indicate that revolutionary factions are uniting under a loose coalition. The Tsar's forces are stretched thin, and key cities are slipping out of his control."
Alexander leaned back in his chair, his gloved fingers steepled. "And how has the rest of Europe responded?"