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 evening quiet settled in the grand halls of Volkshalle, its usual air of authority replaced by an unusual calm. Alexander and Julieanne walked side by side through the winding corridors, their earlier activities still lingering in their minds. For a day, the Supreme Leader and his closest advisor had allowed themselves the smallest glimpse of normalcy—a life outside the weight of power.
As they reached the private lounge reserved for moments of reprieve, Alexander gestured for Julieanne to enter first. The room was modest by Volkshalle's standards, with a roaring fire and two leather armchairs flanking a small table. A decanter of Valorian brandy and two crystal glasses waited, as if anticipating their arrival.
Julieanne took a seat, smoothing the creases in her blazer. "It's strange, isn't it?" she remarked, watching the flames. "To spend a day doing something so ordinary, and yet feel so refreshed."