The Official Encounter

"How long until the diplomats from the Kingdom of Zambesi arrive?" Alexander leaned his head near Julieanne's ears.

Julieanne glanced at her wristwatch before responding softly, "They should be here within the next fifteen minutes, Your Excellency. The envoy has been making steady progress, and I've received word that they are en route from the city gates."

Alexander nodded, his gaze sweeping over the reception hall once more, ensuring that everything was in place. Every detail had been meticulously planned, from the arrangement of the seating to the placement of the Valorian and Zambesian flags. The significance of this meeting was not lost on him—this was a moment that would define Valoria's standing on the global stage.

"Fifteen minutes huh? Well, where do I sit?"

Julieanne gestured toward the head of the long, ornately decorated table that dominated the center of the reception hall.