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.
Tembo nodded, stepping forward. "I will see to it personally, Your Majesty. We need someone trusted, someone who can effectively convey our situation."
Mwanga nodded in agreement. "Choose wisely, Tembo. We need someone who can impress upon Triesenberg's representatives that this is a matter of survival, not just a diplomatic request. If they are willing to help, they must act now."
"I'll make sure the right person is sent. Time is of the essence," Tembo responded, his face set with determination.
The rest of the room was quiet as the conversation shifted toward logistics. The situation was grim, and every official in the room knew it. The Matalebe resistance was growing bolder with each passing day, and without immediate intervention, the government of Zambesi would struggle to maintain control. This diplomatic mission to Gaborone was their last real chance to stabilize the country.
"How soon can the envoy leave?" Mwanga asked.