As the convoy neared the gates of the imperial palace, the grand scale of Triesenberg's seat of power became even more apparent. The towering spires of the palace pierced the cold winter sky, and the massive iron gates swung open slowly, revealing a meticulously kept courtyard flanked by imperial guards in ceremonial uniform. The convoy's sleek black vehicles rolled through, the sound of their engines barely disturbing the silence of the palace grounds.
Inside the lead vehicle, Alexander sat calmly, his mask still in place. Julieanne, seated next to him, scanned her tablet for the final details of the meeting. The tension in the air was subtle but undeniable. This was no ordinary diplomatic visit, and everyone present knew it. The Emperor of Triesenberg was a formidable leader, and this meeting between two powerful figures would carry immense weight.