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The banquet had finally drawn to a close. Plates of exquisite food were cleared away, and the hum of conversation had gradually diminished. Alexander, still wearing his mask, exchanged final pleasantries with the Emperor of Triesenberg and key dignitaries before standing to leave.

The masked Supreme Leader of Valoria had managed to navigate the evening without revealing any more than necessary, holding his cards close to his chest, as he always did.

As the Emperor stood to bid him farewell for the night, he gestured for one of his aides.

"Supreme Leader," the Emperor began warmly, "we have prepared a residence for you during your stay in Triesenberg. A place fitting for a guest of your status, away from the bustle of the city. You and your delegation will find it most comfortable."

Alexander inclined his head slightly. "Your generosity is appreciated, Your Majesty."

The Emperor gestured for the aide to step forward, a man dressed in the formal attire of the Triesenberg court.

"You will be escorted to the residence. It's a palace on the outskirts of the capital—just a short distance from here, but far enough for privacy and peace."

"That sounds perfect," Alexander replied, his voice calm yet commanding as always. "We shall retire for the evening, then."

The formalities concluded, and Alexander, flanked by Julieanne and Captain Everglade, followed the aide through the palace corridors. The splendor of the royal surroundings gave way to a quieter elegance as they moved further from the banquet hall, the halls gradually dimming in grandeur but never lacking in opulence.

The convoy awaited them outside the palace entrance, sleek black vehicles once more prepared for transport. As Alexander entered the lead car, Julieanne and Everglade followed suit, their expressions unreadable but alert.

The drive through the darkened streets of Triesenberg's royal capital was smooth and uneventful, though each turn of the road brought them closer to the secluded estate that had been prepared for them.

The palace residence soon came into view, its towering silhouette bathed in moonlight. The structure was smaller than the main imperial palace but no less imposing. Its architecture mirrored the grand designs of Triesenberg's royal style—stately and regal, with high arches and intricate stonework that reflected the history of the empire.

The gates opened slowly as the convoy approached, and the cars rolled to a stop in front of the grand entrance.

Stepping out of the vehicle, Alexander paused, surveying the estate. His mask concealed any hint of his thoughts, but Julieanne, ever attuned to his mood, sensed his contemplation. It was the kind of residence that once would have seemed beyond reach for the young Alexander—now Supreme Leader of Valoria, he was no longer bound by such limitations.

Captain Everglade signaled to his team, and the Valorian security detail immediately spread out, efficiently sweeping the area. Julieanne stayed close, her eyes observing everything with quiet intensity. No words were exchanged between her and Alexander as they ascended the marble steps into the palace, their focus now entirely on securing their temporary home for the night.

Inside, the palace was just as grand as one would expect from Triesenberg. Large rooms with high ceilings, adorned with tapestries and paintings, led to wide hallways lined with marble columns. The servants stood quietly as the group moved through the estate, waiting for instructions. Everglade's men quickly went to work, ensuring every room, every window, and every corridor was thoroughly checked.

When they finally reached the master bedroom prepared for Alexander, the security team made one final sweep. No corner was left unchecked. The windows were locked, the curtains drawn tightly closed, and the door secured from the inside. Only when Captain Everglade gave a brief nod of confirmation did Alexander allow himself to relax slightly.

The bedroom was spacious, with an ornate four-poster bed at the center, draped in velvet. Golden accents shimmered in the soft glow of the lamplight, casting shadows on the thick rugs below. A large fireplace crackled quietly, its warmth seeping into the room.

Julieanne stepped forward, as always, ready to assist. She approached Alexander, helping him first remove the long, formal coat he had worn throughout the evening. The weight of the garment slipped from his shoulders, revealing the sleek black suit beneath.

Still, Alexander remained silent as he turned toward the large mirror that stood against one wall. The mask—a symbol of the persona he had crafted—remained in place for the moment. It was as if he was not yet ready to step out of the role he had played so flawlessly all evening.

Julieanne stood nearby, waiting patiently for the final gesture. After a moment, Alexander lifted his hands and slowly removed the mask. His face, once hidden behind the crafted exterior, was now visible to only those closest to him. He handed the mask to Julieanne, who carefully placed it on the nearby table, treating it with the same respect as if it were an extension of him.

With the mask gone, Alexander exhaled, though his posture remained as composed as ever. He finally turned toward Julieanne, who was waiting with her usual calm demeanor. She began to assist him further, helping him out of his suit jacket. Her hands moved deftly, aware of the routine but never losing the precision required for such moments.

"You handled the evening well, Your Excellency," Julieanne said softly, her voice cutting through the quiet in the room.

Alexander gave a small nod. "It was necessary," he replied, his voice no longer obscured by the mask. The weight of the evening had been immense, but he carried it as he always did—with complete control.

"To see your father and brother in one event…it must be hard for you…" Julieanne commented.

Alexander's expression remained neutral. "It is of no consequence," he stated firmly. "The past is irrelevant to our current objectives."

Julieanne knew better than to press further. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, ensuring Alexander's comfort.

"Shall I prepare your attire for tomorrow's meetings?" she asked.

"Yes, please," Alexander replied. "We have a long day ahead."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As Julieanne set about her duties, Alexander took a moment to reflect on the day's events. The discussions with the Emperor had been promising, and the banquet provided an opportunity to gauge the sentiments of Triesenberg's advisors. Establishing a residence near the capital would facilitate further diplomatic engagements and strengthen the burgeoning relationship between Valoria and Triesenberg.

Satisfied with the day's progress, Alexander retired for the night, anticipating the challenges and opportunities that awaited him in the days to come.

As the night deepened, the quiet within the grand bedroom seemed to echo Alexander's own thoughts. The flames in the fireplace flickered softly, casting warm shadows on the luxurious furnishings of the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze drifting over the intricate designs carved into the wooden posts of the bed, but his mind was elsewhere.

Though he had dismissed Julieanne's comment about seeing his father and brother earlier that evening, the truth was not so simple. It had been years since he had last set foot in Triesenberg, years since he had seen their faces—his father's cold and composed, and Theodore's, full of ambition and pride.

The Emperor had aged, but his aura of authority had not diminished. For a brief moment during their discussion, Alexander had wondered whether his father had recognized something familiar in the way he spoke or carried himself. But, as always, the Emperor had remained inscrutable, revealing nothing beyond the surface of diplomacy.

And Theodore… Alexander could sense the intensity behind his brother's gaze. Though neither had acknowledged it aloud, there was an unspoken tension between them—a past neither could fully forget.

Julieanne, now quietly preparing his attire for the following day, was a constant presence at his side, attuned to his moods and the subtle shifts in his demeanor. She knew better than to pry, but her remark earlier had been a reminder that she understood the complexities beneath the surface. Despite his mask of composure, Alexander was not immune to the emotions tied to his return to Triesenberg.

But he was determined to remain focused, to keep personal feelings at bay. Valoria's future depended on his ability to stay the course.

Behind him, Julieanne spoke softly, "Everything is ready for tomorrow, Your Excellency."

He turned back to face her, nodding in acknowledgment. "Good," he replied, his voice low but resolute. "Tomorrow will be important. We must secure what we came for."

Julieanne gave a small bow of understanding before gathering the rest of her things. "Rest well, Your Excellency," she said before quietly slipping out of the room, leaving Alexander.

Outside, the security team under Captain Everglade remained vigilant. They stood guard in strategic positions, ensuring that no one entered Alexander's quarters without authorization. Every entrance and hallway was monitored closely, a precaution against any potential threats or unwanted visitors.

Inside the room, Alexander prepared himself to sleep, and his eyelids began to slowly cover his eyes.

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