Triesenberg wants to establish communication with Valoria. Alexander's eyes scanned the words again, and a slow, humorless smile crept across his face. Of course they do.
Ever since Valoria had intervened in the conflict between Zambesi and Matalebe, Alexander had anticipated this moment. He knew that Triesenberg wouldn't sit quietly and let another superpower rise without reaching out. But this wasn't just any nation—it was the very empire that had discarded him like refuse.
They had banished him, exiled him for being the Emperor's bastard, casting him aside to protect the purity of the royal bloodline. To them, he was an inconvenience, a mistake. But now, things had changed. He was no longer the outcast prince; he was the Supreme Ruler of Valoria, a nation capable of challenging their might.