Hans and Dieter stood before Prince Theodore, their postures rigid. The room felt stifling despite its grand size.
Prince Theodore's eyes were sharp as they fixed on the two pilots. "Report," he commanded.
Hans cleared his throat. "Your Highness, we were granted an audience with the leader of Valoria."
"Describe him," the prince interrupted.
Hans hesitated for a brief moment, choosing his words carefully. "He was imposing, Your Highness. Wore a mask that hid his features. His demeanor was... calculating."
Dieter nodded in agreement. "He knew of Triesenberg's support for the Matalebe tribes, and he did not hide his disdain. He made it clear they view us as aggressors."
The prince's expression darkened. "And what terms did he offer?"