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Prince Theodore Triesenberg stood on the tarmac of Valoria's international airport, the cool morning breeze brushing against his well-tailored suit. His private jet, emblazoned with the royal insignia of Triesenberg, awaited him and his delegation. A sea of journalists and cameramen clustered nearby, eager for one last statement before his departure to the colony of Votswana.

A young reporter stepped forward, microphone in hand. "Your Highness, can you share your thoughts on the alliance between Triesenberg and Valoria? What does this mean for the future of both nations?"

Theodore nodded thoughtfully, pausing for a moment before responding. "This alliance marks a significant step forward, not only for Triesenberg and Valoria but for the entire region. We are entering a new era of cooperation, one that will bring economic and geopolitical stability. Together, we will ensure that our nations grow stronger, and that prosperity reaches all corners of our influence."

Another reporter, eager to push further, called out, "Prince Theodore, since Valoria is a nation that got out from isolation and made a partnership with you, are you going to announce to the rest of the world that there is a nation here willing to coexist with the rest of the globe?"

Prince Theodore turned toward the eager reporter, his sharp eyes catching the underlying importance of the question. His expression remained composed as he considered his response, aware that his words would soon be broadcast far and wide.

"Valoria has made the decision to step onto the global stage through this alliance, and we respect their choice to emerge from isolation. However, it is not my place to announce their intentions to the world. That decision lies with the leadership of Valoria.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Our partnership is built on mutual respect, and while we will undoubtedly foster new opportunities, we also understand that Valoria's unique journey must unfold on its terms."

The reporters scribbled furiously, but the young journalist who had asked the question pressed on. "Does this mean that Triesenberg will be assisting Valoria in their integration into the international community?"

"Triesenberg stands ready to support our allies in any way necessary. Whether that includes economic collaboration, infrastructure development, or diplomatic guidance, our partnership with Valoria is one of shared vision. But we also understand the importance of preserving Valoria's sovereignty. They will navigate the global arena as they see fit, and we will be there to lend support when needed."

Satisfied for now, the reporters shifted focus to other topics as cameras flashed, capturing the composed and regal figure of Prince Theodore.

"Okay that's it, no more questions," Lord Reginald stepped in, pushing the journalists away from the prince as the royal entourage prepared to board the plane. The journalists reluctantly backed off, still shouting questions in the hopes of squeezing out one last answer, but the guards quickly formed a barrier between them and the delegation.

Prince Theodore glanced over at Lord Reginald, giving him a subtle nod of appreciation. "Efficient as always, Reginald."

"Thank you, Your Highness," Reginald replied with a small smile. "We need to keep everything running on schedule. They already have a plane prepared in Votswana that will take us to Triesenberg. Your father is eager for your personal report on the progress of the alliance," Reginald continued as they moved toward the steps of the jet.

"I see. Don't worry, I'll make sure to break the news for him," Theodore said.

As they climbed the steps of the jet, Theodore paused for a moment, looking back at the airport terminal. Among the flurry of people and activity, his eyes caught sight of a figure standing in the distance, cloaked in a dark overcoat. It was the Valorian leader, observing the departure from afar, his mask still in place.

"I still can't help but feel curious about the leader of Valoria. It's making me want to go there and remove his mask myself."

Lord Reginald, who had already stepped inside the jet, turned back upon hearing Theodore's words. He followed his gaze to the distant figure of the Valorian leader. The masked man remained motionless, his face unreadable behind the ornate covering.

"Your curiosity is understandable, Your Highness," Reginald said quietly, stepping closer to Theodore. "But we must tread carefully. The alliance is still in its infancy, and any overt suspicion could jeopardize everything we've worked for. However, I agree that we must uncover the truth behind that mask sooner or later."

Theodore took one last look at the Valorian leader before turning back toward the jet. "You're right, Reginald. The time will come for that. For now, we proceed as planned."

They both entered the aircraft, and as the door closed behind them, Theodore sank into one of the plush leather seats in the private cabin. The engine's hum filled the cabin as the plane prepared for takeoff, and Theodore stared out the window, deep in thought.

The jet lifted smoothly off the runway, and soon Valoria's sprawling capital shrank beneath them. As the clouds enveloped the view, Theodore leaned back and exhaled, allowing himself a brief moment of relaxation. But the masked leader's image lingered in his mind. There was something not right, something that didn't sit well with him about the whole situation.

The unsettling familiarity of the leader's voice, the refusal to reveal his face—everything about the Valorian figure felt like an unsolved puzzle.

***

Meanwhile, on the ground.

"Are there any known operatives of Triesenberg in the area?" The masked leader asked. Your next journey awaits at mvl

Julieanne shook her head. "There was none. Our agents reported just now that they already left Valoria."

Satisfied with her response, the masked leader remained silent for a moment, his gaze still fixed on the distant horizon. The hum of the airport was all but drowned out by the thoughts swirling in his mind. Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand to the edge of the mask and slowly pulled it away from his face.

Beneath the ornate mask was Alexander—the very brother Prince Theodore had long believed dead.

"They are getting suspicious right?"

"They are," Julieanne agreed.

"It's okay, we'll let them know in the future anyway."