Alpha Alexander
“Let us meet. I have reason to believe we are chasing the same shadow. —Valerian.”
Alexandro didn’t hesitate. For the first time in their entire history of cold wars and silent agreements, Valerian had extended a hand—and Alexandro was desperate enough to take it. He mounted his horse and rode fast, the freezing northern winds lashing against him as his guards followed at a distance. No one dared question the urgency in his stride.
When he arrived at the fortress near the shared border, Valerian was already waiting—cloaked in dark red, his long hair tied back, eyes sharp but not hostile. There were no guards flanking him, a sign of good faith. Alexandro dismissed his own men and stepped forw
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