Reincarnated with a Country Creation System Chapter 83: At Last

On November 5th, 1938, Prince Theodore of Triesenberg sat in a sleek black car, watching the towering spires of Volkshalle co into view. It was a structure built to inspire awe, and it did. He knew that today marked a pivotal mont for his empire. The many etings between Lord Reginald and Valoria's leadership had culminated in this day.

Finally, Theodore would et with the enigmatic leader of Valoria, in person.

The streets leading up to the Volkshalle were lined with Valorian soldiers, their uniforms crisp and their faces stern. Theodore studied them closely as the car slowed, his thoughts racing. This was not just a diplomatic eting—it was a chance to salvage his pride after the humiliation of the naval retreat. He would not let Valoria see him as anything less than the rightful leader of Triesenberg.

The car stopped at the grand entrance. Theodore's personal aide, Lieutenant Falk, opened the door for him, nodding briefly. Without saying a word, Theodore stepped out, straightening his military jacket. The large stone steps of Volkshalle stretched before him, leading to the heavy wooden doors at the top, already swung open in preparation for his arrival.

A delegation of Valorian officials stood waiting at the top of the stairs. Ever since he got here, Theodore had noticed that the Valorians were trying to impress him. Every detail, from the pristine uniforms of the soldiers to the imposing architecture, was a calculated show of power and sophistication. But Theodore wouldn't be so easily swayed.

He had co here for more than just displays of grandeur—he had co to assert his nation's strength.

"Your Highness Prince Theodore?"

A soft voice called not far from his position. He turned his head and saw a beautiful woman in her twenties with golden blonde hair and a well-endowed figure, dressed in a tailored navy suit that exuded both elegance and professionalism. She approached with confident strides, her posture perfect, and her eyes sharp but friendly.

Theodore raised an eyebrow, montarily caught off guard by her presence.

"Your Highness," she said again, extending her hand gracefully. "I'm Julieanne Carter, Chief of Staff to the Supre Leader. I've been assigned to assist you during your visit."

Theodore took her hand in a firm handshake, his gaze lingering on her for a brief mont. "Miss Carter," he greeted, his tone asured. "I've heard of you. I trust the Supre Leader keeps you busy."

Julieanne smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "He does. And today, I'm here to ensure everything runs smoothly for your eting. If there's anything you need before we head inside, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Well first off, I want to say that you are a beautiful maiden. You are the type of girl that I imagine to beco my wife

."

Julieanne's expression didn't waver, but there was a flicker of sothing in her eyes—a brief pause that signaled she hadn't expected such a blunt comnt. She remained professional, her hand slipping from his grip as she straightened her posture. "I appreciate the complint, Your Highness," she said smoothly, her voice maintaining its even tone.

"But I'm here to assist you with your diplomatic visit, not discuss personal matters."

Theodore smirked, clearly unfazed by her composed response. "Of course, of course," he replied, stepping closer as they began to walk toward the entrance. "But surely, a beautiful woman like yourself must hear that often."

Julieanne remained focused, her steps quick and purposeful as they climbed the stone steps. "Flattery is part of my job, Your Highness," she said, her voice calm but with a subtle firmness. "But my priority is ensuring your eting with the Supre Leader goes well."

"Then how about after the eting with your supre leader? Would that be a ti when we could discuss sothing... more personal?" Theodore finished, his eyes glinting with self-assured charm. He was used to won vying for his attention, eager to win his favor with just a glance or a word.

"I'm afraid not, Your Highness." Her voice was firm, but polite, leaving no room for further advances. "My role here is entirely professional. I have no interest in mixing personal matters with my duties."

Theodore blinked, montarily caught off guard. His usual charm, which had always worked on other won, seed to bounce off her like it was nothing. For the first ti in a long while, he found himself at a loss for words.

He quickly recovered, though. "I see," he said, his tone smooth, though there was an edge of surprise to it. "You're a tough one, Miss Carter. Most won would have jumped at the chance to catch my eye."

Julieanne raised an eyebrow, her lips barely curving into a smile. "I'm not 'most won,' Your Highness," she said, a hint of amusent in her voice. "Now, if you'll follow , we should head inside. The Supre Leader is expecting you."

Theodore was silent for a mont, watching as she turned and walked ahead of him toward the grand doors of Volkshalle. He was used to being the one in control, the one who could turn any situation to his advantage. But this ti, he had been bested. Julieanne's rejection, her indifference, left him with a strange feeling of defeat.

It gnawed at him. Won usually fawned over him, chard by his title and his looks. Yet here was soone completely immune to his advances, treating him like any other guest. It was unexpected—and it intrigued him more than he cared to admit.

As they entered the vast hall of Volkshalle, with its towering ceilings and marble floors, Theodore couldn't help but steal glances at Julieanne. She was focused on her duties, entirely uninterested in his attention. He realized, with so frustration, that she was not a woman to be swayed by re words or titles.

As they neared the eting room, Theodore decided to drop the subject for now. He had more pressing matters to attend to, and the Supre Leader of Valoria was not soone to keep waiting. But as Julieanne led the way, he couldn't shake the thought of her calm refusal. It was a new kind of challenge—and one he wasn't sure how to approach.

Still, he wasn't one to back down.