The Valkyrie Kingdom had always prided itself on its strength, its unshakable traditions, and the unwavering loyalty of its warriors. It had withstood wars, betrayals, and invasions for centuries, its throne always passed to those deemed worthy by both blood and battle.
But Prince Gunner no longer believed in those traditions.
He no longer saw the throne as something to be inherited.
It had to be taken.
Beneath the grand halls of the palace, hidden within the abandoned war chambers of their ancestors, Gunner’s faction gathered under dim torchlight. The air smelled of steel, dust, and the undeniable tension of warriors preparing for something inevitable.
The men before him were not traitors—not in their own eyes. They were patriots, warriors who believed in change. And in him.
Gunner
