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    Valkyrie ? Chapter IV ? Arrival


    It took many more days of continued traveling through dense forests, towering mountains, treacherous swamps, and desolate beaches. Thessia truly is a giant land, and it all belongs to the beloved Emperor. Eira, General Kyrill, and their entourage finally arrived and approached the magnificent seat of the Empire—called the Union Palace. Eira was met with a breathtaking sight: an array of grand fortresses and castles perched atop various hills, overlooking the crystal-clear waters that lapped against the shore. The weather was perfect, with a gentle breeze blowing through the air, carrying the scent of the sea.


    The banners and flags fluttered in the wind, proudly displaying the colors of the Empire. Eira''s eyes widened in awe as she took in the beauty before her. The path to the palace was equally impressive. Immaculate gardens and meticulously maintained grounds showcased the order and discipline that reigned within the yards of the imperial compound. The exterior of the palace was adorned with intricate carvings and ornate decorations, all bathed in the soft glow of the sun. Coming closer and entering the grand courtyard, Eira was met with a scene of sheer opulence: luxurious fountains spouting water high into the air, statues of legendary warriors, Valkyries, Emperors, and lush gardens filled with an array of exotic flowers and plants.


    Inside the palace, the splendor continued. The buildings were magnificent and clean, their interiors bright, wonderful, and so orderly it seemed almost unreal. Every stone, every piece of furniture, every tapestry adorning the walls shone with an opulence that Eira had never before imagined possible. The architecture was a masterpiece in itself, with high ceilings adorned with frescoes depicting the Empire''s history and glorious victories. Eira felt like she had entered another world entirely.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    Kyrill led Eira through the palace, his steps echoing softly against the marble floor. The large halls and extensive gardens, each more stunning than the last, made a deep impression on her. Everywhere she looked, there was evidence of the Empire''s wealth and power, a display of majesty unmatched. Finally, they reached the grand entrance to the throne room, where Kyrill paused for a moment.


    The entrance to the throne room was a magnificent chamber filled with ornate carvings, vibrant tapestries and glittering chandeliers. Eira felt her nerves beginning to fray as she waited, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at Kyrill, who gave her a reassuring smile and a gentle nod, encouraging her with his eyes. The doors of the throne room were opened slowly by the servants, revealing the magnificent interior. Eira could make out some Valkyries on the other side—and the Emperor himself.


    Eira slowly raised her head, and as she looked upon him, she was struck by an aura so ethereal that it left her breathless. The Emperor, an imposing tower of a man, beckoned for Eira to approach him, and she hesitantly took a step forward. When she approached him, she felt a mix of fear, anticipation, and an unfamiliar sense of comfort. She wanted to kneel down in respect, but he held her gently on the shoulder, smiling at her like a father figure would. Greeting her warmly, his kind eyes lingered on her face as he confirmed how beautiful Eira indeed was. Eira was surprised by the friendly gesture from the Emperor, as she had expected a more formal or even intimidating interaction.


    "Take your time," he said softly, his voice filled with courtesy, gesturing towards his steward, Sven, who would lead her to sign the contract to become a Valkyrie. "I have no doubt that you will make an excellent addition to the ranks of Valkyries."


    Truly, the Emperor was well-skilled in the art of diplomacy. He knew how crucial the first interaction between his new Valkyrie and himself was. He wanted them to love him rather than fear him. This first interaction between Eira and the Emperor was a carefully crafted moment of skillful manipulation.


    Leaving the throne room, Eira was ablaze: there was a sense of excitement, fear, and profound responsibility. But mostly, she felt a deep sense of honor in being chosen to serve the Empire as a Valkyrie.


    Savor this moment, Eira, free and honorable huntress from Kasthra—for this will be the last decision you will make in your own name.