《Valkyrie》


 Prologue: Welcome to Thessia

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Prologue ? Welcome to Thessia


    Thessia. The southeastern continent of the Life Sphere, covering roughly one-sixth of the planet. What a magical place.


    There were once many kings and tribes here. In ancient times the whole continent was united peacefully, and the old union reigned supreme for centuries. But time gnaws at everything. Long past were its days of glory and opulence when it had to face its greatest challenge: a demonic invasion. Cruel beings from another sphere came through portals, emerging all over the world, and the crumbling old union was faced with a simple choice: perish¡ªor resurface like a phoenix from the ashes, to face the enemy without any fear or mercy.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    Thessia prevailed, and demons have long since returned to their sphere. They have become mere annals of history, but with them went the old order. A new era emerged, along with a new empire, replacing the old system with a reformed one, molded by fire and war. Bound together under the iron hand of Emperor Konrad VI, this empire¡ªnow in 264 a.CR.¡ªis a powerhouse to behold.


    Indeed, the Empire stands tall, and while the beloved Emperor rules with a caring fist, it is a fist nonetheless. Thessia''s glory outshines the whole world, and tales from there are told everywhere. Yet, as is the case with everything, each tale can be told from many different perspectives.


    Peace and prosperity prevails on the continent¡ªaccording to official statements. Sometimes there are bandits, usurpers, rebellions, the usual. Nothing to be truly worried about.


    No matter how things are: Thessia became a highly militarized power machine in these last centuries, hell-bent on never letting its guard down ever again. Every seat of power has a leader, and a leader needs good protection. Given the nature, only the best of the very best can provide this protection. Only a select few are able to fill this incredibly demanding position. Luckily, the Empire had just the right answer for that. The Valkyries.

 Chapter I: Kasthra

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter I ? Kasthra


    Kasthra: A land of wild beauty, of rugged landscapes, of wondrous blue skies. A province rich in tin and fur, and a land of hardened, yet oh so adventurous people. Here she lived. Eira. A young huntress. Her reputation outstanding. Men and women of her village tell about her magnificent beauty, but also about her prowess in battle.


    Kasthra - an untamed land with so much wonders, yet also filled with savage beasts. For Eira, like many hunters, it was an honor to slay them, and put food on the table.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Yes, the tale of Eira was grand, and it spread far and wide beyond her village, eventually reaching even the royal court itself. The benevolent Emperor himself heard of it, and he sent his trusted General Kyrill to seek her out. If these rumors are true... then Eira would be a great addition to the Valkyries.


    Ah, the Valkyries. Ethereal beings. An order of twelve women at max, serving as the Emperor''s most trusted bodyguards, perfectly molded in the image of the Empire. Their grand beauty is only matched by their fighting skills, their eternal love, their loyalty, and their sacrifice for the Emperor.


    Commitment. Humility. Valor. Grandeur. In his name they pledge their own life away, serving him with utmost dedication forever.


    Go forth, General Kyrill! Find Eira! Bring her to the Emperor! Let there be the birth of a new Valkyrie!

 Chapter II: Departure

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter II ? Departure


    The tales were true. General Kyrill found her. There she was. Eira. A young huntress with fierce blue eyes, matching the Empire''s colors perfectly. Just to look into them was enough to pierce a man, to melt away his armor and his soul; to fall down subdued before her. Yet, these wonderful eyes themselves were melting away when General Kyrill entered her home. Inside herself, Eira immediately knew what it meant.


    Having lost her parents early, Eira lived together with her brother Eren, humble and kind yet fierce in spirit, like her. Among them was also Wulfgar, a scruffy man and a friend and important business partner to Eren, always having a beer around him. All of them eyed Kyrill with great wonder. A General. In their home. Sent by the Emperor himself. Yes, truthfully, it could only mean one thing.


    "Eira...", General Kyrill began to speak after a short introduction. "The Emperor has heard about you. Indeed, your beauty and reputation precedes you. He invites you to his court, offering you to become a Valkyrie".


    "A Valkyrie!?", Eren responded in surprise on behalf of his sister, yet full well knowing who they are. The Valkyries are known and admired all over the land. Their reputation is unmatched, terrifying, absolute. They are the elite of the elite. The grand of the grand. Perfection, nothing less. They are the pillars of the Empire. If they fall, the Empire falls.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    "Pah!", Wulfgar said with a challenging voice. "These Valkyries. They are slaves to the Emperor! They have no rights of their own! They serve, they fight, and they serve again. And for what?! To end up an indoctrinated little dog at the feet of the Emperor, and at the rope at age 40!? Eira, make up if you want that!"


    Eren frowned. He urged Wulfgar to shut up. Yet his words were already spilled out, and they spoke the truth.


    General Kyrill remained calm. "Yes, the life of a Valkyrie demands great sacrifice. Your personal freedom is one such thing. A life such great can only be lived by giving it all. If you depart with me, you will depart from here forever."


    ????, ?????????? ????????????????. ???????? ?????????????????? ???? ??????????. ???????? ???????? ???? ?????? ?????? ?????? ??????????????, ?????? ?????? ?????????????? ??????????. ?????????????????? ???????? ?????? ????????, ???????????????? ?????????????????? ??????, ???????????? ??????????????, ?????? ???????? ?????? ?????? ?????????????? "??????????????????", ?????????? ?????? ???????? ???? ?????????????????????? ???????? ?????? ?????????????????? ???? ???????????????? ???????? ?????????????? ?????????? ??????????????????????. ???????? ???? ?????? ??????????????????. ???????? ???? ???????? ??????. ???????? ???? ???????? ????????.


    A sense of heaviness hung in the air. The Emperor''s ''offer'' was not really an offer. Such a position cannot be denied. How could she? It is an unspoken law not to refuse the Emperor, especially not something so honorable like that. If she accepts, Eira will depart, living a life in servitude forever. But the Emperor, in all his grace, will reward this by ennobling her former family, and do great investments into her village. Should she, on the other hand, refuse, then not only her name but also the one of her family and her entire village will be smeared in shame forever.


    Eren exchanged sad glances with Eira. Her way was clear. Her eyes, filled with love and grief, told it all. Goodbye, dear sister. Know that I will always love you. Let''s prepare for your departure.

 Chapter III: Sparks

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter III ? Sparks


    Almost the whole village gathered as Eira departed with General Kyrill. A tearful goodbye. A last opportunity for an exchange before she would be gone forever. Goodbye, dear Eira. Your sacrifice brings honor to us all. May you live with strength and dedication.


    The tour to the Emperor''s castle would take many days. It was far to the east of the continent, but also on the northern side of the land, just like Eira''s village. Saddling their horses, Eira, Kyrill, and their little entourage crossed many forests, plains, beaches, and mountains. The lengthy and arduous journey allowed Eira to show her skill in battle, and to learn more about what was expected of her, but also about General Kyrill himself.


    In a camp under the light of the full moon, they had a lengthy conversation. There was something about General Kyrill that seriously intrigued her. Certainly, there was a spark. A little flame of love amongst the moonshine. It cannot be. For Valkyries are bound by a strict oath of chastity, and only virgins can become Valkyries.


    "Eira...", said Kyrill, trying to divert her gaze while he himself struggled to take his own eyes off her. "You truly are a unique woman. The Emperor was right once more. Your skill and beauty is unmatched."Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    Eira blushed. She leaned in, getting closer to Kyrill. Fighting himself, he almost returned her approach, but his face remained hardened. With a deep gaze into her face he continued:


    "It is best if you already start to behave and to think like a Valkyrie. Yours is a life for the Emperor¡ªthe Emperor alone. You can only love him, and the Empire he guides. We will arrive soon. Do you have any questions left, Eira?"


    "No. But I have to admit that I... I''m afraid.", Eira said with a sunken head, covered in a veil of shame. She would clearly have been in the need of a hug right now. Kyrill ached. He felt with her, and desperately wanted to take her into his arms. But that was not his job. It was something else.


    "Shake it off.", Kyrill responded in a hardened yet slightly broken voice. "I can understand you. It''s natural. Great changes are awaiting you. But you can''t wait until we are at the palace. You may be no Valkyrie yet, but you must purge any kind of doubts and weaknesses out of yourself already. If you won''t, the indoctrination of the Emperor''s men will only be more difficult for you."


    Eira understood. But only now, slowly, did she begin to realize the magnitude of what awaited her. As a Valkyrie she will live in great splendor, but it is a life in a golden cage. She has heard about the indoctrination process. Once she has signed away her life to become a Valkyrie, she will have to submit to it. It is a brutal process, aimed to make sure that nothing will be left of her¡ªnothing but an unwavering loyal soldier for the Emperor.


    Yet, Kyrill was right. Eira had to start thinking like a Valkyrie already. All those doubts inside her¡ªshe had to start clearing them out. Pulling away from Kyrill, Eira retreated into her tent and the tears began to flow. The time when these shiny jewels were allowed to come out of her wonderful eyes was coming to an end, and so she reveled in the magnificent moment where she was still allowed to say goodbye to her old life, and herself.

 Chapter IV: Arrival

    <div>


    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¡ªcalled 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¡ªand 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¡ªfor this will be the last decision you will make in your own name.

 Chapter V: The Contract

    Valkyrie ? Chapter V ? The Contract


    The Emperor''s steward, Sven, led Eira through the grand halls of the Union Palace, past elaborate frescoes and opulent chandeliers, until they arrived at a private chamber adorned with heavy tapestries depicting scenes of valor and sacrifice. Within this secluded space, Eira was left alone to peruse the contract that awaited her.


    As she unfurled the parchment, Eira''s heart raced. The ink flowed in even strokes across the pages, forming a legion of demands and expectations that would define her life as a Valkyrie. She had expected to relinquish many liberties. She was to give away her civil rights, her freedom, and had to surrender herself to a life within the Empire''s grasp. She knew all that already. But only the contract revealed the true weight of her decision.


    Eira''s eyes scanned the meticulous inkwork, tracing the words that outlined her oath of chastity, her many duties to uphold the Emperor''s will, and her pledge to fight for the Empire until her final breath¡ªand even beyond that. The terms were unyielding, unforgiving, and seemingly endless. Each line she read felt like a shackle that tightened around her, binding her to an existence from which she could no longer escape.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    The weight of these words hung heavily upon Eira. Her eyes, filled with awe and admiration for the Empire, also brimmed with tears of sorrow and resignation. A path lay out before her, one of glory but also one of confinement within the gilded walls of the Union Palace¡ªa path demanding constant vigilance, constant fighting, constant devotion.


    As she held the contract in her trembling hands, Eira understood that her choice was final. The journey from Kasthra she willfully took has led her here, to this moment. She stood on the brink of signing away her past, sealing her fate as a Valkyrie, bound by oath and honor to the Empire that she would serve faithfully forever.


    ????????????????. ???????? ?????????????????? ???? ??????????. ???????? ???????? ???? ????????. ?????????? ???? ?? ???????? ???? ??????????. ?????????? ???? ?? ???????? ???? ????????????????????. ?????????? ???? ?? ???????? ???? ???????????? ???????? ??????.


    In that private chamber, illuminated by sunlight streaming through ornate stained glass windows, Eira cried for what was lost but also for what awaited her. Her heart ached with a mix of sadness and anticipation. This contract, once signed, would mark the end of her life as she knew it and the beginning of a new existence in service to the Emperor and his Empire.


    And so, with resolve yet also with weightful tears and a heavy heart, Eira put down her name¡ªa name she would no longer be able to claim as her own. She was forever changed, forever bound, but also forever part of an elite order of warriors that is etched into the ether of history. The contract, now signed, seals her fate, and Eira knew in her heart that she could never look back again.

 Chapter VI: Purification

    Valkyrie ? Chapter VI ? Purification


    A life¡ªgone. Signed away and sealed forever. The huntress from Kasthra, Eira, is no more. What stands there now is something new. A young soul awaiting her fate. Though she was determined not to let her emotions control her, a weight hung heavily upon her chest. A new life was dawning.


    Sven entered the room. An air of solemnity and respect was palpable. According to protocol, he addressed Eira not by her former name anymore but simply as "Valkyrie"¡ªthe title that would now define her existence, and which would also serve as her new temporal name. Soon, she will receive her new name at the oath of loyalty from the Emperor himself. Sven spoke gently but purposefully, outlining the next steps in her transformation. She was to be measured for her armor and uniform now¡ªan important step for the new life that awaited her.


    The young Valkyrie was led to the smithy, and under Sven''s watchful eye, she began to undress, her eyes downcast as she revealed herself before him and the smith. The act felt violating¡ªa shedding of her former self in more ways than one. When she stood naked, the smith measured her form meticulously, noting every curve and contour that would form the basis of her new attire.


    Eira''s private garments were then set ablaze¡ªa symbolic but also an psychological impactful act to mark the end of her old life and her rebirth as a Valkyrie. Over were her days in olive garb. From now on she would wear blue, white, and gold for the rest of her days. The flames consumed her former identity, leaving only ash as a testament to the sacrifices she was making.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!


    Sven then led her through the grand halls and into the dimly lit chambers below the Union Palace. As they descended deeper into the heart of the palace, the light above began to fade, replaced by the sinister glow of torches adorning the walls. Here, in this hidden sanctum, the true meaning of the oath of chastity was to be enforced upon her.


    This room resembled an ancient temple, its stone walls etched with runes and symbols meant to invoke the spirits of battle and purity. The air was thick with anticipation as the ritual of purification was prepared¡ªa practice designed to ensure the loyalty and commitment of the young Valkyrie to the oath she had sworn.


    The process began with a thorough cleansing of her body, both physically and spiritually. As the young warrioress stood before the altar, a solemn priest approached her, his eyes filled with reverence for the sacred act they were about to undertake. With precision and care, the priest washed her as he guided her through each step of the ritual, explaining its significance and the role it played in sealing her fate as a Valkyrie¡ªliterally and figuratively.


    She had to take rest on a bench, and in a moment that both terrified and liberated her, the cold steel of the instrument pressed against the flesh of her most private parts. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain that would come. As the priest began the procedure, the young Valkyrie focused on prayers and Imperial chants, repeating them like a mantra to remind herself of the sacred commitment she was making.


    The circumcision process was grueling and intense, but it was also a necessary rite of passage that marked her transformation from a mortal woman into an immortal warrior. Brutal as it was, this ritual, deeply woven into the codex of the Valkyries, had its impact. Through her pain and the tears that streamed down her face, the young huntress from Kasthra, once known as Eira, was forever bound to her oath by much more than just ink on a parchment.


    ????????????????. ???????? ?????????? ?????? ??????. ?????? ?????? ?????? ???????? ?????? ???????????????????? ???? ???????? ??????????????. ?????????????? ?????? ??????! ???? ??????????, ?????????? ??????????????!


    Bathed in the flickering light of the torch-lit sanctum, Eira emerged from the ordeal not as the woman she once was, but as a shell¡ªready to be bent and formed however was required. The path ahead would be arduous¡ªladen with pain, destruction, and recreation. But the young Valkyrie knew that she had taken the first, most crucial step into becoming what she had sworn to be: a tireless, unrelenting, and unrevering battle goddess, made for her emperor and his empire.

 Chapter VII: Indoctrination

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter VII ? Indoctrination


    Chasms. Hymns. Murmurs. The new Valkyrie knelt in the middle of the temple. Her eyes deeply focused, hypnotized, absent. She was in a different world, one of deep focus and commitment.


    The last few days did much. She had spent the first of them in bed, recovering from the ritual of purification. She felt like a different person¡ªdistant, detached, and somewhat alien to herself. The ritual had left an indelible mark on both her body and her psyche, leaving her hollowed, broken.


    The Emperor''s men wasted no time. This was exactly the state they wanted her to be in. It was one of emptiness, where she was ready to be indoctrinated as required. They told her countless stories about the Empire''s glory, and about the heroes and legends that walked the halls of the Union Palace, whose deeds echoed through the ages, and especially about the many glorious deeds and sacrifices of the Emperor himself. Each story was carefully crafted to instill a sense of awe and reverence for the Empire, making it clear that she was part of something much bigger than herself.


    In addition to these tales of grandeur, the Valkyrie was also introduced to the Empire''s most closely guarded secrets. She learned about the political machinations that lay beneath the surface of everyday life, the alliances and rivalries that shaped the world, and the dark arts practiced by the Emperor''s most trusted advisors. It was a glimpse into a world that few were ever privy to; a world that held untold power and influence.


    The days passed slowly as the Valkyrie underwent her transformation. Her armor and parade uniform both stood ready for her, emitting unreal beauty when the sun reflected on them, symbols of her new identity as a warrior in the service of the Empire. The parade uniform was a military white dress with golden epaulettes, a blue skirt, white gloves, and black boots. It was a stunning piece of clothing, but she was informed that she would only wear it on rare occasions. Most of her time would be spent wearing her armor, a heavy and imposing piece of equipment that felt like it pressed down upon her very being from just looking at it.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    Putting on the armor for the first time therefore felt powerful, and just as cumbersome as imagined. She felt her body being dragged down, the weight of the armor pulling heavy on her, just like her oath and her duty. She had to embrace it. There was no way around it. She needs to wear it. She has to endure. And she has to be proud doing so. She was. She truly was. So the Emperor''s men told her, and so she told herself.


    Next, she was taught the intricacies of body language and royal behavior according to protocol. As a Valkyrie and the Emperor''s bodyguard, the image she had to emit was not just crucial; it was sacred. It had to be perfect¡ªan embodiment of honor and dignity that reflected the image of the Empire. The tiniest detail, the slightest movement, even the way her hair flowed, and especially how her eyes met another''s¡ªall were regulated by a strict code of etiquette, spanning generations.


    In addition to these protocols, the Valkyries were trained in subtle, secret forms of communication. They learned to read each other''s movements and expressions with unparalleled precision, silently discerning danger or intrigue from the slightest shift in posture or change in tone. This silent language was a testament to their bond as sisters-in-arms, forged through shared experiences and dedication to their duty. It was a language that few outside the Valkyrie Order could comprehend, and it served as both a tool of secret communication and a further symbol of their unwavering loyalty to the Emperor.


    The training was rigorous, demanding not only utmost discipline but also a very acute awareness of the world around them. The Valkyries were taught to be ever-vigilant, their senses attuned to the slightest hint of treachery or danger. They are masters of deception and subterfuge, able to blend seamlessly into the background when necessary and strike with lightning speed when duty called. It was a life of constant attentiveness and service, one in which personal desires and emotions were secondary to their sworn duty.


    Indeed, these last days changed her; they had stripped her of her old life and identity and replaced them with a new purpose, a new role, and a whole new perception of how things are. Yet there was always something of her former self that remained¡ªa faint echo of Eira in the depths of her being. And the Emperor''s men knew this, which is why they pushed her indoctrination ever further, to turn her into the perfect vessel for her eternal role as a Valkyrie. And so they went on, relentless in their pursuit of absolute loyalty and devotion.

 Chapter VIII: Proving Her Worth

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter VIII ? Proving Her Worth


    Bloodshed. Carnage. Savagery. Being trained in manners at court was one thing, but being warriors first, training Valkyries in the art of battle was just as important. They were pushed to serve their duty as the Emperor''s bodyguards with utmost efficiency, learning various techniques using all kinds of weapons¡ªfrom daggers, short swords, long swords, spears to bows and crossbows, but also various blunt weapons and even unarmed combat. Every weapon had its own unique set of skills, which they mastered through rigorous practice. The instructors were the finest warriors in the Empire, each one a seasoned veteran with a lifetime of experience on the field of battle. They taught the young Valkyrie the finer points of swordplay, from the delicate parry and riposte to the brutal overhead swing that could cleave through armor and bone alike, and many more techniques.


    One thing was strictly off-limits for Valkyries, however: magic. Once a prevalent force in the world, introduced by the Demons from old times, it was almost entirely gone. The art was frowned upon by many, especially within the Empire''s ranks. It was considered dangerous and unreliable, and dishonorable anyway. This decision solidified their role as pure warriors, but it left them with only a limited possibility of ranged attacks. This was their only weakness, and they had to make it up by getting even more skilled.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    As part of her training, the young Valkyrie was pitted against a variety of opponents to test her skills in combat. These battles were intense and required absolute focus. Every opponent brought an unique set of challenges, and they all pushed the young Valkyrie''s abilities to the limit. The Emperor''s men watched closely, evaluating her every move, searching for any weakness that could be exploited or areas where she needed further training.


    The most grueling part of her training involved battling against wild animals. These were not ordinary fights. They were deathmatches without mercy. Savage beasts¡ªlions, bears, and even scaled monsters of all sizes¡ªwere set loose upon her, and only victory would prove her worthiness as a Valkyrie. Failure was not an option, for the fate of the Empire rested on her shoulders. Death was always a preferable alternative to a weak Valkyrie, so the protocol said.


    The battles against the beasts were meant to push her to the brink of exhaustion and despair, to test her will and her resolve. And through each battle, the Valkyrie emerged stronger and more determined than before. She learned to control her fear and channel it into her weapons, turning her very weaknesses into strengths. The woman once known as Eira had a great reputation for her fighting skills already, but now she turned into something truly terrifying. She became a one-man army; a brutal force to be reckoned with on the field of battle, her savage inner beast unleashed in the heat of combat.


    Through it all, the Valkyrie remained ever-vigilant, her training etched into her very soul. She became a true warrior, ready to stand alongside her sisters-in-arms and defend the Empire against any threat that might arise. The Emperor''s men were satisfied. Well trained in war and manners, purged internally and externally, she was now ready to take her oath. And as she stood at the ready, her bloodstained armor gleaming in the sunlight, the world would soon know that a new Valkyrie had been forged - a legend of unbreakable will and indomitable spirit, a symbol of the power and might of the Empire itself.

 Chapter IX: Oath

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter IX ? Oath


    Many weeks of intricate indoctrination and training were over. The young Valkyrie was deemed ready for her oath-taking. Technically she had already sworn her oath when she signed the contract. But rituals are important. This oath of loyalty would serve as a confirmation to make things official. Before that, though, a series of intricate tests were conducted to ensure the success of the Valkyrie''s transformation. These tests were designed to provoke and challenge her thoughts and interests, making her respond in favor of the Emperor at all times, no matter what.


    The young Valkyrie had to answer many provocative, painful, and sometimes paradoxical questions. The Emperor''s men were masters in the art of both physical and psychological warfare, and therefore perfectly skilled in detecting doubt and wavering. They watched intently for any signs of hesitation or weakness. However, through their meticulous observation, they determined that the young warrioress had truly embraced the Valkyrie''s code of conduct and was ready for the ceremony.


    The preparations for the oath-taking were made with utmost order and precision. The palace buzzed with anticipation as the ceremony room was adorned with vibrant colors, symbols of the Empire, and intricate designs that represented the sacred bond between the Valkyries and their Emperor. When the time for the oath approached, the young warrioress knelt in the center of the room, surrounded by her fellow Valkyries who stood as witnesses to this pivotal moment.


    The Emperor descended from his throne, his presence filling the room as he approached his future Valkyrie.


    "Eira of Kasthra," the Emperor began, referring to her old name as he put his sword on her shoulder. "Do you swear allegiance to me, Konrad the Sixth, Emperor of Thessia, bind your life to me, and commit yourself to serve me as a Valkyrie?"The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    She answered according to protocol: "Yes, my Emperor, I do."


    "Do you, Eira of Kasthra, renounce all ties to your former life, including your belongings, your civil rights, your family, and your former name?" asked the Emperor solemnly.


    The young Valkyrie''s response rang out, "Yes, my Emperor, I do."


    "Do you swear to uphold the laws and values of this Empire, without hesitation or compromise?" he asked next, his gaze locking with hers in a silent understanding of the gravity of her response.


    Without missing a beat, she replied, "Yes, my Emperor. I do."


    With a powerful voice the Emperor continued: "Do you pledge your life, your existence, your honor, and your loyalty to the Empire and its people for all time, even beyond death?"


    As the young warrioress said "Yes, my Emperor. I do." one last time, the Emperor''s part was done, and it was now time for her to make an individual promise. This promise was unique for each Valkyrie, and it had to be something that came from the bottom of her well indoctrinated heart. These very words would be taken as the standard for her service, and these very words would be the ones she would have to reference in the ritual of ascension at the end of her service in this sphere, should she ever reach it.


    "My Emperor", she began, "I shall promise that I exist only for you. My love belongs to you alone; I renounce all kind of personal freedom. My only goal is to protect you, so that you in turn can protect the Empire. I am convinced with all my heart that you will continue its glory; to expand its glory even. Hail, my Emperor, Konrad the Sixth, blessings upon you! Let me serve you and Thessia forevermore."


    With this, the pact was finally sealed¡ªthe legendary Valkyrie''s circlet was placed upon her head by the Emperor, and the essence of Eira faded away. Born was a resolute warrioress with a new name.


    "Arise, Seraphina, third of her name," he intoned, his voice resonating through the room like thunder.


    A murmur of awe rippled through the crowd as Seraphina rose to her feet, her heart swelling with pride and honor. The oath had been taken. She took a step back and found her place in the ranks of her fellow sisters, beginning to sing a song in praise of the Emperor along them. She was now immutably one of the Emperor''s elite guards¡ªa Valkyrie, dedicated to protect and serve the Empire forever with everything she got.


    Welcome to your new world, Seraphina III.

 Chapter X: Immortality

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter X ? Immortality


    Being a Valkyrie is not without its luxuries. They may be bound by an endless set of rules, but it is ensured that they live a good life and have a share in the luxury that surrounds them. Each Valkyrie has her own maid who looks after her devotedly. They ensure that the Valkyrie is always in good condition¡ªtidy, healthy and in high spirits. These maids have an open ear for the Valkyrie''s worries and troubles. They comb and braid their hair into the required braided hairstyle, and they also clean their armor, their body, and arrange everything else. The Valkyries do not have to worry about all these mundane things. They can fully focus on their task alone.


    Seraphina has not done much yet, but her place in history is already guaranteed. She was added to the annals of the Empire, and a portrait of her was painted, immortalizing her beauty on a canvas forever. Surely people in the future would look back at her in awe. Other Valkyries will see her image, and train hard to be just like her¡ªsimilar as she did when she saw these awe inspiring portraits and statues of past Valkyries and heroes. Seraphina had all right to be proud. Proud, but never arrogant. Humility is a great virtue of the Valkyries, and her oath reminded her of it daily.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    She got along with everyone, and they all looked up to her. From lowly servants, simple soldiers, captains, noblemen, to the Emperor''s closest followers¡ªthey all very much respected and loved her. All around her, whispers of admiration echoed. Seraphina always adhered to protocol, and it quickly became clear that she indeed was a wonderful addition to the Valkyries.


    As Seraphina got to know the other Valkyries closer, they formed a strong bond among themselves. Their shared purpose as protectors of the Empire forged an unbreakable camaraderie. They trained together, fought together, and faced adversity as an united front. Despite their individual strengths, it was this collective unity that made them truly formidable. Seraphina found comfort in their friendship, finding solace amidst her newfound responsibilities.


    All in all, Seraphina got along fine. But a little sting in her heart remained. Every time she would walk past an emblem of Kasthra, her old home province, she would feel it. The severed connections to her past life, the love she had known, and the friends she had left behind lingered like a bittersweet abstract melody, secretly haunting her thoughts amidst the grandeur of her new life as a Valkyrie.

 Chapter XI: Service

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XI ? Service


    Weeks and months flew by. Seraphina immersed herself in the routine of her new life as a Valkyrie. The service was both exhausting and exhilarating, with each day''s service going from dawn till deep into the night, leaving little room for personal freedom or downtime. The days were filled with grueling training sessions, strategic meetings, and long hours standing at the Emperor''s side. Seraphina remained steadfast, her attention never faltering to defend him with unwavering zeal.


    The work of the Emperor of Thessia was a relentless whirlwind, a ceaseless torrent of responsibility that carried with it the weight of an entire realm. Seraphina always observed him as he navigated the complexities of governance, a tapestry woven with difficult decisions and heavy choices. Each meeting, a struggle; each decree, a moment of grave consequence. It was no small task: Governors sought favors, Generals awaited orders, and beneath his command, the fates of countless citizens hung in the balance. History was made here every single day.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    Seraphina felt the gravity of the Emperor''s role pressing down on her all too often. She was privy to his most confidential conversations and had the task of observing and listening, but she understood the limits that defined her role. She would never dare to judge him or advise him¡ªnot without his explicit command to do so.


    For Seraphina it quickly became clear that despite the high demands and sacrifices that her own duties entailed, the Emperor had to deal with a whole other dimension of challenges. She was made aware of this during her indoctrination process already, and it was something that felt more and more true every day. Inspired by this, Seraphina began to adapt to the rigors of Valkyrie service, and likewise also to the weight of her heavy plate armor. Both her body and mind grew accustomed to the demands of her new life, relishing in the challenges she faced each day. In addition to her physical and mental adaptation, Seraphina gradually strengthened her bond with the Emperor and her fellow Valkyries further. Their relationship was one built on strict discipline but also mutual respect and love.


    Life as a Valkyrie was distant and far different from her former life, a reality that took some time getting used to, no matter how intense her indoctrination and training was. Exhaustion and distress, but also a certain sense of revelation, were common occurrences among new Valkyries, and the Emperor''s men knew that the oath she had taken was not the end of her transformation process¡ªit was only the true beginning.


    Seraphina was always focused, living in the current day. Her transformation from a commoner into a Valkyrie was one of immense growth and adaptation. The rigors of her new life had once seemed insurmountable, but with time and determination, she faced each day with renewed strength and resolve.

 Chapter XII: Family

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XII ? Family


    Life within the Imperial court was not solely about the Emperor. His family¡ªEmpress Sofia V. and the princes¡ªalso reside there. The oldest, Prince Lukas VII, would one day succeed the throne. Even though the Empress and her sons mostly stay out of politics, their safety and well-being is no less crucial.


    Thus, the Valkyries would be assigned to watch over the Emperor''s family members in addition to their primary duty of guarding him. In these instances, Seraphina watched over them with the same unwavering dedication that defined her service to the Emperor. But when with them, things felt different.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    There was a strange sense of longing within Seraphina whenever she saw the young princes at play or witnessed moments of familial warmth between the royal family. Despite the indoctrination that had purged her personal desires, these glimpses into a life beyond duty stirred something deeply locked within her, a yearning for something she could never hope to attain.


    Her body ached for this longing, constantly biting at her, but she learned to suppress it, channeling it into her service instead. Seraphina''s relationship with the imperial family, similar to the Emperor himself, always remained strictly professional. As a Valkyrie, her relationship to them was bound by a clear set of rules¡ªsacred vows that could never be broken. Her oath of chastity, which was physically ensured, added a further layer of protection from within. Empress Sofia appreciated this tradition, as she could rest easy, knowing that her husband''s protectors posed no threat to their marriage.


    Through it all, Seraphina continued to remain steadfast in her service. She stood guard, watching over the Emperor and his family, ensuring their safety at all times. The burden of her responsibility, despite having grown somewhat accustomated to it, still weighed heavily upon her. But she found solace in the knowledge that she was part of a greater whole¡ªa defender of the realm who lived for service alone.

 Chapter XIII: The Grand Gala

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XIII ? The Grand Gala


    An opulent event awaited the Empire¡ªa grand gala that would attract envoys and dignitaries from all corners of the world. The occasion was one of great diplomatic importance, and Seraphina, along with her fellow Valkyries, prepared meticulously for it.


    The Valkyries'' maids were a flurry of activity, ensuring that every hair was in place, every single fiber of the Valkyries sat perfect, that their image was almost godlike. The Valkyries themselves maintained their well trained composure, aware that even the slightest misstep could tarnish the image of their order. For Seraphina, it was the first real time in her parade uniform. Wearing something different than her heavy armor felt strange. She had accustomed to it so much in the last few months that she completely forgot already how it felt to wear light garments.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    The gala was a stage for grand displays of power, wealth, and unity. The Valkyries, in their magnificent parade uniforms, knew that their presence would be the focal point for all in attendance. The mere sight of them, despite the impressive attire of the nobility, would leave the attendees awestruck. Their poise and grace were a testament to the rigorous training and indoctrination they had undergone.


    Though the Valkyries'' appearance was impenetrable, their mannerisms exuded an air of warmth and approachability that endeared them to the nobles. They conversed with ease, yet remained highly attentive and alert regarding the courtly intrigues and politics that swirled around them. The nobility was captivated by the enigma that was the Valkyrie Order, and their presence at the gala was a masterstroke of diplomacy orchestrated by the Empire.


    As the evening progressed, Seraphina and her sisters-in-arms were busy engaging in conversations that subtly steered the discussions towards the Empire''s favor. Their words were like a silken sword, weaving a web of influence that left those around them entranced. It was a delicate dance, one where every move held significance, and every word carried weight.


    In the grand scheme of things, this gala was not merely a celebration of the Empire''s might but also a strategic diplomatic maneuver. The Valkyries, with their regal presence and eloquence, were important instruments through which the Emperor secured tactical alliances and gained favors from internal and foreign powers.

 Chapter XIV: Revolt

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XIV ? Revolt


    It was the year 267 a.CR. Seraphina had been serving as a Valkyrie for three years already. Things were mostly calm, but now disturbing news arrived at the court. The province of Danas had staked an open revolt, with the province of Gahlen following close second. All over the empire, smaller and larger revolts broke out. Why?


    Seraphina spent most of her time at the Emperor''s side in these last three years, and because of that, she was well involved in political developments. Yet it is a mystery to her how anyone could dare to rise up against the beloved Emperor. However, she has to admit that she only knows about the events on the continent from the stories told at court. Rarely leaving the walls of the Union Castle, she knows little about what is actually happening in the world outside.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    Yes, there are some economic difficulties and unequal redistributions. Thessia is a large continent, and famines, conflicts, poverty and banditry are things that unfortunately cannot be avoided. But no one was aware that the situation was boiling so much¡ªor didn''t want to be aware of it.


    Danas has always been a difficult province. Located in the far west, bordering Kasthra to the east, far from the Union Castle and isolated from the rest of the continent by the Kirgen Mountain Range, it has developed its own small distinct culture. It already rebelled a century ago, but the resistance was quickly crushed. Now it tried again.


    Gahlen, on the other hand, located in the far southeast, is a rich region, but for some reason, it too has always been difficult to control. Powerful nobles and merchants come from there and always demanded more and more privileges¡ªrecently some that the Emperor could not concede to them. It was only a matter of time before the situation became heated.


    Nevertheless, one thing seemed strange. The situation in which the individual provinces rebelled was well organized¡ªtoo well. Help must have been provided from within the Union Castle. A plot against the Emperor, once again. Nothing unusual. But now the situation would lead to civil war. And the Valkyries would have to face their ultimate challenge.

 Chapter XV: Revolution

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XV ? Revolution


    The stage must have been set a long time ago. The rebels, apparently skilled in rapid assaults, managed to form an army surrounding the Union Palace in no time at all. They came from everywhere: the outlying forests, from over the horizon, the sea, even from within its own walls. It was a large-scale plot, the likes of which the Empire had never seen before.


    The rebels'' goal was clear, but it also revealed their weakness: to swiftly capture the Union Palace and kill the Emperor and his lineage as quickly as possible before Imperial reinforcements could arrive. It was a risky gamble on their part, and with no time to lose, the Emperor''s men, in response, sent hasty requests for help in all directions.


    What a humiliation it was! The Emperor had to call for help. Had to play for time. Trapped within his own walls! The imperial family was taken to a safe place within the underground of the palace, and the Valkyries stood ready to defend them to the last drop of blood. But first the rebels would have to get past the soldiers. That, however, was more or less guaranteed to happen. The rebels outnumbered the soldiers 4:1, and worse, almost all gates were down. Whatever spy network infested the walls of the Union Palace, it had done a remarkable job. First clashes already ended in the rebels'' victory.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    General Kyrill himself was leading one of the imperial armies. Seraphina had rarely seen him in the last few years, but she had never forgotten him. When she caught sight of him, already hurt and retreating from the first onslaught, she quickly approached him.


    "Eir...¡ªSeraphina...!" he said, out of breath. "This doesn''t look good. They''re almost in the courtyard!", he continued, glancing at her in despair. "The real battle will be fought in the narrow corridors of the underground. You have a tactical advantage there. You know what to do...!"


    Seraphina stared at him, but remained silent. Kyrill had something more to say. She knew it.


    "I''ll stall them off! But I think... I think this will be my last stand," he said in a pained voice, accepting his fate. "Seraphina... It was an honor to have known you."


    Seraphina leaned closer, taking off her gauntlet and gripping Kyrill''s hand tightly.


    "No Seraphina, your vow!", Kyrill shouted out in surprise.


    "And likewise honored so am I, General Kyrill. May we meet again in the hereafter, or in a better world.", she said, giving him a small satchel containing a medallion with the crest of Kasthra¡ªa memory of her past life she secretly kept with her.


    Kyrill lowered his head. It was a farewell. Forever. At least from this sphere. In this magical, yet sad moment, human nature won out over all indoctrination and urgency, albeit only for the flicker of a second. A love that could not be. Separated by protocol, oath, indoctrination, and war. Farewell, fair Kyrill. You are a true soldier to the bitter end.

 Chapter XVI: Loyalty

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XVI ? Loyalty


    Quarter after quarter fell, and Seraphina and the other Valkyries found themselves trapped in the underground of the Union Palace. Only they, the narrow walls and a wooden door stood between the rebels and the imperial family.


    "Give up!", the leader the rebels proclaimed. "You cannot win this! Don''t you see it?!"


    Seraphina and the other Valkyries looked at him with great caution, not intending to give in an inch.


    "I am Marcel of Gahlen, the leader of the rebellion. We have risen up against decades of tyranny, poverty, and exhaustion. The ''beloved'' Emperor you protect behind these lousy doors? He bled us dry for many years! Just like you.", he told them with a challenging but somewhat diplomatic tone. The Valkyries already knew where this was going.


    "I offer you a single chance!", Marcel said. "I allow you to live. In freedom. Go where you want, do what you want, be who you want. You are unshackled from your oath, of tyranny, of any burdens. It is no more. You can be yourself again. Be free! Just step aside, and go!"


    The Valkyries looked at each other. They were offered a choice that, for everyone else, would''ve been an attractive deal to consider¡ªone between freedom and life, or serfdom and death. For the Valkyries it was an insult. Abandon the Emperor? Betraying him?! No way! The Valkyries didn''t waver, didn''t surrender. They were conditioned for situations like these ones. This was the perfect crisis, and they were made to stand their ground. And so they did. Seraphina''s fellow Valkyrie sister, Johanna V, did the strike. It was swift, and with it, down fell Marcel, the rebel leader, to the ground.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    "You will... regret this....", Marcel said with his last breath, covered in blood. Multiple dozen men behind him immediately rushed in, shocked by this result but aimed to avenge their fallen commander. How?! How could the Valkyries be so dumb? How could they, just a dozen of armored women, dare to challenge an army of hundreds? Would they really rather live in serfdom to a tyrant, and die with him, instead of having freedom? Why? What was done to them? How could the Emperor create such beings?


    Storming in on the Valkyries, a battle against them however quickly proved to be futile in these narrow corridors. To get past them, explosives were necessary. The Valkyries themselve knew this and, having been well trained in the art of psychological warfare, they mockingly held up some explosives to the rebels'' faces. The Valkyries were full willing to do the job themselves. They would all die but collapse the corridor in doing so, thus preventing the rebels any way to the Emperor. So no matter what would happen¡ªthe rebels would never make it to the Emperor in due time.


    "How could the Emperor create such beings?". Indeed. That''s what the rebel soldiers began to ask themselves as the Valkyries mowed through their ranks, much more terrifying than even the Demons from old ages. Their reputation was already intimidating. Facing them equally was. But actually having to fight them was the final straw. What the rebels had to see was nothing short of terrifying. The Valkyries, ethereal beautiful looking women¡ªthey were beasts without limits, and the narrow corridor began to be filled with corpses. They started to build a bloody wall made out of dead rebels right in front of their enemies, and the look in their savage eyes was one that instilled pure terror in every single man.


    Despite having come so far, and despite outnumbering them so much, this situation was hopeless for the rebels. The nature in many of these simple men got the better of them. They fled, pure terror written on their faces. Others still stood, but wavered. They knew that they were powerless. Imperial reinforcements were approaching, and it was clear: The Valkyries saved the day, and the Empire. One more song added to their legend.

 Chapter XVII: Purgatory

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XVII ? Purgatory


    Silence. It''s haunting. The Union Palace is usually a bustling place. But now, in the aftermath of the invasion, no one dared or wished to speak. The Emperor sat quietly on his throne, surrounded by a few servants and his Valkyries¡ªthe ones who survived. The invasion cost him a fortune of his best men. They may be numerous, but some of the finest are no more. The Valkyries were decimated too. Four brave souls lost their lives. It was the Valkyries who were tasked to support the soldiers at the outer walls during the invasion. It was a death command. One they bravefully took, and faced. Out of the sacred dozen, there were now only eight left.


    The pain was written all over the Emperor''s face. It was clear to everyone: now there would be no mercy. Things had gone too far. The rebellion would be crushed with extreme brutality, its ring leaders would be publicly tortured and executed, rebellion strongholds razed to the ground. The Emperor did not want to see his country burned, but authority had to be restored, and a short period of intense misery was better than a civil war that would drag on for years.


    Yes, the Valkyries have once again saved the Empire, that much was clear. Certainly, every single soldier has contributed, but had it not been for the Valkyries'' unwavering loyalty and their ironclad fighting skills, the Emperor and his family would no longer exist. He was deeply grateful to them. Therefore the loss of four of them hurt him all the more. But the bad news would not stop there.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    One would think that protocol should play a subordinate role in these difficult times. But that is wrong. On the contrary, what Seraphina had to tell him was all the more important in these times¡ªand therefore all the more painful.


    Seraphina asked for ''Purgatory''¡ªan intense training program for Valkyries who failed. She submissively bowed her head in deep shame and told about her brief moment of weakness with Kyrill. About her taking off her gauntlet to touch him. Of the hidden medallion. Of a very brief moment of doubt¡ªdeep worry not just about the Emperor, but also for her brother from Kasthra; flickers from her past life she should have pushed aside a long time by now. All terrible offenses for a Valkyrie. They had to be perfect, even in a moment of crisis. Especially there. If anything, it all revealed that there was still something of Eira left in her. That she wasn''t completely dedicated yet. Protocol saw this an act of transgression, and so did Seraphina and some of the Emperor''s men.


    A hundred lashes and a month of isolation, filled with deepest indoctrination and harshest training. This judgement was more painful for the Emperor than it was for Seraphina, not only because he liked her very much, but also because he really needed her now. He also did not want to punish someone who just saved him and the Empire, especially not for something so minor.


    But rules are rules. They apply throughout the country, from the peasant to the Emperor, and above all, to the Valkyries. She withdrew with some of the Emperor''s men, determined to truly eradicate the last traces of Eira from her, so that she could be perfect for her Emperor. From here on forevermore.


    And so she endured what she had to endure, and it did its thing. After Seraphina emerged from her purgatory training a month later, her eyes burned with a fierce determination that sent chills down the spines of those who looked into them. Her ethereal aura had not dissipated, but rather, it had evolved into something more potent, more ominous. It was as if Seraphina had lost a part of her humanity. Because that''s what happened. Rest in peace, Eira. Now only a pure battle angel remains.

 Chapter XVIII: Civil War

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XVIII ? Civil War


    Fire. Smoke. Wailings and lamentations. The Empire was burning. By the hand of the Empire. The Emperor''s forces moved in swift and merciless, taking down every region that wouldn''t immediately surrender and swear their loyalty to him. The rebels retaliated to the invasion of their villages by ravaging the roads, indulging in guerilla warfare and terrorism. But like the Union Palace, they too were infested by a very skilled spy network.


    The Emperor''s net reached deep. His men in the shadows not only wore dark robes, but whatever was needed. They were chameleons, malleable, adaptable, they could infiltrate anything and anyone. So it is no wonder that some of the high-ranking rebels actually turned out to be subjects of the Emperor, with the aim of destroying the rebellion from within.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Yet, the rebels were cunning and prepared to do what it takes, similar to the Emperor. They already have proven their capability at the invasion of the Union Palace. But still, the Emperor had a much more capable propaganda machine. Compared to them, he managed to maintain all the pomp and grandeur while fighting this war, rallying people from all around the Empire for his cause. However, truth be told, the brutal campaign against the rebels tore considerably at his reputation, and correspondingly also at that of the Valkyries.


    Matters were further aggravated by the fact that the Emperor directed some Valkyries to take part in the attack against some rebel cities¡ªto even lead them. The Valkyries'' main task might be the direct protection of the Emperor, and they usually do not have command authority. But if the Emperor orders it, they rank above everyone, even Generals.


    One Valkyrie in particular, Cecilia II, the oldest among them, found the favor of the Emperor in these matters. She showed the world more than clearly that it is better not to make an enemy of the Valkyries. Calculated, beautiful, but also cold-blooded, she fulfilled her assigned tasks with complete loyalty, even if this meant that women, children, and innocents had to burn in the process. For her, like for the other Valkyries, there were no innocents. Only those for the Emperor, or against him.

 Chapter XIX: Ambush

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XIX ? Ambush


    It took only a few months for the Empire to regain complete control over all provinces again. But the fight was far from over. Perhaps it had only just begun. The Emperor wanted to prevent new flames from ever arising again, new wounds to be opened. So, even though the fighting came to a closure on the surface, with the Emperor emerging victorious, his men in the shadows continued the hunt. And so did the remnants of the rebels.


    The Emperor himself now focused on the realm''s restoration. He traversed the war-torn regions plagued by uncertainty, inspecting the land and rallying the spirits of his people. He listened to their problems, guaranteeing help and improvement. Most importantly, his presence served as a reminder that he was an ally to the people, not their oppressor.


    But not everyone believed this. The embers of rebellion still flickered dangerously close, waiting for the opportune moment to erupt anew. Tensions simmered just beneath the surface. It came to no one''s surprise that the Emperor was subject to countless attacks, both within cities but also during his travels on the road.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    The Emperor is just a single man. Made of flesh and blood. Protected by the Valkyries¡ªan seemingly unpassable wall of armor and savage dedication, but still a simple human being nonetheless. It would only take one moment. One arrow. One dagger. A single crucial thing to make it through the wall of defense; to pierce the Emperor fatally, and he would fall down, hopefully never to recover.


    What does it take? How can this be so hard?! A single man! The rebels tried again and again. Ambushes. Suicide missions. No matter. The Valkyries witheld everything. But it wasn''t without casualties. A fellow Valkyrie, Anja III, took a fatal arrow in one such ambushes. She didn''t hesitate for a second to throw herself in the line for her Emperor, even though she knew it would be a fatal blow for herself. Bleeding down on the ground, she begged everyone farewell, dying the honorable death of a warrior. One more gone. One more Valkyrie grounded to the dust. Seven remain.


    All these recent months did their toll, but the Valkyries remained steadfast, not showing any sign of weakness, no matter how many ambushes and stabs there have been. Ever vigilant. Ever fighting. They knew no rest. They were a great inspiration for everyone at the court, and beyond. This was definitely something that was needed in these exhausting times.


    Fight. Inspire. Terrify. They did it all. The last thing one wanted to be in these trying times was to be an opponent to the Valkyries. Everyone who was, was a poor sod.

 Chapter XX: New Blood

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XX ? New Blood


    Deep were the scars of the civil war that had torn through the land, and through the Empire''s forces likewise. It was now time to replenish them. Though the Emperor''s reputation had suffered grave damage, the Empire remained a formidable war machine. New recruits poured into the military training grounds, their faces a blend of hope and apprehension. Young men, and also some women, eager yet na?ve, had journeyed from every corner of the continent¡ªeach carrying dreams of glory, ambition, and the faint shade of idealism.


    Upon their arrival at the Union Palace, every recruit stood in awe. The magnificent, fully restored architecture, the lush gardens, and the overall grace of the grounds enchanted them deeply. They found themselves in the same position as Seraphina once had¡ªcaptivated by the fascination of what they saw. This wonder, combined with powerful whispers of propaganda, ignited within them a fervent sense of purpose that would soon make them loyal servants of the Emperor.


    Filling the ranks of the Valkyries, however, proved far more challenging. Even though there were plenty of potential candidates, the Emperor''s men had to exercise the utmost caution in their selection. Unlike the soldiers, becoming a Valkyrie was not just a job; it was a whole new existence. Selecting a woman to become a Valkyrie essentially meant destroying her civil life¡ªtransforming her wholly, forcing her to abandon everything she once knew and loved, just as Seraphina and all her sisters-in-arms once had done. And although many were willing, it was the rigor of the indoctrination and the training process that would reveal who among them was truly suitable. Failing it would mean death¡ªthe life of a good soul and lots of effort and time wasted. Something nobody wanted.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Still, the Emperor''s men understood the critical importance of the Valkyries and what it takes to forge them. And so, even if it took some time and unfortunately also some losses, the Valkyries came to be a complete sacred dozen again. For Seraphina, and surely also for some of the other Valkyries, it felt a little strange to see the remaining positions filled again. The new Valkyries would never be able to replace their fallen sisters, but that was not the point. What mattered was that the ranks themselves were filled, and that these new Valkyries could fight as bravely as their predecessors had before them¡ªwith the same unwavering zeal and dedication that was required from each one of them.


    The Empire was once more finding its footing, but the specter of treachery loomed large. The shadows of the civil war had risen from within, fueled by betrayal and corruption, and the hunt for the traitors was just beginning. The Empire had not forgotten, and it would not forgive. The enemy¡¯s spy network was a festering wound that, if left untreated, would hinder any hope for lasting peace. Only by uprooting this insidious corruption could the Empire hope to secure its future.

 Chapter XXI: Transition

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XXI ? Transition


    Time went on. 274 a.CR. Much has happened in the last few years. A prolonged civil war was averted, but the reconstruction of the Empire, constant new sabotage actions by the remaining rebels, as well as the eradication of the corrupt network that infested the Union Palace kept everyone at court busy. There have been quite a few executions in the recent years. Fake advisors, corrupt captains, treacherous nobles ¡­ they all had to take the fall. But now, soon, a Valkyrie would die. Cecilia II. Not because she did something wrong. On the contrary. It was because of the code.


    She would not fall. She would rise instead.


    Valkyries have a maximum age. The codex is clear: it states that Valkyries must leave this sphere when either their emperor dies, he abdicates, or they turn 40. Cecilia was now at this point. She would soon turn 40, and with that, "Ascension" awaited¡ªthe transition into the afterlife, where she would prepare the way for her emperor and her fellow sisters to follow.


    For the Valkyries, this was not an execution. Not a punishment. It was the greatest honor, and their goal. Every Valkyrie knew that one day this would be her fate, and a logical consequence if she wouldn''t die a warrior''s death before. Cecilia served her emperor long and faithfully. But now her youth was fading, and so it was time to go.


    Thessia''s religion is complicated, more so than its political landscape even. While a warrior''s death is the ultimate preference, it is believed that everyone enters the afterlife in the form in which one leaves the world. No one knows what awaits there. But it would take some time to regenerate one''s form over in the afterlife; to reach the best state there. Mortal wounds would heal faster than old age, but nonetheless, the Valkyries had to enter it in a form as perfect as possible. Because of this, a Valkyrie''s transition into the afterlife had to happen through a so called "white method"¡ªan execution where the body would not be damaged. As tradition has it, this is naturally done by being slowly raised and asphyxiated through the gallow¡ªa much more painful method than being hanged by falling and having the neck snap. But such is the way of things.


    No one said that Ascension would be painless. It is a gruesome spectacle, and for many from outside Thessia it is a barbaric and savage tradition. Yet it has its purpose. It is a bittersweet reminder of the fragility of time¡ªa warning from old times to the Emperor and the Empire itself; The Empire must constantly renew itself if it wants to survive, or it will find itself in the same situation as 274 years ago again. Ironically, this code is fixed and can not be reformed. No matter how much the Emperor loved his Valkyries and wanted to keep them with him, he had to follow this codex. He had to summon Cecilia to him. And with a heavy heart he had to tell her it would soon be time.


    Taking the news with calm and reverence, Cecilia then was draped in the death dress¡ªa third piece of garment Valkyries would wear once Ascension is ripe. It was a shimmering garment that rippled with threads of blue, white, and gold¡ªthe natural colors of the Empire. It looked even more georgous than the armor she had worn for decades, and even more so than the parade uniform. It was soft yet regal, a cloak of fate woven for her last journey.


    As protocol demanded, she would spend her last days in this dress, speaking little and focussing on deep prayers and farewells. The glory of the Valkyries¡¯ past and the gravity of their future swirled around her in a heavy yet sacred atmosphere. In these final hours, she would unite her spirit with divine purpose.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    When the day approached, on Cecilia''s 40th birthday, each Valkyrie gathered to pay homage, whispering encouraging words tinged with sorrow. Seraphina felt the ache of loss already manifesting in her heart, a preemptive grief for her sister-in-arms. They exchanged silent glances, reminiscing about battles fought side by side, and all the special moments they shared with each other in their service to the land and the Emperor. Soon, those moments would become echoes, fading into the tapestry of memory.


    As noon crested the horizon, the sun standing at its firmament, the time for Ascension arrived. Like the sun, Cecilia stood tall, her sisters closely behind her. Servants busied themselves around them, preparing the ceremonial area where the gallow awaited. The presence of the Emperor, his family, so many nobles from all over the world, and such a large number of servants and soldiers ¡­ it added an incredible air of reverence. They all wanted to pay their respects to one of the greatest warriors of their time.


    Approaching the gallow felt surreal, as if time had slowed. Seraphina could not make out a flicker of nervousness within Cecilia. She had been trained to embrace this, indoctrinated to perceive it as the greatest honor to serve in death as she had in life. There was resolve in her eyes as she stepped forward, her wonderful dress shimmering across the sunlight like a beacon calling her home.


    With grace she approached the noose, her breath steadying amidst the gathering. And as the noose was put around her neck, the world itself seeming to hold its breath. Cecilia closed her eyes momentarily, putting her hands into a prayer position, and for a minute there was total silence. With this, the ceremony had begun. When she opened her eyes after this long minute, she broke the silence by reciting the vow she did over 20 years ago. "My Emperor ¡­", she started, "¡­ In life and beyond, I am bound to serve. I am yours, now and forever ¡­". Then she continued her vow from back then in an updated form: "You guided me. I have sworn to serve you in this world as best as I could, and so I did. I believe we all made a change. I will now continue to do so in the afterlife. Hail, my Emperor, Konrad the Sixth, glory upon you forever!".


    There were murmurs and whispers. It was an incredible tense atmosphere. Serene, beautiful, but yet so sad. Many couldn''t take it, and they began to cry. The Emperor himself retained his composure, his eyes cloaked behind deep shadows. Only schooled eyes could make out just how much he was suffering.


    Then, perfectly akin to protocol and with haunting beauty, Cecilia sang¡ªa melody laced with devotion, a hymn of mourning, but also one of deep praise and love for the Emperor and Thessia itself. It was her farewell, a final tribute to the life she had lived. Seraphina and the other Valkyries joined her in this song, and it was moments like these ones ¡­ everyone would remember forever.


    Cecilia''s hands were bound respectfully behind her back, and the noose was tightened. No matter how well trained she was¡ªher body''s instinct will fight what was to happen now. The other Valkyries continued to sing as Cecilia was raised, ascending both symbolically and figuratively. Her body began to fight, and her face became distorted and blue. Ascension was a slow and cruel practice, and as the other Valkyries were tasked to uphold the serene atmosphere through their melody, the images of what everyone had to see was anything but.


    It took minutes, time stretching like an infinite dawn, but eventually Cecilia''s last fight came to an end. When she ceased struggling, her face began to radiate a sense of calm again. She was gone ¡­ her soul elevated into the afterlife amidst the chorus of the Valkyries.


    Silence cloaked Seraphina as she looked to the ground. Her own ascension was still a decade away, but the thought of it now felt heavier, laced with the awareness of the flesh she would have to surrender. An unshakeable shadow loomed in the corner of her mind¡ªthe knowledge that this honor, an eternal embrace of servitude, came only after the greatest of sacrifices. Would she be as brave as Cecilia had been? Would she be prepared to let go?


    Seraphina was 30, with the latter half of her service in this world still ahead of her. But the older she got, the more she felt time flee. Yet, she knew one thing: as the echoes of the ceremony faded into the ether, surrounded by her onlooking sisters, all of them vowed to continue their service as best as they could.


    "We will honor you, Cecilia. You are not forgotten."

 Chapter XXII: Calm

    <div>


    Valkyrie ? Chapter XXI ? Calm


    Money means little. True wealth comes from something else. The Emperor once again felt painfully aware of that. The death of a Valkyrie always takes a heavy toll on him. The fact that all those who are no longer here have left this world with honor and dignity meant little to him. In these trying times, honor and dignity sometimes felt like a mockery. But that was just the feeling of a man who was worn down. Taking another look at the Valkyries reminded him again what honor and dignity meant¡ªhow important they were, and how important his own position was. The Valkyries were doing all this for him¡ªtheir Emperor. He could not give up. Never. Because neither could they.


    These last years did much to the Emperor. If it weren''t for the support of the Valkyries and his family, he might have gone insane long ago. Politics is a terrible battlefield. He tried to pacify everyone, wanting the best for all people in the Empire, regardless of their rank or origin. And yet he was called a tyrant by many.


    Thessia is like this. And his position is like that too. That''s just how the world ticks. The role of the Emperor demands a constantly firm hand. He can try to keep it open, but all too many times someone will still try to strike it. The Emperor is forced to respond accordingly. He is forced to take action against his own subjects, and to send his own servants to damnation; to cause much suffering. All this so that Thessia can emerge stronger in the end.


    Sometimes the Emperor himself wondered how the Valkyries could be so loyal. Shouldn''t they hate him? For having taken away their civilian lives? For the fact that they have to live a life of constant selfless service to him? That they will have to die early, one way or another? No. Even if they were somewhat pushed into it, in the end it was their own decision to have chosen this life. And they weren''t complaining either. They had a choice at least. The Emperor didn''t. He was born into this. And like them he was just a servant. He didn''t wield true power. It was with the protocol. The codex. This old script from people long gone, written down and upheld by any force whatsoever... this was the very thing that wielded the true essence of power. A set of rules from past eras. Unreformable, unredeemable, unforgiving.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    The codex. Sometimes it really frightened him. It was so powerful, so merciless, so efficient... he, and especially the Valkyries, were the very manifestation of it¡ªhad to be. There was no questioning. The Emperor did not knew about a single Valkyrie in all of history who ever had been disloyal. Either because never such a Valkyrie ever existed, or because they had been erased from the chronicles with equal efficiency.


    But none of that mattered. The Valkyries have proven a hundred times that the Emperor could trust them. It was an unique, special relationship: he was at their mercy, and they at his. But the relationship between them was positive: intimate, loving, yet it always continued to remain strictly professional, even after so many years at each other''s side daily.


    There were things in the life of the Emperor that did not exist in the life of the Valkyries. Physical love. Leisure. But also increasingly gray hair. Depending on personal values and experiences, and of course indoctrination, this could be seen as a privilege, yet also as a burden. Mostly both.


    Unlike the Valkyries, the Emperor would not enter the afterlife in a perfect state. He had to enter it as an frail old man, and as the years continued to pass, it was precisely this aging that he increasingly noticed in addition to the general burden of his office. The Valkyries will never have to know what it is like when the body becomes fragile, the mind weary, the heart stone-heavy from the decisions he is forced to make daily.


    The Emperor is just a man, the rebels themselves said this often enough, and there is indeed only so much a man can take. The Valkyries and his family both were there for him. Physical protection wasn''t everything. Sometimes the Emperor had to be psychologically protected too. Therefore it was only fair that he could indulge in leisure persuits and the joys of the flesh from time to time. He did it rarely enough.


    He especially enjoyed taking moonlit baths with the Empress in their private gardens. They made love there, talked to each other, and renewed their spirit and energy. All while the Valkyries watched over them. Even in these intimate moments.


    Yes, it was moments like these where true wealth manifested. Seraphina was happy. The love she felt for her Emperor was not just indoctrinated. It was real, but abstract. Her own body had stopped yearning for the joy of the flesh a long time ago. All that mattered to her was that the Emperor and his family was well, and secure.