TYR

I stood over the long oak table, my palms pressed into the map spread wide across it. The light from the torches flickered against the parchment, making the borders of Magnikka and Bjord dance with orange glow.

My eyes traced every line, every pin and marker we had set since the war ended. The men from both kingdoms had fought side by side and bled together. That was something I never thought I would see in this lifetime.

Still, this unity needed more than shared bloodshed. It needed ...