Third-person POV
Valkyrie stood alone in the throne room, her hands folded neatly in front of her, though her nails dug into her palms hard enough to sting, and her eyes stayed fixed on the dark throne at the end of the hall, the same throne she had dreamed of sitting on for years. Soon, she thought. Soon it would be hers.
The room was quiet, and the throne itself looked almost alive, carved from black stone that seemed to pulse with its own energy. To anyone else, it was intimidating, but to Valkyrie, it was a promise.
