Chapter 69

Standing behind one of the tall trees, Sasha peeked at the vast ground where a large number of tents were grounded in the ground, and in the middle, a huge double bell wedge tent stood high with Kastron's Flag flapping in the air right on top of it, that tent probably belonged to Ragnar.

The sun rays were already slapping half of the tents, the night fury faded away and the moon had to die down so the sun could shine again.

Many other flags along with the Walton Kingdoms flag were high in the air but lower than Kastron's Flag because the tent they were fixated over wasn't as huge as the one that belonged to Ragnar. It screamed who was the king.

What surprised her the most were the other flags. The Kingdoms she thought were blessed with power, justice, and happiness were bowing to Ragnar in the shadows. He must have achieved them over the past years, just like the way he conquered her kingdom.

His empire was huge, so huge her mouth was hanging low when her eyes landed on the tents fo