Ludwig was the younger brother and he didnt mind. He loved and adored his elder brother. He was happy to be the lesser. The overlooked. He was proud of his brothers intimidating army and impressive empire. He was content with being in his big brothers shadow. Then, after WWI, he learned something. Small is weak and the weak are bullied. He would never again be small or weak. He would be great. He would be the empire everyone remembered. He would be feared and respected. The world would fall to its knees, and he would look down upon them. No one would stop him. No one would be better than him. No one was safe. Not even his dear brother.

Nighttime in Norway is one to none, it is literally almost pitch black and this terrifies Lukas to death. Not being able to see anything, not being able to hear anything, not being able to breathe without feeling like you're suffocating or that someone's standing right behind you. He wants help and comfort, but his big bad Viking pride gets the best of him and he attempts to suck it up and just deal. But then one day he just snaps. Will he spill his secret to the others, or will he continue to face his fears alone? Read to find out.