Celaena Throne Of Glass Characters 소설 & 이야기

Finally able to step out of the shadows and into the world. “ Celia Anasazi is my daughter. The Princess of the South. ” Aleister announces, and all hell breaks loose as people gasp and mumble and stare at the Royals in the throne room. Amidst it all, Celia’s eyes find me. Her eyes widen and she breaks free from Noelle to run towards me. “ Pretty Princess! ” She doesn’t regard the looks she is getting from others as she jumps into my arms. I, too ignore the looks I am getting and pick her up. She sniffles, snuggling into my neck as her small hands grip my shoulders tightly.

The man yelped pathetically. “Will do, King Chad,” Rohan replied. I stood there, surrounded by the royals of Keladia. Which meant Sere was one of them. “Thank you for stepping up for my daughter, Killian,” the Lycan said. “Serenya is a strong witch, but it eases my mind knowing she has allies on her side.” Serenya. Princess Serenya Valtoria. Heir to the throne of Balzaree. No wonder she never told me who she truly was.

"Before everything can be balanced, Kael has to be King because he is the rightful heir to the throne of Lycania as the offspring of late Queen Lily of Wylanda... And you are going to help him claim that throne, Lilac." ---

Kael's hand finds mine, and I feel his steady presence through the bond, grounding me. "I am Triarch Sulani," the woman on the citrine throne says. "This is Triarch Vex—" she gestures to the old man "—and Triarch Kira." The younger woman inclines her head. "You stand before the Council of Three, rulers of Varelle and keepers of the Opal Citadel. State your names and business." "I am Kael," Kael says, his voice steady. "Formerly of the Ardorfell royal line, now exiled. Cursed bearer of the Bloodwraith Mark. And this is Sevia of Eclipsehaven, dreamweaver and my bond-mate."

Zibor, amused, kissed her hand. “And this must be your Luna. Exquisite.” “Queen Luna,” Fiorella corrected smugly. I let it pass. She was not my queen. The orchestra hushed, announcing Lord Nathan Gray and his wives—Claire of France, Inessa of Russia—that's the vampire princess, and Elana of Scotland—each breathtaking, each introduced with ceremony. Gray kissed hands and lingered with the youngest, Elana, whose blush betrayed her. “The lucky bastard,” Zibor muttered. I disagreed. My Temptress was worth more than all three combined. The room had yet to meet her.

The atmosphere shifted when the Holy Circle arrived. Selene led the pack, presence a soft glowing irritation. Flanking her: Ivy Thornfield, looking like she'd sucked a lemon; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess with a gaze severe as a tectonic plate; Wren, Light Mage radiating manufactured purity; Amira, Nephilim Princess; and Rhysandra Nychus, lips finally normal but eyes still darting in panic. We retreated to changing stalls. I chose a sleek midnight-violet leotard with sheer mesh sleeves.

When I finished, Maren rose without a word, crossed to a small chest tucked beneath the window, and brought out a mural rendered on cracked, ancient canvas. The same one she had shown me the day I arrived, though I hadn't seen the full picture in my exhausted state. It was a mural of warriors of every kind standing shoulder to shoulder beneath a blood-red moon: wolf, bear, Lycan, painted in old, careful detail, and at the very center, a woman with silver-white hair, her hand raised toward the sky. "Her name was Selene," Maren said quietly. "The last true Moon-Blood Seer this kingdom knew. I believe, though I can't prove it with anything but an old woman's instinct, that she is the piece of s

Myra said quietly “How do you know that? you said I will be queen, I demand to sit on my throne,” Cordelia said. Myra turned her eyes flashing dangerously, Cordelia felt her blood run cold seeing the red glowing embers that now looked back at her from Myra’s beautiful face. “I know a lot, daughter of Ehlesaar… if you ever wish to see that throne, I would be very careful with how I speak,” she hissed the darkness emanating around her. Cordelia’s heart thumped, so this was the truth… The Dark Lord was within Myra…

While Thorn Pack wasn't particularly strong, Vahn was a formidable warrior, and I hoped he could protect her. To my shock, Vahn betrayed her just a year later, and my father, Valdora's Alpha King, was an accomplice in this betrayal. In my memories, Cecilia was a muscular young girl with bright red hair cropped short. Now, she had grown into a slender woman with blonde hair. Her makeup was streaked and faded, likely from exposure to the harsh sun. Despite her disheveled and weary appearance, her eyes remained unchanged—black, calm, and as deep as ever, like tranquil lakes.