Cersei Lannister Wine Goblet Novels & Stories

He was carrying a large cup. It was the ceremonial chalice. It was a beautiful thing, made of solid gold and covered in dark red rubies that looked like frozen drops of blood. It was filled to the very brim with dark, purple wine. “It is time, Darius,” Rowan said softly. He held the cup out to me with both hands. His face was very serious. I looked at the wine. It was dark and deep. The smell of it was very sweet, like overripe fruit, but there was something else beneath that sweetness. Something sharp. Something that smelled like old metal and bitter herbs.

The bonfire spits embers into the blood-red sky, each spark burning out before it can reach the swollen moon. The pack gathers in a tight circle, their faces painted with ash and ochre, eyes reflecting flames like hungry animals. I stand beside Arthur, my fingers curled into the sleeve of his ceremonial robe—too tight, but I can't let go. The fabric is rough under my nails, real enough to anchor me when everything else feels like it's slipping away. Arthur raises the silver chalice. The wine inside is dark as a fresh wound, swirling with something thicker than grapes. I catch the scent—bitter, like crushed herbs and rust. Wolfsbane. My stomach twists.

“Moreover, it seems very new and modern when you look at its color, but this is because Goryeo is rich in pearls. Hence, they crushed some pearls and mixed the powder in it to give it a iridescent glazing effect.” “If you don’t believe in me, you can send this for the carbon element identification. It’s not difficult to identify its age and composition.” Although his voice was low, he said it bluntly. Everyone was confused, except for Shane, Rosalie Naiswell, Charles, and Luis Zarate. No one knew what Harvey was talking about. Goryeo? Princess Cassandra? Were they related? ‘I did not study much. Don’t you fool me!’ At this time, Shane smiled and said, “Well, Charles, Harvey did not talk nons

Vashi said, snatching the goblet from the table she made to trash it on the floor to end this, but Jazell gripped her wrist. She took the goblet of wine from Vashi and then held it firmly in her hand. Jazell turned to gaze at Ragaleon, whose face was void of emotions. The glint of mockery in his eyes… she lowered her gaze. She brought the goblet to her rosy lips; she didn't just drink from the wine, she emptied the whole content and allowed the goblet to falter from her hand, making an eerie noise as it descended on the floor. Hearts began to thump as the hall remained silent, seconds passing by, eyes etched on Jazell. The whole place was silent for a fleeting second.

My stomach sang at the sight. "Eat my dear, we have so much to discuss" Discuss? Whatever the heck are we suppose to discuss when you are going to be dead soon. Again he drank from his goblet. I wish it was poisoned. The goblin was transparent with rubies crafted in it, it contained a red content that had a slight purplish in color when moved. I can bet that isn't any ordinary wine. I shivers slightly before glancing down at the food in front of me sniffing out to know if it was poisoned or had any of that nasty stuff in it.

"Drink," Elinor commanded. I stared at the silver goblet. The liquid inside was thick, smelling of honey and something metallic. My back was a roadmap of semi-healed scars, the Morse code of Evangeline’s whip still stinging beneath my shirt. Around us, the High Council sat in a circle of obsidian chairs, their faces hidden by masks of bone and gold. "Is this necessary?" I gripped the stem of the goblet. My knuckles were white. "The Board has seen enough of my blood."

Shiloh said handing him a Dark Moon bag. “I don’t have any glasses.” He admitted as he took the bag. “I brought those, too.” She blushed. “A housewarming gift.” “Thanks.” He said taking the bag into the kitchen. The girls each had one of Shiloh’s hands and were talking a mile a minute. Opening the bag, he found two bottles, already chilled, and four wine glasses in individual boxes. The first glass he pulled out was a crystal goblet with a pewter devil. The goblet sat on the pitchfork and the tail wrapped around it keeping it in place. There was a mate to it with a female devil.

I clutched the golden goblet in my hand tighter, my fingers trembling around its stem. Caelora stood near the first row of guests, waiting. As I neared her, she stepped forward and handed me a goblet—filled with a deep, rich wine. Fae tradition, she’d explained earlier. A symbolic gift, to walk down the aisle with instead of a human bouquet. To drink together after the vows were exchanged. I didn’t ask what kind of wine it was. The chalice felt heavier than it should’ve. I nodded my thanks and took a breath—then stepped forward again.

Only one servant remained, distracted by the clatter of trays near the back. Marcello moved swiftly. His fingers slipped into his pocket, retrieving the small vial—the witches’ gift. Inside, the silver liquid shimmered unnaturally, swirling as if alive. “Only a sip,” the witch had whispered. “And the bond will shatter forever.” He uncorked the vial, carefully pouring it into the goblet set aside on the polished tray—Dante’s glass, marked with the black crest of the alpha. It hissed faintly as it mixed with the deep red wine, but the color didn’t change. No scent. No sign.

Chapter 47 Reception, Toast and younger merlings Madissa leads the group to the table situated near the steps of the temple, where the honored seats for the mates of the ceremony are reserved. As Joe and Bryan take their seats, they notice the specially crafted goblets for toasting. These goblets contain a unique red wine that has been transformed into a gel-like substance to prevent it from dispersing into the underwater atmosphere. The gel ensures that the wine stays within the confines of the goblet, allowing the merfolk to enjoy their toasts without any spillage or waste.