Cersei Lannister Wine Goblet Novels & Stories

Lanterns made of parchment cast warm golden light, swaying gently in the wind, inviting intimate conversation. The table was laid with signature dishes of the valley: herb-marinated roast meat, wild greens sautéed in white butter, baked pastries filled with forest berries, and most notably, Moonnectar mead, an ancient brew fermented only under full moons, with a sweet opening and a fiery aftertaste strong enough to make even old wolves whistle. The elders of Ivyshade sat alongside several high-ranking warriors from Blood Moon, raising their cups in a calm yet subtly tense atmosphere. This was no mere social dinner, it was a delicate meeting between leaders, where every smile carried subtle c

Maria exclaimed, her voice tinged with urgency. “Sorry, I was just watching—” I began to explain. “We’re not here to watch, Cercei. We’re here to serve. Come on,” she interrupted, tugging me towards the bustling kitchen. In her hand, she held a crimson mask, which she handed to me. Once I had donned the mask, she placed a tray laden with drinks into my hands, and we made our way to the ballroom.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Me?” he replied, tilting his head, eyes dark and steady. “Nothing… never mind,” I said, shaking my head, turning slightly away, but my chest was tight and my skin alive. He gave a small laugh. “This,” he said, gesturing around him, “is the cellar. Every barrel here, every bottle, every taste, has been prepared for tonight. The wine is called “Gin rosie”. It is rare, only released once a year, and it marks the loyalty of the pack, the harvest of the year, and… a reminder that power is earned, not given.”

"Joric… they're all watching us." Joric shot another frantic look at his wrist. The crystal was still dark. "Alpha?" Marcus nudged him. "Everyone's waiting." Joric took a deep breath and stood up. He'd come this far. There was no turning back now. "Pour the wine." A servant immediately brought two goblets of laurel wine. The golden liquid swirled, giving off a faint, sweet scent. He raised his glass. "By the witness of the Blood Moon and this pack, I, Joric of Blackfang, claim Giselle as my Luna."

"Could you help me with one more thing? The ceremonial goblets need to be polished and arranged. I'd do it myself, but I need to coordinate with the caterers about timing." "Of course," I said immediately. "Where are they?" "In the formal dining room," Elena said, already moving toward the kitchen. "Thank you so much!" I made my way to the dining room, where indeed there were several ornate goblets waiting to be polished. These would be used during the ceremony—one for Damon, one for Isabella, filled with the blessed wine that was supposed to symbolize their unified future. The wine that Cassandra would be dosing with wolfsbane in just a few hours.

was diverted. He had probably never seen so many good things before. Catelyn wanted to get him drunk, so she kept filling up his glass. "Try this bottle. You bought it from the auction house at that time, and it cost more than 300,000 dollars." "I really know how to enjoy myself!" "Cedrick" blurted out subconsciously and drained his glass. Catelyn poured him another bottle of wine, deliberately mixed it with the others, and brought it to his mouth.

"For Stannis. Or your brother, it's all the same. Why else seek your father's gods? You're praying for our defeat. What would you call that, if not treason?" "I pray for Joffrey," she insisted nervously. "Why, because he treats you so sweetly?" The queen took a flagon of sweet plum wine from a passing serving girl and filled Sansa's cup. "Drink," she commanded coldly. "Perhaps it will give you the courage to deal with truth for a change." Sansa lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip. The wine was cloyingly sweet, but very strong. "You can do better than that," Cersei said. "Drain the cup, Sansa. Your queen commands you." It almost gagged her, but Sansa emptied the cup, gulping down the th

I know we haven't quarreled once, nor has he bullied me for once, but this was weird. “Prince Kelvin!!” I bit my bottom lip. “Is what Tyrion guessing the truth? I didn't inhale that scent from him, yet he claimed to be the one I had a one-night stand with. The one-night-stand guy is the one that saved me in the woods and I almost caught at the restroom….but I'm not sure if he's the one providing for me since Prince Kelvin claims to be the one-night-stand guy and the one providing for me.” I exhaled a deep breath. Even though I hate Tyrion, I would take his advice this time by being cautious when it comes to Prince Kelvin.

He set one before me with a bow, the red wine gleaming dark as blood. I lifted the goblet, tilting it slightly. The scent was sweet, heavier than usual. My fingers paused on the stem. “Drink,” one of the lords urged, raising his own goblet in toast. “To stability in uncertain times.” I smiled faintly, though the weight in my chest tightened. Stability. A cruel jest. Before the rim touched my lips, a shadow moved. Cassian’s hand closed firmly over mine, lowering the goblet with quiet strength. “Not that one,” he said softly, his tone casual enough for the table, but his eyes sharp as a blade.

Aurelius asked with concern filled in his eyes as he helped her sit up. “Exhausted, but I have to complete the transition.” She managed to get on her feet and trudge to where he kept her magic stuff. A wooden cupboard that had a wooden box atop was adjacent to the couch, she opened her palms and her eyes flashed and the box unlocked. Glimmering gold rings were inside it, she smirked before she opened the cupboard which was attached to the wall of the cave, pulling out a golden goblet that was filled with blood. She smirked as she showed it to them. They caught a glance of the compelling liquid and they smiled. The goblet glowed as Cataleya's eyes flashed red. She passed it to Aurelius and he