Novel & Cerita Cersei Lannister Wine Goblet

The question came out crooked. “Not at all, love.” Lord Avantus shifted, smile widening, and drew me down beside him. His arm slid around my waist possessively, pulling me flush against his side. “There you go.” My skin crawled. Bile rose in my throat. I should never have come. “Here.” Avantus pressed a goblet into my hand. “White Vale. Rich and sweet, just for you.” “Thank you.” I set it untouched on the table and glanced again toward the door. “When will Lord Cel’theren return?”

he said, reaching for a goblet of wine long since turned cold. She refused. He shrugged and brought her water instead—his ice against her flame. She drank. Then he took the goblet and pressed it to his lips, calm and controlled. Moments passed. The fire crackled. Then—they both smelled it: metallic. Acidic. Fear, fresh blood from conflict. He stiffened. “Go to the door,” he ordered quietly. She obeyed. A soft leakage of light under the old oak door. Kael set the goblet aside and drew Liana in close.

“My queen, the merchants are here.” Rhenka guided her to the main castle, towards the grand Hall were their thrones were placed. The thrones wasn’t what she imagined, they were made of bronze and copper with intricate detailing, it was quite the sight. The process started with merchants coming in a line to showcase what they have to offer or sell. Some came with new fabrics from the west and south, some came with exotic animals that she had never seen. Voyra leaned down to her ear. “If there’s anything you want privately, I can arrange for a private purchase.”

“You didn’t ask permission to leave.” I bowed my head. “My mistake, Your Highness. May I leave?” He stopped in front of me again, much taller than me. “No.” I stood still. “Stay.” I stayed. He picked up a silver goblet from the table and looked at me. “Bring me wine.” “Yes, Your Highness. Where is the wine kept?” He glared. “Do you not know where the King’s wine is kept?” “No. I was just assigned here.” He sighed harshly. “It’s in the cellar, down three flights of stairs. Tell the cellar master Kael sent you, bring the blood wine.”

She pulls out the holy grail of his collection—a rare 1892 bottle of Royal Silver-Blood Wine, a priceless artifact gifted to Benedict by the Pack Council. Elowen grabs a heavy crystal glass, uncorking the bottle with a loud POP. She pours the dark, crimson liquid to the brim, taking a deep, long sip. The rich, velvety alcohol burns down her throat, settling into her empty stomach with a lethal warmth. She sits down comfortably on Benedict’s massive leather throne in the center of the living room, resting her bare feet on his marble coffee table, swirling the priceless wine in her hand as she waits in the dark for her family to come home.

“Cleary, I need more wine.” “Yes, ma’am,” I said with a start, trying to rub my throbbing temple and clean the stinging liquid out of my eyes at the same time as I knelt down to collect Misty’s wine goblet. Chris was chuckling, but both Luna Lannie and Lord Grizzle were deep in a mental conversation. Apparently, they received a letter from the Night King.

I croaked. “The servant,” Nyra said. “The one who poured at your place. She’s in a cell. She’s scared. I’m not sure she knew exactly what she carried.” “But someone did,” Kael said. “Someone with access to the wine stores and a very clear idea of where my Luna would be sitting.” He turned his head toward the small table near the wall. The goblet that had burned me sat there—cleaned out, now empty, but the stem still bore, near its base, a tiny engraved crest.

Food abandoned, we all took our glasses towards the balcony of the room, overlooking the vast forest and swatches of Rising Star land. Whilst we chatted about happier topics, the servants came in to clear away the table whilst we were stood, leaving it bare of all the usual cutlery and silverware. Eventually, I turned away from Alexander to refill my glass to find on the empty mahogany table stood a goblet. A large, golden goblet, the rim completely covered in precious jewels. On seeing the first of my visions come to fruition, I let out a small scream and fell into a dead faint.

They bow, taking their seat once done. "This is Xolo Levy, and he's from the Aztec Isles." he gestures, and the boy with the cocoa brown hair smiles, giving me a small wave. I wave back, feeling like this one is full of mischief, and Quill skips over Lip, gesturing to Cersei who refuses to meet my eyes. She wears a rose pink gown with laces in the front, the laces neatly tied up to the base of her throat, the sleeves going down to her elbows, face composed in a blank expression. Her hair is pinned up in the usual bun.

His heart began to tighten. Alyssa averted her gaze and looked away. In the end, Jasper won the pair of Georgian Sky-Blue Porcelain Chalices. The valuables were now part of his collection. The crowd was jealous of him. "In the future, you can serve me wine in these chalices. A forty million cup suits my taste," Landon said with a smile. "This cup is too small. It's not enough for you to drink. I have a bigger one that suits your status better," Jasper replied coldly.