Cersei Lannister Wine Goblet Mga Nobela at Kwento

Emil whimpered. I looked up at Seb, who seemed furious; his eyes a blazing brake light red. I barely noticed the Chosen One who’d entered behind Seb. She looked... terrified. I smirked and reached out with my left hand. Immediately a servant placed a goblet of wine in it. I raised an eyebrow at Seb. “Explain.” “My Lady.” Seb was breathing heavily, his eyes still blazing red. I gave him a chance to calm down. “What is the meaning of this?” I asked again.

(Siena's POV) The delicate ceremonial goblet slips from my trembling fingers, and I barely catch it before it shatters, much like my heart once did in this very place. My breath comes in short, shallow gasps as I clutch the intricately engraved silver chalice, my chest aching fiercely. Each item I pack carries echoes, memories humming beneath my skin like ghosts I've long tried to silence. This goblet was a gift from my warriors, presented proudly after I led them safely through our first major negotiation. Holding it now, I remember their faces—loyal, trusting, proud.

he explained. "Was it before he gave you the wine or after he gave you the wine?" She questioned. "It was after. And he seemed quite strange" Cole said, trying to recall Max's facial expression. "Fuck!" Cora exclaimed and looked down at the goblet with the spilled wine. "Why? What is it?" He questioned. "That goblet is made of silver, Cole. And I don't know where he got that" "What?" He was astounded. He picked the goblet up and looked at it carefully. It seemed more like a steel goblet that was coated in molten silver.

She could hear the ring of his silver rings against the dark wood. Tap. Tap. Tap. Slow and steady, like a countdown she couldn’t stop. “Come in!” Immediately, the heavy doors creaked open. A maiden entered, her hair tied back in a messy bun, and her hands steady as she carried a wooden tray with three goblets sitting on it. They weren’t just cups—Kaerith recognised the design. They were carved from dark oak, they were the kind reserved for ceremonial wine. Another maiden followed. She stepped to Kaerith’s side and lifted the plate in front of her, taking away the food Kaerith hadn’t touched yet.

"Your Highness Kral, on behalf of the Galewind Pack, my wife Juliana and I present to you a gift—the Rhinoceros Horn Goblet." His actions caught the attention of the pleasure-seeking nobles, instantly drawing all eyes towards him. Prince Kral's imposing gaze shifted from me to them. I silently let out a breath, placing the untouched glass of wine on the nearby table. "The Rhinoceros Horn Goblet?" Prince Kral raised an eyebrow, his tone cool, as he observed a servant carrying a red box. "Is it a cup made from the horns of the renowned rhinoceroses in your territory?"

"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

Tony says as he pulls Lexi out of the room. "It's wolfsbane. It has to be." Aaron says from somewhere in the room. "Reece, Reece it hurts. Make it stop, please." I feel Reece's hold tighten around me. "Someone gave her a drink. Some waiter.. I should've been more alert.." Reece says and I can feel anger radiating off him. "Reece, this isn't your fault. He probably put something else in the drink so we wouldn't be able to detect the smell." The alpha says.

But I didn’t expect to be attacked in such a subtle, cowardly way. The first hint of something being wrong came with the wine. It had been poured ceremoniously, in a goblet etched with the royal sigil of longer crest. The liquid swirled dark and rich inside, and I had downed it in one swift motion, trying to drown the bitter taste of the day.

Tables groaned under the weight of roasted pheasants glazed in honey, whole stags seared with herbs, delicate pastries shaped like moons, crystal goblets brimming with wine. Nobles tripped over themselves to toast Edric and me. Some overdid it spectacularly—like Lord Garrent, who drank so much of the spiced wine that he collapsed mid-toast, still shouting “Moon Queen!” even as servants dragged him out by the ankles. The entire hall roared with laughter. I caught someone who looked like Emerald—young Captain Rowan—trying and failing not to grin as he offered me a goblet of golden mead. His ears turned pink when I thanked him.

“I give my blood willingly. And if you accept it, you are not just swearing fealty to a kingdom—you are becoming a part of it. Forever.” The room was deathly silent. Then Sera stepped forward. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the goblet’s rim. For the first time since she had spoken, she looked uncertain. But she raised it to her lips. And drank. The goblet passed from hand to hand, each rogue taking their turn. Their faces shifted—some were hesitant, some resigned, some grim with acceptance. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that they drank. That they bound themselves to me.