Cersei Lannister Wine Goblet Novels & Stories

He filled a lovely tall goblet with the special liquid that he had poured from the bowl. Lance opened a vial and poured the liquid into the goblet. His eyes were now serious as he gazed at Selene. He said, “ Give me that piece of jewelry I told you to bring.” Selene fumbled in her pocket. A tiny, dark, soft-fabric bag was taken out by her. With caution, she removed a tiny ring from the bag. She extended it to Lance. “This is it,” she said in a barely audible whisper. Lance took it and dropped it into the goblet.

It was to expect Geon to do that, after all he was a demon, good thing never was. It wasn't long before two glasses of red wine got to their table, it worried Artemisia a little. The young woman knew how Lady Montenegro's dinners worked; first came the white drinks to give a cleaner welcome message, then came the glasses of rosé wine, during the dinner entrees, then red wine to accompany the main course and finally gin and burgundy wine. She never understood why that order of drinks, but at least Artemisia was always prestigious for the wines of that whole event. Lutetia was obviously where the family's wines were most purchased, compared to the rest of northern Gaul.

"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."

- I came to talk. “I understand,” the man raised his eyebrows slightly mockingly. - Will you? He pointed to the jug, and the girl nodded. Aznar stood up, deftly cut off the cork with a paper cutter, and poured the wine into a goblet. Larana froze: the man was so close that she could smell him. So familiar, maddening, with notes of bitterness and freshness. He handed her the glass, and she took it carefully, flinching slightly as their fingers touched.

"Drink, and our betrothal becomes law under the eyes of the Elders." Clara took the goblet eagerly, intending to down it in one go. But as she brought it close, a volatile, suffocating heat flared from the liquid. The wine churned violently, glowing with a faint, ominous crimson light. Clara gasped, her face draining of color. Instinctively, she knocked the goblet away. "There's dragonfire in this wine!" she shrieked.

" He smiled at me. I hesitated for a moment. The silver chalice was shaped like a goblet with the diameter of the mouth and the wide base was about ten centimeters. There were beautiful engravings and some precious stones on the walls. I thought this thing was too precious to give to me. "I can't accept it. Just keep it, someday if you need money, you can sell it." "We'll never sell it." the look on Elgar's face changed very quickly as if he didn't like what I said.

The memory of the past—and the secret of what had been done to Ravenna—hung heavily between us, filling the silence with tension. He quickly forced a tight smile back onto his face and waved his hand. "Nothing. It’s nothing, Vexley. Just pack politics. Don't mind me." Before I could press him further, the glass doors opened, and Luna returned, followed by a maid carrying a silver tray with a dusty, dark glass bottle and three crystal chalices. Selena poured the rich, crimson liquid herself, handing a glass to me with her own hands. We clinked our crystals together under the shade of the jasmine trees, the sweet, heavy alcohol burning the back of my throat.

"The fire is hungry tonight, Clyde. If they open the cage, they won't like what comes out." A slender Northern servant steps up to the high table, her head bowed so low her blonde braids obscure her face. She carries a heavy silver tray bearing two crystal chalices filled with a thick, ruby-red vintage—the sacred Southern blood-wine reserved exclusively for the Grand Luna and her mate to seal the feast. The girl’s fingers are trembling, the silver tray rattling slightly against the polished timber. "For the Grand Luna," the servant murmurs, her voice thin and papery as she places the first chalice directly in front of me, then sets the second before Clyde.

The girl approached Elara, carrying a fresh decanter of wine. "A toast, then," Cora said, standing up and raising her own glass. "To the 'Queen' of the South. May she find exactly what she is looking for in the dark." As the servant poured the wine into Elara’s glass, the violet light from Elara’s skin caught the liquid. For a split second, the wine didn't ripple like water; it swirled like oil. A faint, acrid scent—the smell of rotting roses and Void-poison—wafted from the goblet.

It's Sirius or Dog Star wine because it's shimmery like a twinkling star and is very potent. "Can I pry on how you acquired this," I asked curiously, holding up the glass. Ashr chuckled and told me the cargo from George held a case of it and he stole a few bottles. I shook my head and drained the glass to Ashr's surprise. I held out the empty glass for a refill. "You're going to drain all of it, akle," he pouted as he poured. "Figured you wanted me intoxicated for some reason. I figured why draw it out," I mumbled firmly and drained the second glass. My eyesight was blurring and I rubbed them.