Daemon Targaryen Wives Novels & Stories

"You murderers! You killed my husband and my father! Go away! Go away!!" "Your husband and father are enemies who attacked our castle and tried to take someone away from Alpha, your husband also killed a prison guard. They got what they deserved" "the one they will take away is his sister! She is the daughter of the old man you killed!" Lyanna is hysterical. The Gammas didn't answer. Lyanna sobbed and fell to the floor. Tommy cried even harder. "Come on" a man grabbed her arm so she stood up. Lyanna was about to rebel again when Marchel weakly said "Lyanna, just do what they say"

Everyone stared at Rosemary. "That's impossible," Elder Marcus said. "The royal bloodline was destroyed. King Aldric and Queen Lyanna had no surviving children." "They had three children," Francisco corrected. "Everyone knows about Princess Elena, who died in the attack. But what they don't know is that Queen Lyanna was pregnant with twins. Princess Elena, and a second child—a son—who was born after the attack." Margaret was crying now. "Please, stop. You don't understand what you're doing."

“You cannot rule from a fortress of your own making.” “I rule perfectly well from there now.” “You administer. There is a difference.” The King leaned forward. “I have chosen these four with care. Each brings something valuable. A political alliance, a wealth of resources, a connection to an old family line.” “And the fourth? The one from the border? Valerius’s daughter.” Makil had memorized the dossiers. It was his way—to know the battlefield before he stepped onto it. “Leigh of House Valerius. A family so discreet they’re practically ghosts. What does she bring? A handful of mountain rocks and a reputation for silence?”

That, and the desire for revenge in the hearts of his mother, uncle Renan and Ivar. Most of the family members understood their roles quite well. It was only Tiana, the eldest of the uncle's children, who did not accept that she was born the daughter of an empire that would not be hers. She did not accept that she was a daughter of the House Alba, and her heart was set on her Eirian heritage.

We didn’t have long before the meeting began. I turned around to find Andrew staring once again. “I’m afraid my being a hybrid is not the only news I have for you. I am also King Jorah’s daughter.” He staggered back. “What?” He put a hand to his head. “Yes, and I’m Queen.” I pointed to Sebastian. “Duke Valmont is my husband; we are blood-bonded.” Sebastian smirked at me. He liked it when I said that to people just as much as I liked to say it.

"And true. Yet you have no proof. Of this incest. No more than you did a year ago." "There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think."

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

She drank deep. Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thrones.

I could instantly see that something about that question made him very uncomfortable at that moment, “The truth about her parents,” I stared at him questioningly, “Her parents are dead,” shaking his head he clenched his jaw as a deep frown spread across his face, “No, they’re not,” and I could only stare at him as confusion set in. He sighed once before continuing, “Alpha Warrick and Luna Blythe weren’t Arya’s real parents,” My eyes instantly widened in disbelief, “What?” “Her real mother is Luna Aster,” clenching my jaw I cocked my head as I stared at him in shock,

’ Ishu’s mother replied, ‘I didn’t misbehave with you at all, I just told you my perspective. They both were talking harshly to each other, then another lady came into Arya’s room. Her name was Laura, she was the first Queen of the King and the mother of the Adam. She introduced herself to Arya and said, ‘My name is Laura and I am the first Queen of the King and I have a son whose name is Adam.’ She continued, ‘Adam told me that he met you, he was telling about you many things like you are very beautiful as you really are and very sensible and calm.’