Novel & Cerita Daenerys Targaryen Crown

“Well technically your mothers but it would have been handed down to you” “You are seriously expecting me to where a crown” He laughs “I am not expecting you to do anything, I have learnt never to expect anything from you” “What is that supposed to mean?” “Lets just say you can make up your own mind” A crown, the idea seemed so ridiculous and something out of a fantasy story. Daryl leaves and reappears with a golden crown set with large amber gems just like my eyes whilst a pattern of points sit on the top, it looked dainty and sturdy at the same time, with an incredible design woven through. It was magnificent.

she said with genuine affection. “Yes,” Magdalena replied with quiet resolve, “I have learned much about the workings of this world. Now they will never see me coming again.” A hush fell over the chamber. Vargr’s gaze remained fixed upon her. He longed to speak words of praise, but her cold demeanor forbade it. He chose instead to remain silent and let her be. Dylia cleared her throat to regain attention. Healer Dylia stepped forward, the weight of tradition heavy in the air. In her hands rested a finely wrought Gold big crown, its surface etched with ancient runes and moonlit symbols. The gathering fell silent as she addressed the assembly.

Silvana said, handing me the crown, to place it on Lanox's head. He approached me, I placed the crown. I held out my hand for him to stand up, "I Luna Queen Faith Zanaerys North of our White Magic Coven, I crown you as my King and I accept you for life, together we will give a new future to our people" I said looking at him. He stood up and everyone looked at him, his crown burst into flames and these were consumed, until his crown disappeared, the elements had accepted him as their king and I looked at Lanox excited.

The elder with the long beard spoke only to be interjected. “Get the crown.” He ordered, his features hardened. I caught my mother’s smile beside him. “Your majesty!” They both chorused at the same time. My father remained unchanged, gripping both sides of his throne. The golden crown infused with rare gems were brought on a red pillow by a guard, placing it in front of my father. He stood, taking the crown in his hands, stepping closer to me. “I hereby crown you, warrior princess Ariana of the great Warwick Kingdom, daughter of Radon and Sylvie, as the rightful heir to the Warwick throne.”

And the Tourmaline Brotherhood pressed on her a crown wrought in the shape of a three-headed dragon; the coils were yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx. The crown was the only offering she'd kept. The rest she sold, to gather the wealth she had wasted on the Pureborn. Xaro would have sold the crown too-the Thirteen would see that she had a much finer one, he swore-but Dany forbade it. "Viserys sold my mother's crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen." And so she did, though the weight of it made her neck ache.

I knelt in front of her, my hands gripping her face as I pressed my forehead against hers. "You're mine," I said, my voice raw. "No ancient law, no shadow princess, no cosmic bullshit will ever change that." "Yours," she agreed, her voice barely a whisper. "Only yours." The Void Crown materialized above the throne, hovering in midair like a promise. It was made of pure obsidian and silver, set with a single crimson jewel that pulsed with ancient power. The elders watched with hungry eyes as it descended toward Lilith's head.

cleaning the dust off her gloves. "Ohh… Ugh… thank you, my Queen," he muttered nervously, rubbing his bald head. "Merlinda, crown!" Cersei commanded. "Yes, my Queen," Merlinda said, handing over the crown. She looked down at the crown in her hands. The blood on its spikes had already begun to dry. "You rejected my son," she whispered. Her fingers tightened around the crown. "Then I will make one that won't." "Can you make another?" Her gaze was still fixed.

"Isn't that just a waste of time then?" "I don't think that an outsider has a great chance of winning the crown." She answered. "The king is smarter than that. That being said, I have known the Medoran girls all their lives. I can't think of one that would be a good queen." "Do you think I could be a good queen?" I wasn't expecting, or even hoping to win, but I still valued her opinion. "I have only met you this morning." she scoffed. "Now put that dress on."

Samson Wood said, “Boss, I will arrange someone now to find the woman named Vany. Once we locate Vany, Ryan will stop helping Conley. You can even recruit Ryan and kill two birds with one stone.” Thomas pondered for a moment. “It’s okay to arrange someone to find Vany, but don’t use her as leverage. If you do that, what is the difference between me and Conley?” Samson asked, “So boss, you plan to…” Thomas pursed his lips slightly and said, “Do you know of the fictional character, Daenerys Targaryen in her quest to recruit Tyrion Lannister in ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’?” Samson blushed awkwardly.

“What did you do?” He smiled. “You keep asking the wrong question, Kael.” Ariana stepped beside me. “Then ask us the right one.” Darius looked at her. “The crown.” My hand moved toward it. “What about it?” Darius laughed. “You still do not know what you are wearing.” Ariana stared at him. Darius pointed at the silver crown on my head. “That crown has a hidden chamber.” I froze. “What?” His smile widened. “Inside it is the original Moonborn treaty.”