Daenerys Targaryen Crown 소설 & 이야기

I caught Ezra's wide-eyed stare from where he stood beside our parents, his new Royal Beta insignia gleaming on his chest. Darius lifted a black-velvet pillow from a waiting attendant, revealing a crown unlike any I'd ever seen— twisted obsidian and silver, shaped like intertwined wolves, their eyes set with glowing moonstones. "Kneel, Alpha of the Nightshades." The command sent a shiver down my spine. Alaric obeyed, dropping to one knee with a grace that spoke of both power and reverence. The chandelier cast flickering shadows across his masked face as Darius raised the crown high.

, I said to myself, tapping my forehead in anger. Yes, it started with something like a Don, but the end of the name sounded like something I had heard on a TV show somewhere. I tried remembering the TV show, it was a very popular TV show, something about games and thrones - Game of Thrones, that was it. His name sounded like one of the characters, the queen with the blonde or rather white hair, Danearys. I tried to combine the two pieces of information in my head and then it struck - Donaerys. That was his name, Donaerys.

The panic in Lorenzo’s eyes lasted only a heartbeat before it was replaced by a flash of raw, wounded ego. He released his grip on Bella, his dark, brooding eyes locking onto mine with a predatory, suffocating intensity. "Joanna, who gave you permission to track me?" His voice thundered through the hall, carrying the unyielding authority of a Head of the Family used to being obeyed. I stared at the red smear on his collar—a fresh mark left by Bella’s lips—a crimson stain on seven years of lies.

I smile from ear to ear but I'm nervous still. "Ladies and gentlemen!" The officer who was officiating the ceremony called. The cheers didn't completely die down until the Lycan King raised his hand. My mate looks at me lovingly and grabs my hand, lifting it to kiss my hand. He guides me to the officer and Arya comes to the start, carrying a small crown on a velvet pillow. The crown is majestic and has so many diamond stones on it. She opens it to reveal the most beautiful crown I have ever seen! I get down on my knees in front of the officer and lower my head.

She raised her head, her height was above 6 feet, plump and gorgeous, her lips were pinky, and she picked up her long dress. Walking like a queen, she made her way to the front, and the prince looked back, oh my God. My angel. "You look stunning," he replied. They stood in the same location, complementing each other's appearance. As the current king of this magnificent kingdom, the monarch said, "I hereby present to you the new crowned king and the queen of this iron throne," removing his royal crown made of steel and placing it on Kohl's head, "the crown represents authority, power, and leadership. There were yells and shouts, and happiness ensued. The monarch signalling, and there was stil

She sat on her silver and ebony throne, a queen. With an exhilarated expression in her soulless eyes that suggested a fire blazing inside them, she fixed her gaze on her prey. As her aura changed to something ominous and oppressive yet attractive, she lay back on her throne, one leg crossed over the other, and allowed her control and aura to be felt in every corner of the space. It was just as delicious, and once you took a sniff, you quickly became hooked and killed without realizing it.

he asked, without looking up from the paper in his hand. He rose, and I heard his footsteps approaching. "Aren't you the lady from the ceremony who made a sore-throat treatment with barely any ingredients?" he asked, studying me. "Yes, Your Highness," I replied, keeping my head bowed. I dared not look up at him. "You—"

Alistair's POV The Great Hall was a sea of faces, but my focus was entirely on the woman walking beside me. Lena’s hand was small in mine, yet her grip was steady. She wore the crimson velvet like she had been born to it, though I knew the weight of the rubies around her neck was taxing her strength. It looked like it was getting on her nerves too, I chuckled internally. We reached the dais. The High Priest stood between the two empty thrones, holding the Ancient Crown of Valerius which was a heavy circle of black iron and raw diamonds. To his left sat the Queen’s Crown, a more delicate gold piece set with blood-red rubies.

CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.

Read the will by Aubrey closing it with a seal. Demetria was baffled because she just wanted to live a normal life. As the only child she has no option but to step in as the new queen of Winterfell. She believed wearing her mom's locket will help her become strong and powerful. She keeps wearing it as a memory of her. Lucas became the king of Winterfell as well ruling with her. “It is with all pleasure to introduce you all to your new queen Demetria of Winterfell!” Darius shouts addressing the fairies who came for the coronation ceremony.