Daughter In Game Of Thrones นิยาย & เรื่องราว

[Asher] A week later… "I still can’t believe the Thrones had a daughter," Vienna said as we stepped out of the car and started toward her parents’ house. "I’m as surprised as you are," I said, locking the car. She smiled, biting down on her lip. "I really can’t wait to meet her. Well, I guess I have a new friend on my list." She chuckled lightly. "I would definitely make her a close friend." she said softly, a smile curling up her lips.

His face fills with glee and weird happiness as he looks down at them, “She will be the one that will end the lineage of your blood, she will kill your children and think their blood. Her name is Davina.” The place is then crowded by the loud noises made by the nightlings as they hale the baby. “She is my daughter,” Zephyr smirks.

“No my dear, the Council is my family now. That is enough.” She lifts her goblet again and drinks. Leah smiles too. But I know that’s a lie, a perfect, and practiced one. Because I remember. I remember that she made the cgoice between duty and love, the throne or ger family. And she chose the throne. I also know something she doesn’t. I know her daughter didn’t die that night. Her daughter lived. She was hidden, and was raised by strangers. And now that girl sits on my lap, smiling, clueless.

The fact that Vashti had a daughter, but raised her as a male until her eighteen birthday and her name was Adara. When Anna read that name, an intense chill ran through her entire body. Continuing on with the text, Anna couldn’t believe how accurate Nate’s story was in comparison to the dreams Anna was having, including the young man who, according to Nate’s text, was destined to marry Adara; Esther’s son Darius. Darius is Esther’s SON? Anna shouted to an empty room. No Way! With trembling fingers, Anna continued to turn the pages. Her eyesight was beginning to blur. She went to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee, then went to the sink and splashed cold water on her face.

After seeing what the crow witnessed through its eyes, the lady stared at the sky and muttered, "It was her, right? It was your daughter? I will try my best to help her, but I can't guarantee you that I can save her, sister." Suddenly, a cute creature circled Lady Khaleesi's legs. The sorceress took the squirrel in her arms and asked, "How's your meet-up with my niece?" "She's Schereziel, your daughter from the Duke of Lestinna. Surely, that lady was my niece. However, I don't know if I should still call her my niece since there is something about her that is mysterious, it was as if her body and soul are not coordinated. It will only take a short time before her body rejects her soul, I can

Her eyes opened fully. She saw his face. Her father. Gideon Hale. Marching toward her. She screamed. The entire diner turned to look. She clawed at Dean, shaking, trying to hide in his arms. “That is my daughter. Hand her over!” Gideon shouted. “She is a grown woman who does not want to go anywhere with you,” Dean snapped back. “Sit down and eat your food.” “She is an Omega. A runt. She belongs to us,” Gideon growled.

_ I picked her up, cradling her against me, and felt the power still thrumming under her skin like a second heartbeat. She was 2 weeks old. And she’d just thrown a Magister across a room without touching him. Thorne forced himself to his knees, bowing despite the blood. “The blade wakes,” he whispered. “The Prophecy is true. The Moon’s daughter will remake or rend the world.” Darius stepped in front of me, Lycan fangs bared. “She’s not your weapon, Magister. She’s our daughter. And you just tried to take her.”

I knew that Guerrian did not like me, but I was not expecting him to not trust me one bit. Looking at the doll, my hands trembled in fury. "Are you saying that I, the daughter of the God of Skies, would join forces with the Phlegeton Demons just to curse someone?" "Is that not true? How many things have you done to cause Seraphine trouble? Can you still even count them all? You've already got what you wished for. You got the God of Skies to set out an imperial decree, making sure I marry you.

Elara saw it in the slight tension of his shoulders. "Her name is Mira Blackmoor." Darius turned and looked down at his daughter. Something moved through his face that was not alpha and not performance—just a man looking at a seven-year-old who had his jaw and her mother's eyes and who was looking back at him with the patient, measuring gaze of someone deciding whether a person was worth the risk. "She is my heir. She is mine to protect. And this pack will know her as what she is—a child first, and everything else second."

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.