Daughter In Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

“I’ll be right back.” When I walk outside, I’m not surprised to see most of the Academy here waiting. Kenna is well loved by everyone here at the Academy. “Everyone, I am pleased to announce that my Queen, my mate, my dragon, has delivered our daughter. Both mother and baby are healthy and doing well,” I say, looking down into the green eyes of my daughter that match my own. She’s looking at me with the intelligence that only a dragon possesses at this young age. “I am so happy to introduce all of you to my daughter, Aine, the fire dragon.”

The white robe striking against her skin. “I have heard that you also appreciate dance.” She says plainly, her smile betraying her cutting remark. “I do as is demanded of me by my Alpha, your grace.” I reply, tiring of this conversation. “What is your name?” She asks. “Ceres.” I reply. “Ah, the Goddess of the harvest and motherhood. I was told you were of the Harvest Moon pack. Generally, only Alphas name their daughters after the ancient Gods and Goddesses. Are you not a lady’s maid?” She questions.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

“Since before my mother married you. While we were all upstairs living in that mansion, she was here.” “It’s more complicated than...” “Explain it, then.” Zane’s voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. The temperature in the tunnel seemed to drop several degrees. “Explain why there is a child in a cage beneath our hockey arena with silver rope around her wrists. I’ll wait.” Darius closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, whatever he had been protecting crumbled. “She is Lydia’s daughter,” he said. The name hit the room like a stone dropped into still water.

“Forgive me, but… why are we helping her? A rogue on our territory should be killed or driven off. Not healed.” I looked at the small figure on the bed. Even unconscious and wounded, I could see the Moon Chosen features. The silver hair that marked Darius’s bloodline. The delicate bone structure of high-born wolves. This was Darius’s daughter. The daughter of the man who killed my father. And somehow, she’d ended up half-dead on my doorstep. This was an opportunity. This was fate. “She’s useful,” I said simply. “That’s all you need to know.”

“Theon is just doing what any responsible man would do. He is bringing his daughter home to take full responsibility for her.” Eleanor reached for Eliza and pulled the child to her feet for added dramatic effect. I pretended to let the words take a big toll on me, letting out a soft gasp and looking at Theon with a shocked expression. “The test came out positive?” I asked with a soft voice, and he nodded. “Yes. Eliza is my daughter,” he admitted, his tone low and careful. “I wanted to tell you first, but Eleanor wanted to move in immediately.” “I’m sure she did,” I bit, and Eleanor’s smirk faltered. “She didn’t come back after all this time to sit at home and let you play father from a dista

I spent a while talking to her while she told me about her problems, but she also made an observation to me. “I can sense that something is tormenting her, I don't know what she might be going through. I have worked in the kingdom, I can stand how difficult it must be to live under so many rules, women are always subject to the demands of their husbands, but you... she said and smiled. "You are the daughter of King Henry, one of the most powerful, no one can hurt you." I appreciated her words, I don't know why, but talking to that woman changed something inside me, and something occurred to me.

I sat beside her on the bed and took her hands in mine. “What is it?” She asked, her little self, a bubbling bundle of happiness. “It's about Mother –” A knock came at the door. I froze, and so did Cersei who was sorting out the laundry. I assumed it was Milton, but the knock came again. It was gentle, the sound only a woman's hand could make. And then the door opened, and Lyra walked in. “Daciana,” she called quietly. I rose abruptly and walked up to her. This was her fault. She'd set up the kidnap. She knew all along what was waiting in those woods.

He blinked water from his eyes and finally got a good look at his attacker. A girl. Nineteen, maybe twenty. Dressed in silk robes embroidered with golden phoenixes, soaking wet, her perfect face twisted in rage. Behind her stood two servants in gray uniforms, frozen like they were watching a bomb tick down. Jayvyn's memories supplied her name: Sera. Half-sister. Father's legitimate Beta daughter. Has wanted you dead since birth. "You hit me?" Sera touched her ribs, disbelief morphing into fury. "You're dead. I'll tell General Kael you attacked me, and he'll—"

“Mr. Montgomery, I do not want your younger daughter. Not at all.” Seraphina turned to me with red eyes and trembling lips, playing the heartbroken sister. But I caught the tiny smile at the corner of her mouth. She walked to Matteo and touched his arm. “Matteo, my sister risked her life to save you. Even if you do not care for her, show her some respect.”