Novel & Cerita Daughter In Game Of Thrones

This wasn’t the time to become self-aware. “I’m joking,” August laughed. “But I don’t see the harm in seeing if there could be something between us.” Straight forward, I kinda liked that. A smirk of my own appeared. “We’ll see.” I wasn’t sure what I was really supposed to call August. All I knew was that my new… situationship I guess, was my daughter’s choice. Hopefully, Aaliyah chose right.

“She’s there. Second cell to the right. I’ll stay here to keep watch.” I gave him a firm nod. “If you hear anything… anyone… stall them.” He gave me a nervous look. “Be careful, Daemon.” I didn’t answer. I was already walking. The heavy door groaned as I pushed it open. Stone walls closed in like a tomb. Chains clinked faintly in the distance. But there at the far end was her cell. My daughter. She sat curled on a thin cot, legs drawn up, a worn dress draped over her shoulders. Her head was down, arms wrapped tightly around herself.

Not when the Queen had drilled power into me from a young age. “Now, remember,” Queen Vanisha’s voice softened as she turned around and placed a finger under my chin. “You are Arielle Azura Theron. Princess and first Daughter of Gaham. You are my daughter. You are a soldier in my army. You do not show weakness and You do not yield,”

“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