Daughter In Game Of Thrones นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The shard wakes fully.” Sera’s horror hardened into fury. She lunged forward, grabbing Liora’s face in her hands, forcing her daughter to look only at her. “No. You hear me, Liora? You’re stronger than this. You’re mine. You’re ours. Not Dominion’s.” Liora’s glowing eyes flickered. For the briefest moment, Adrien swore he saw his daughter’s true gaze break through, wide, confused, frightened. “Mama…” Sera’s tears broke loose. “Yes, love, it’s me. It’s Mama.”

“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.”

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.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

“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's 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.”

Shocked. It was her. Darius’s daughter.

I reasoned, trying not to clutch my broken arm. “She is the heart of Kaeladia. Before her birth, a prophecy was revealed. My daughter is the one holding the heart of our world, the powers that everyone on the planet seeks and I want you, Theon, to train her, to push her to her limits until she unlocks those powers by luck or by force.” His cold grey eyes met Theon’s amber ones. An agreement was made without even a word spoken.

Her fingers twitched against the bed. “What…?” she whispered, voice cracking. Caius nodded solemnly. “Lyanna killed him, with her power. She saved us all.” Aria stared at him in shock…then pride flooded her expression, bright and fierce, as she whispered: “My daughter…”

Or smirk, I don’t know. Her face flashed again and I am entirely sure now that that was a smirk. A freaking “my grandson is hot af, isn’t he?” kind of a smirk. Jane, the High Priestess and doggie’s grandmother, has cerulean eyes and silver hair styled in the likes of Emilia Clarke’s Daenerys Targaryen in the HBO show “Game of Thrones”. I haven’t yet watched the eighth season because I couldn’t find any television in this room. I hope the T.V. here has an annual HBO premium subscription so that I can also binge “Sex and the City”.