Daughter In Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

"It would help a lot if she did. The Queen, who isn't the King's mate, needs to be approved by other Alphas and the royal council. If you know who your father is then—" "Is that necessary?" I burst out restlessly. "I really don't want to talk about my father... Besides, Damara isn't a daughter of an alpha, and yet she can be a candidate, right?" My body started to shiver. I told Tyrion that my father was an Alpha without thinking about the consequences. What if he learned that I was the daughter of Faris Seymour? Would I have to go through another trial? Would I have to pay for my father's and brother's sins?

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

To think I rushed all the way thinking it was important when father just wanted to push my buttons again. My father’s sigh filled the room again and I did feel guilty but I had to speak up and fight for myself or I would have been mated off a long time ago to some stupid idiot wanting to make an alliance with our kingdom. I shut the door with much force than I had planned, turning with my hand on my chest. My heart was out of control, the room seeming to be spinning all around. My legs got weak, my whole body shaking. The whole passage was spinning so fast, the urge to cry so intense yet I would never. I was Zisealer Dragonstone, First daughter to king Zihhak, princess to the dragon people—T

"I am Annabeth, daughter of Margaery Dubois, of House Dubois." Elder Marcus' eyes widened in utter surprise and shock. Most of the folks in the dome gasped in shock as well. Katharina and her daughter were greatly delighted, seeing the reaction of the people. It was just as they were hoping. "She is the spawn of that traitor, Margaery, who turned on her own just for some flimsy emotional thrill, and in total disregard, neglected her sacred duties to her community. Who knows, she may have turned out to be the High Witch, instead of me," Katharina said, shrugging with her lips pursed.

She suddenly slammed into the wall uncontrollably. "Ms. Carrey!" One of the maids exclaimed to stop her. At this time, there was a sharp pain in the maid’s wrist, and she was pulled away. Braylon strode over and stretched out his hand in time the moment Carrey's forehead was about to hit the wall. Carrey's head hit Braylon's palm, and he let out a groan. "My daughter... Cat..." Carrey was about to get sick again, biting her lower lip tightly, and blood was about to spill, “Did you say on the live stream that Catelyn is our daughter Alicia?"

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

Shadows that looked suspiciously like coffins. "Where are you going?" He called after me. Without giving him a response, I went to my daughter's room who is fast asleep. We just got back from the hospital since the money for the surgery is yet to be settled. I turned the handle of her room slowly, easing the door open with a gentleness that belied the panic thrumming through my veins. The room was dark except for the soft breath of her sleep. Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

Dressed in violet silk, her hair a crown of black curls, her eyes sharper than glass. She spotted Nova instantly. Her smile was cruel. “You’re early,” she said as Nova approached. “I’m always early for endings,” Nova replied. Irena’s gaze flicked to Liam. “You brought your pet.” “And you brought your snake,” Nova said, nodding to the girl beside Irena. Yelena. The secret daughter. She was breathtaking, sharp angles, cold beauty, eyes like icebergs. “Nova,” Irena said, voice honeyed. “Meet my daughter.”

Signaling to Zachariah who came forward and parted Alston's lips, she shoved it deeper into his mouth, placing it on his tongue and beneath it before removing her hand. “We just have to hope he wakes up with it.” She muttered as she poured the liquid into the bowl of water. Squeezing the cloth, she started using it to rub his chest, making sure it touched everywhere before sighing. Her mind and soul was on Arya. If Ashlynn was there, she’s supposed to know that Arya was Caithlyn daughter and stand for her right. She couldn’t leave her and watch the pack torture her for things that aren’t true. Ashlynn could be someone with no emotions but she would never leave Caithlyn to suffer, no matter w

I paused and took a deep breath. Leo narrowed his eyes. “Whose daughter is she?” he asked, and that was when it dawned on me—he didn’t know who Kira was. Maybe he thought she was just a maid. Dane stepped forward. “Her parents were the traitors who set up the death of our mother, your sister! She is the daughter of those traitors!”