Daughter In Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

But I would 've never thought that he would use his Alpha's voice on me so soon and that he would look at me with pity. But the worst is shame; I feel shame because I know he will soon ask questions I don't want to answer and that I will have to plead and beg him. She is one of the hunters, no matter what connections she and I have, or rather had; Theon has every right to kill her; the only thing that could protect her now I personally got rid of seven years ago. The little one, her big chocolate eyes... My eyes were enough proof, but her scent was also unmistakable. My pup, my daughter, mine. My child and her mother, if I don't play this wisely, my child can have no mother tomorrow.

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

The air smelled of resin and coming frost. Morris stood at the head of the clearing, Luna and Elias flanking him. The twins were almost nine now, tall for their age, dark-haired and sharp-eyed. Luna’s fingers twisted in the fabric of her dress; Elias kept bouncing on his toes. My daughter Daenerys waited a few paces away, her chin high, her hands clasped behind her back. She looked so much like Roland in profile, the same high cheekbones, the same stubborn jaw. But her eyes were mine, and the quiet strength in her stance belonged to no one but herself.

Chapter 20 The room went very quiet. Jaime could hear his own heart beating. Everything depended on what his father said next. His father's face got tight. For the first time since Jaime walked in, his father looked right at him. Their eyes met. Jaime saw something strange in his father's eyes. Was he worried? Sorry? Jaime couldn't tell, but there was a change as to how his father looked at him. Maybe he had just imagined it… "Yes," Dr. Thorn finally said, his voice stiff. "She is... my brother's daughter. From the Northern Valleys pack."

When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother, Sarah Walker, dialling my number over and over. When she got no response, she angrily threw her phone away. "Sienna's really getting out of line. She won't even pick up my calls anymore. God knows how she treats Summer when no one's watching." Seeing how worked up my mother got when she talked about me, I was glad that I was dead. I could not understand. Did I not do enough? I had already died for my sister, Summer Larson. What more did she want from me?

He had become something I couldn’t recognize. I could still hear Deanna’s voice in my head as she sat in that cell with me. The familiar, comforting presence of my Beta’s sister. She had told me that she had been captured by Lucien’s army, that she had been held prisoner for years. And there, beside her, was a little girl—Elowen. Dain’s daughter. She looked just like my Lira, the same age. My heart had shattered at that moment. Time really had stolen from us. For 16 years, I became her mother. Deanna and I raised her in that cell.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & TWO. THIRD PERSON POV "Tell me everything," Aaron repeated, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. The throne room, felt suddenly smaller, the air thick with tension. He circled Darius, like a wolf assessing it's prey. Darius, however, remained unfazed, his posture unwavering. "My daughter....she's dying and she needs a blood healer," Aaron arched a brow. "Okay?" Then suddenly his face went pale. "Arent blood healers extinct?"

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

They somehow expected them to attend as it was their youngest son’s coming-out party but they didn’t expect them to come with such a surprise. “Alexandria von Fiore?” “Since when did the duke have a daughter of that age?” “Maybe she was adopted?” “No way, just look at her. Don’t she resemble the duke the most among his children?” Murmurs filled the hall as they walked through the red carpet. Sera felt stiff but she continued to walk and kept her calmness when she felt Andric’s warm hands. “I’m here with you, Sera. There is nothing to be afraid of,” Andric whispered to her when he noticed her trembling hands.