Novel & Cerita Does Rhaenyra Become Queen In The Books

Only at the crowning of his queen. "Táim féin, Esmeralda, ag coróin least, Anna May, mar bhanríon Ríocht Lycan. Tá do anamacha fite fuaite go deo. Cosain do ríocht, cosain a chéile." (I, Esmeralda, proudly crown Anna May, as the queen of the Lycan Kingdom. Your souls are intertwined forever. Defend your kingdom, defend each other.) Tears fell from her eyes as the crown was placed on her head. The power that instantly coursed through her body from the jewel was overwhelming. She had to stay strong. More than ever she will not show any weakness. Not with her powerful king kneeling beside her.

I turned around and looked toward the place where Dad had sacrificed himself. A new monument now stood there. … Three months later, the Silvermoon Kingdom had been completely restored. I had eradicated all of Lucas' remaining followers, abolished many outdated and corrupt customs, and the Kingdom's strength was growing every day. The coronation was held once again. This time, there were no scandalous photos, no humiliation—just tens of thousands of werewolves bowing in respect. I wore the pure black Alpha Queen's battle robes, scepter in hand, and walked step by step up to the throne.

I exhaled and rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Not that it matters anyway. Gentlemen, please I would like to speak with Tyrion privately for a minute." "Alright, you can go ahead, my lady." They left and I went down quickly and adjusted close to Tyrion. "What was that about? Why are you telling everyone that I'm a Lycan princess?" "Because that's who you are, and you are already acting towards it. You think I don't know that you have been providing refuge for lone wolves and rogue wolves outside this community?" "I was just trying to help." "That's what leaders do," Tyrion replied. He stretched his arms and held my hand lightly. "Look, Ryanna, the very day I saw you after you were attacked I knew

"Rhea, you were never intended to rule by inheritance. You were destined to govern voluntarily.” Something inside me moved, an uncertain knowledge setting in. For a long time, I had thought that Kael was responsible for my destiny and that other people could control my power. However, what would happen if I *opted* to claim it instead? Varra's face became softer. "But there is always a cost to power." I paused. "How much is it?" Her voice was somber as she turned to another inscription. Although her path will be fractured, the Forsaken Queen will emerge. She will have to decide between war and love. And her choice will affect the fate of everyone who follow her.”

“You must be really slow to think that Elyria would let you actually be king.” “What do you mean? The laws of Aetherion says that a man who marries into the royal family automatically becomes the king. Also, Elyria loves me. She would never betray me.” “Don’t you know that the Valenors thrive on power? If you should marry her, you will be king only by title. You will follow her around like a lost puppy as she rules with an iron fist.” I tried my hardest not to take their words too seriously, but I failed. Not just because they had been in the game way longer than I have, but because my sisters’ lives were on the line.

Rhianna's POV (Two and half years later) "Hey Anne, stay with Peyton," I said to my daughter's caretaker, and also my only friend, as I dropped off my daughter at a small playschool within the castle grounds. "I am going to surprise Theo." I was so happy, I am already bouncing. "Of course, enjoy your time with the Alpha King," she winked as she started to grab toys out of the boxes. "Peyton and I will have a good time, won't we Peyton?"

Now it was my turn, and I took a deep breath when Silvana called me —We will give way to the naming of our Queen— she said excitedly. Maximo extended his hand to take mine and directed me towards him; I knelt in front of my King while Silvana mentioned the oath and my appointment. —Royal Highness Princess Hannia Valletys, and only royal descendant of the Vallentys lineage and daughter of Her Royal Highness Princess Alania Zanaerys Vallentys, we grant the blessing to be crowned as Queen Hannia Zanaerys of our White Magic Coven, stand up and accept your destiny, lead our people to the light of life as our mother,— said Silvana, handing the crown to Maximo. He would be in charge of placing it o

“My sister already has more on her plate than she can handle. Besides, no one in Arvamel wants her on the Crystal Throne.” “Is that what you think? That no one wants a new queen? You spend so much time between the sheets that you fail to see the hate and disgust our people have for you. Even your maid will be a better queen than you,” said Sarya. Queen Vannya’s face turned red with anger. “Lies.” Sarya shrugged. “If that is what you want to think.” “Now that you know for sure that Ayla is the Peace-Bringer, you have nothing more to do here. Return to Arvamel,” Rhobart said to Queen Vannya.

She slammed her hand down on the war table. “But we are not broken.” Her magic pulsed beneath the floor. “We are the blood of kings. The children of a fallen realm that refused to die. And I—Elianna Orenda Valemont—am the Queen of Xaerath.” A soft murmuring spread among the court—shock, awe, and rising pride. Elliot smiled faintly, a hand resting over his sword hilt. Drakonios said nothing—but his heart… his heart roared.

Hope burned to ash. And I weep. Not quietly. Not softly. Completely. Everything I held, everything I built my world on — has collapsed. And yet… I raise my head. – Rhaell — I croak. My voice is like that of some stranger. — Are you still alive? – Yes, my lord, — he whispers. – They are about to take the throne from me. My children too. My kingdom. Everything. I spring to my feet. – Then bring on the war. Let it be one this world has never seen.