Does Rhaenyra Become Queen In The Books の小説・ストーリー

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

Read the will by Aubrey closing it with a seal. Demetria was baffled because she just wanted to live a normal life. As the only child she has no option but to step in as the new queen of Winterfell. She believed wearing her mom's locket will help her become strong and powerful. She keeps wearing it as a memory of her. Lucas became the king of Winterfell as well ruling with her. “It is with all pleasure to introduce you all to your new queen Demetria of Winterfell!” Darius shouts addressing the fairies who came for the coronation ceremony.

But when I continued to growl quietly, he sighed and added, “I need you to be safe… Will you let Jared, Aron, your mom, Nash or me for that matter go there?” “It is different, you, Jared, Aron, mom and Nash are current and future rulers of various clans,” I started. “What do you even mean?” mom demanded. “You are the Alpha Queen of Africa and South America and the current heir to Eastern Europe belt, well, until Aron is ready. Jared is next in line for Africa and South America and Nash for Indian subcontinent… while I –” “And you are what?” dad asked seriously. “I am just a princess!” I growled.

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti

He walks beside me with his hand still enclosing mine so warmly, and the feeling of his strong, calloused fingers pressed against my softer ones offers me a strange comfort and a reminder of the immense power I am aligning myself with. Despite everyone's eyes still on us as we glide down the aisle, I hold my head high and match every stride Azraelyrs makes as we keep moving forward. I am Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, soon to be Queen of Drakarith, and no one will see me shivering like a fowl lost in the rain. We pass between two statues I quickly remember I had seen back in the Bahadrí. Orios and Aerizadum.

“Then who are you, Riley? Or is that even your name?” “Rieka.” My voice is soft when I admit it. Then I change and choose to have confidence as I say my full name aloud, “Rieka Hart.” His brow furrows, and he repeats the name, testing it on his tongue. “Hart? As in—” His eyes widen in realization. “As in the Alpha King and Luna Queen. I’m their daughter. The heir to the throne.” I watch him closely for his reaction. “I was forced into hiding to keep safe until… until it was time.”

"Oh, my queen. You're not trying hard. Why don't you try to read my mind now, as now I am thinking of something? " His gaze didn't leave me not even a second as I tried to read him. Then there was a long line that he was thinking in his mind, and suddenly, I could read. [It was on purpose I wanted you to find me. I've been wanting to get to know you and have loved your form of life since I heard about a vampire queen who turned an old city into a place for humans being slaughtered by rogue vampires. She declared those beasts, the merciless vampires as rogue vampires, and she made a system that those merciless vampires should be annihilated, all of them. All only for the sake of humans that h

Anna inquired, hoping to shift the focus away from her previous idleness. "He left with Richard this morning for the Enchanted Valley to see what the prophecy about you would be." Her father, Troy, was considered one of the prominent betas in the prestigious Silver Moon pack, headed by Richard, one of the most feared alphas in the region. "You have to be fully prepared by the time they return." After a few minutes of trying on various dresses, Anna's patience was wearing thin. The day she had eagerly awaited was quickly turning into one she wished would end. However, she finally settled on a dress from the array of options that had been presented to her.

I too grieved for Nerys, mourning not only his loss but also the carefree life I had envisioned. Since then, I've striven to meet the standards of an acceptable prince, mindful that my father tolerates no imperfections. Though I've stumbled, time has eased his disappointment. Ultimately, I stand as his sole remaining heir. While Elaria's importance is acknowledged, the concept of a female ruler in Vakythia remains repugnant to the mages. A disheveled maid interrupts our path, her anxious expression reflecting the demeanor of every servant in my presence. They, after all, address the soon-to-be crown prince and future King.

My heart sank. But she didn’t appear concerned at all - quite the opposite, in fact. Instead, she repeated her call a second time, and then a third. “Alpha! Alpha! My Alpha!” I felt myself blush as I realized what she was doing. The call was quickly taken up by others, and pretty soon, the entire clearing was full of packmembers chanting my name, sounding full of pride. “Alpha!” “Rayla!!” “Queen of the Pack!!”