Does Rhaenyra Become Queen In The Books 소설 & 이야기

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

Empress Dowager Avon said looking at her son. King Raleigh sighed and said, "I don't have anything to say to you. Take her to the cold palace. She will be on house arrest for the rest of your life and your position from being the empress is seized. From today onwards, there will be only king in the Raven Kingdom."

Messengers moved through the halls, guards trained in the courtyard, and the distant valley echoed with the sounds of waking life. None of them knew that something fundamental had just shifted. The rejected girl had not been defeated. She had been laid to rest. And the Queen who remained would not fight for approval or revenge. She would fight for the future she chose. Far to the north, Drail stood at a high window in his own stronghold and studied the distant mountains. He could not see Montenegro from there, yet he felt a subtle change in the currents of power moving across the continent. Something in Raya had settled completely.

Kael’s head snapped toward it, irritation flickering across his face. "Enter." Liora. Her auburn hair gleamed, emerald dress clinging to her curves. She moved like a predator, her green eyes drinking in the scene with satisfaction. "Alpha," she purred. "I heard raised voices. Wanted to ensure all is well." "Everything is fine," Kael said, clipped. "What do you need, Liora?" She moved closer, deliberate, seductive. "I just wanted to congratulate you on the news. An heir for the pack so exciting."

She is desperate. "But Priestess, Kyra is ...." she opened her mouth again to object. But the Priestess slashed her arm in the air. An invisible force hit Sharon's body that made her flew back in air a feet before she fell on the floor with a 'thud'. "Ahh.." Sharon groaned with pain and spat blood. All the Alpha's and the Council members gasped with shock. "Sharon, you have done enough. You are selfish and that ruined way too many lives, including your husband's. I hear by announce Kyra Varkas as the new Queen of our race. She should be respected like you respect the Alpha king" the Priestess announced.

His legs were still weak, and he struggled to breathe properly. One of the elders whispered angrily, “The King is different now. Something is wrong with him.” Prince Raban, still wearing an amused smile, spoke with a calm but sharp tone. “There is nothing wrong with my brother. You heard him yourselves. The woman you all brought turned out to be his true mate. Accept it. She is your Queen now.” “I stand with the King,” said Elder Zhou firmly. “You all should stop dreaming about your daughters becoming queen and accept his choice.”

The nobles exchanged frantic glances, whispering amongst themselves and casting me glances with mixed emotions. “My daughter,” Aldric continued firmly, “fled to Moonstone, where she bore a child. That child is Lyra. By blood, she is not only heir to Shadowfang’s throne through her mother, but also to Moonstone’s throne, for her father was to be king.” He lifted a hand before the uproar could start again. “That is a tale for another day. What matters now is this—she is the true Queen of Shadowfang. By birthright. By blood.”

___ Selene’s POV The dim candlelight flickered against the old parchment as Selene traced her fingers over the delicate pages of the book Ronan’s mother had given her. The scent of aged paper filled the air, mingling with the subtle hint of burning wax. She had spent hours pouring over the text, meticulously taking notes on anything that seemed remotely useful. The book contained knowledge lost to time, secrets about the origins of their kind, forgotten magic, and hidden weaknesses that could turn the tide of war.