Gael Targaryen 소설 & 이야기

James gave a small wave and said, “Don’t mention it. It was nothing.” In the old-growth forest, a bonfire was burning. James was looking at Laelia, who was sitting across from him and staring into space, and could not help but ask, “I heard they say you’re a princess?” Laelia was snapped out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, “Yes. I’m a princess of the Tabal Empire. Laelia Targwyn is my name.” James knew nothing about this world. He asked, “Is the Tabal Empire powerful?”

Charlotte Hayes' POV I was walking from the room, when all of the sudden, my mother, Ophelia stood before me with that innocent smile of hers. An angelic smile that seduced millions of people in this world. "Darling, where have you gone?" She asked, with worried eyes. Ophelia Maine was a good mother that gave me everything I wanted. People would do anything just to experience what's it like to be in a care of the queen of the stage; but the only thing I don't like about her… is the fact that she's—"Don't tell me that you went to cry because you still couldn't beat me in terms of beauty?" She's a narcissist.

"We all play different roles in your lives. Every one of us has a purpose. You and Thea, will one day become great rulers, who will protect the innocents. The people you had to kill in your past life, now you will get a chance to protect them" I notice that she is slowly disappearing in front of me. Her image is becoming less and less clear by the minute. "You" I point my finger towards her. "I know King Darius, I know the moment I reveal these things, I will be called back to the place where I belong. I wanted to be a mother to my daughter for a little longer. But not at the cost of her safety. Be careful Darius. He is coming for her" she completely disappears from in front of us.

“What are you doing here?” The little girl lifts her head, deep black eyes stare at her own. She was only a small child, no older than five or six, and yet her eyes seemed to hold more maturity than other children her age. She shivers, coldness she never even knew she could feel making the hair at the back of her neck rise. “My name is Tarryn. I have Alpha blood. Make me a Royal Consort.” Lady Vita blinks, “Where are your parents?”

She was the only one who could confirm this—this madness. And she wasn’t here to speak. “So who was he?” I whispered. “My real father.” Elizabeth took a long breath. “His name was Caelum. Caelum Dorne.” I blinked. “That’s a name out of legend.” “No,” she said firmly, “it’s a name buried by the Council. Caelum was a true golden blood. One of the last. He was a warrior, a scholar, a man gifted in ways others couldn’t comprehend. He died protecting your mother—and you—from those who would have exploited your power.”

“Unknown scent.” The gates opened cautiously. The rider dismounted slowly. A woman stepped forward, cloaked in travel-worn armor marked with symbols none of us recognized. She removed her hood. Silver eyes. Not violet. Not wolf-gold. Something older. She knelt immediately before Theodore then turned toward me. “I seek the Blood Heir,” she said calmly. “I am Kaelis of the Dawn Wardens.” Selene gasped softly behind us. “They still exist…?” Theodore frowned. “Explain your purpose.”

I woke to the sun filling my room again and cursed under my breathe, I slept through my alarm again and now was running late to school. The fact no one tried to wake me didn’t faze me anymore, ever since Alpha James and Luna Cathy got approval to skip me being their heir when I was thirteen, they stopped pretending to care. I used to be angry about the fact they took me in and stopped caring for me once their own children were born but then again, I understood. I was born a rouge; that’s all I’d ever be and they had only let me into the pack because some mysterious history between James and my mother.

The guards replied and Duncan proceeded in questioning them starting with the girl. “Who are you working for?” Duncan asked the girl sternly but she did not answer. Yet her eyes were firm against him. Duncan could tell she wasn't the easy type. But still, Duncan was the lord of this place and they were going to answer to him no matter what. The boy seemed to realise that and so he spoke instead. “My name is Emryn, and I am a necromancer.” Duncan nodded, urging Emryn to continue. Maybe he wouldn't be so tough on them as long as they spoke the truth. There was nothing Duncan hated more than lies.

" He excused his self. Walking up to his servants, he gave them instructions. I grabbed a goblet and gulped down some wine. I felt strange, something was definitely wrong with Gwen. My eyes were fixed on Simon, they never left him for a second. The queen walked up to me leading girl by hand. Another girl with strange white hair tailed behind them, grinning from ear to ear. "My lord, this is my daughter Amelia." "The fairest diamond of the season." "She's exquisite, graceful and charming." "Just like her mother." She said in smiles. "Nice to meet you your highness, I've heard a lot about you, welcome to our kingdom." The strange girl blushed shyly. I already forgot her name, I had played them

for Fae, it was but another puzzle from her lady as she rarely said anything which wasn't equally confusing, the woman was an enigma herself, starting by her unique appearance and ending by her powerful presence. Taking out the clean swaddles, Fae carefully wrapped the little baby in their softness, all while admiring her unique features, even for a newborn, she was very beautiful, with silver hair and fair skin, just like her mother, However, she had a very peculiar brownish birthmark on her lower back, the one only those of the Yoren dynasty possessed, proving that baby Sara was none other than King Edard Yoren's daughter.