Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Si Lord の小説・ストーリー

“He’s head over heels with you. Don’t tell me you’re thinking about their Paris trip that he and that bitch get back together?” “I thought of that,” I admitted. “I thought you love and trust that hot lord?” Camila pointed out. “Of course, I do.” I rolled my eyes. “And he’s not a lord.” “To us, he is. That must be them.” Camila stood up when the door swung open. “Ugh!” I shut my eyes closed. I didn’t have to look at the door since my man would be impossible to be around. And they would be lip-locking with their husbands at this very moment.

"Azriel, please...I did it for you...This throne belongs to you and I.." "You think it's a game? The throne is not some toy, Sienna, that you give to someone out of pity, " he bit out. Disappointment flashing in his eyes. Sienna furrowed her brows before shaking her head. She didn't do it out of pity. He was misunderstanding everything.

ARWYN POV Sir Sirius Black stood before me, his hopeful green eyes shimmering like dew-laden leaves in the morning sun. I found myself trapped between two impossible choices, each promising to crush me in its own way. Nearby, Thrystan was gently stroking the mane of his horse, his fingers moving with a deliberate calmness, yet his intense gaze was fixed on me, betraying his apparent nonchalance.

Tyrion is her boyfriend and she abducted me. I looked up at her. “I know Tyrion as the Alpha Prince’s Beta, but I have nothing in common with him.” “He was your childhood friend, so quit lying.” I nodded. “Agreed! We were friends but not anymore. We don't even cross each other's path.” I swallowed hard. “I have never spoken to him, so please let me go. I will avoid him if he dares approach me—we have nothing in common.”

"How can a single low-level wolf get under your skin like this, Ronan?" Sienna’s voice cut through the silence of the study, sharp and cold as a silver blade. She was standing by the door, her eyes fixed on the shattered whiskey glass on the floor. "I heard your little 'declaration.' It's worse than I thought. You’re actually obsessed with him."

"No? I can feel the tension Lexi, and you're giving off a scent that smells eerily close to fear." "Fuck off. You're wrong. I'm not afraid of seeing him." "Sure. The eight thousand-year-old Daemon Lord is wrong… keep telling yourself that sweet daughter of mine." He chuckled as he stepped towards Steven and examined his face carefully. "Did you really give her advice?" He asked, with an eyebrow raised. Steven met Lord Brarthroroz's gaze with a withering one of his own and sighed lightly. "Okay, okay," Lord Brarthroroz chuckled holding his hands up in front of himself, "I won't ask again. Is everything ready for us to leave?"

There’s only this heavy shift into bright colors and sharp shapes. In my dreams, I’m sitting by the balcony of the throne room back home, and someone is right beside me. At first, it’s Levi, wearing the same suit he wore the night he rejected me. Soon, it changes to Arthur, who looks the way he did when we made love and when he marked me. Then, it turns to Rhysand, who reaches out to me with a sly smile and his hand aiming for my neck. . . . "Arya."

"I've been looking forward to this." His hand was cool. His grip was exactly calibrated not too firm, not deferential. The grip of someone who had spent centuries reading what hands communicated and had decided to communicate ease. "Lysander Vale," she said. "I know who you are." "I imagine you do." His eyes moved briefly to Caspian, then back to her, with the quality of someone noting a chess position. "My cousin has excellent taste." "Is that what I am?" Nora said. "Taste?"

Lucian’s POV “The MoonStone pack takes great offence, My Lord, as rumours circulate about the King in the North’s inability to uphold his word,” I contemplated, gently brushing my lips with a finger, engrossed in the discourse of my esteemed council. “What word might that be?” I inquired, my gaze fixed on Lord Dandaario. “The promise of a matrimonial union,” Lord Dandaario divulged. “I had pledged a marriage between myself and my mate,” I declared with firm intent, making them understand if it hadn’t been abundantly clear to them.

His strides were slow and measured, as he took his sweet time to cross the room and ascend his throne, ensuring that his presence grabbed attention and all eyes were fixed on him. When he was seated properly, he lifted his eyes and gazed at them. "Is this the human girl, my nephew's mate?" His baritone voice, deep and loud inquired. "Yes my Lord, our contact delivered her as promised," Drac responded. "Good. Now you, come closer," Waylon gestured to her. Why did he want her to come close? What was his plans for her? She swallowed nervously as she eyed him skeptically. She was torn between obeying his orders or standing her ground.