Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones King

That obedience and survival were the only things that mattered. “He was a monster,” Aurora said quietly. “Worse than the rest,” Iris added, trembling. Bella was quiet for once. She just kept staring at the drawing, as if daring it to move. “And his son?” Allie asked. “Our king?” There were only two brief paragraphs. Ten years ago, after Theran’s sudden death, his son had taken the throne. No name was given. Just “The King.” No ceremonies were held for his coronation. No public appearances. Just rumors.

None of what happened in the past was the princess's fault, so she shouldn't be dragged into it. “Well, the girl's father attacked their kingdom and made away with countless things after killing the majority of his people. He didn't stop there, he killed the Alpha's heir to the throne and cut off one of the King's legs. This King couldn't bear the pain and almost died, but the thought of revenge kept him alive. To cut the long story short, the King hired an assassin to kill the princess, so her father would go through the same pain, since she was his only daughter and next in line to the throne.” Erica explained.

Aiden, stirred, uneasy but alert. Silence fell as the King emerged. He moved with a grace that belied his age… tall, shoulders draped in a mantle woven of leaves and silver threaded fur. His hair was white as bone, his beard trimmed short, but his eyes were bright. They carried the weight of time and something feral. “Ryder of Starblood,” the King’s voice rumbled, deep and resonant. “The blood of the High Alpha stands before me again.” Ryder inclined his head, respectful but not bowed. “King Thorne.”

Amazing… The High Throne of the Tree of Life… The maester thought. Ahead of them was the Elven King. He was wearing a golden robe and his crown was made of crystalized circular branch with leaves. The King was sitting in a throne which looked like a golden tree. Maester Kael kneeled before the King. “You finally came.” The Elven King said. “It is my pleasure, King Furion.” The maester replied. “What do you think of my palace and the people?” “This place is a true beauty, your grace.” The maester paused for a moment.

But before he could process the revelation, a voice sounded behind the imposing oak doors: "All rise for His Majesty, the King of Lycans, the Sovereign of the Lunaris Citadel, the Moon’s Chosen, and the Supreme Ruler of the Great Packs—King Duncan Thornevale!" The door creaked open, and he stepped in, immediately commanding silence and attention. His fine golden cloak billowed behind him as he walked through the grand hall, each of his steps powerful. Kael, now standing a little closer to the path the king would pass, focused his gaze on the male, and as he did, his eyes slowly widened until they reached their limits, recognition settling over him.

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

I said, smirking, unable to resist the urge to provoke him. He chuckled. "My Beta convinced me that you should have a trial first." I raised my eyebrows at him. "Your Beta... does that mean you're an Alpha? And what kind of a trial are you talking about?" He grinned smugly. "I'm not AN Alpha, I'm THE Alpha. I'm the King." Chills ran down my spine. "So... you are King Tyrion…?" My voice came out low and squealy. My reaction instantly painted more cockiness into his smirk. "Yes, little rogue. You have the honor of talking with the Alpha King himself. And as for your trial, you will be judged in front of all of the Alphas during an annual meeting next month."

“We shouldn't run into each other. I don't want to glance at you ever again. Just stay away from me, I must find out if this is true and who is behind it before believing you…'' I uttered, my mind clouded. Kiah isn't aware, or she would have talked about it earlier. I wonder who it is that took such a risk to disobey the Alpha King's command. When I entered the sitting room, the Prince and the others watched me. They must have heard Tyrion. “I don't think it's true. No one would go against the King's order…" I broke the silence in the room and hurried to leave the building with the trash bag. “It would better be a prank because my father is searching for the source of the scholarship and wou

Dean said. “Alright. Tell them I will join them in a jiffy,” King Rehoboth said. “Alright, my king,” Dean said and sauntered away. King Rehoboth stood up from his couch, he carried his office staff and walked towards the entrée. “Let’s be silent! The king is here,” Easton said as soon as he saw king Rehoboth. King Rehoboth walked to his throne and sat down. “Long live the king!” the chiefs said.

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.