Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones King

"Aerys, I understand that I have been strict with your friends so far with your visit, but I hope you understand that your friends have strong personalities and have been fighting for their own independence their whole lives. Particularly Rhaenyx, I needed to establish a control while they are in my kingdom. However, it didn't stop her from leaving my palace without permission, even with my son." "That man is your son?" Ambrose questioned. "Indeed, Ambrose is the sole Prince of my Kingdom. He is to become King once he matures, but I'm not willing to give up my throne just yet." "Wow, Rhae really knows how to grab on to royalty," Aerys snickered. "What do you mean?"

"I want you to know that. I'm not going to sit here and tell you he was wrong about me." Nora looked at him. "I do want the throne," he said. "I've wanted it for a long time and I'm not embarrassed about it. It's mine by legitimate alternate succession and I've spent a lot of time and effort building a case for it." He held her gaze. "That part of what he told you is completely true." "Then what part isn't?" "The implication that everything I do is managed." He was quiet for a moment. "Some things I do are managed. This " he gestured briefly between them " isn't."

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

Ilena sobbed louder as she struggled against his grip, scratching and biting. He placed his bloody palm on the wall beside his name. “I, Dreg the king of the North is wholly bound with soul and body to Ilena, the Queen of the North.” The bloody print stuck to the wall beside his name and then Dreg picks up a blade towards Ilena’s palm. “Please, please wait!” Ilena begged in terror with tears clouding her vision. “We have been wed in the ways of the Thanes, it is now time to be bound in the ways of the North and there’s no stopping that.”

Right before he left the door because the meeting was over, he heard his king's voice, " Don't play around, Kevin. The lives of my people are at stake, and I cannot let a simple woman get involved." he made just a small pause before he continued, " I don't have anything against her, that she is human and all this nonsense, like my queen, would have, but I care about my people. And I will do anything for them. I would give even my life." Kevin nodded and left the door. The subtle threat in King's voice gave him shivers down his spine, and he hurried back home.

"I made you share tutors, share a room together when you were younger. I tried to make you not love each other, but at least not hate one another! And I thought you were smart enough to realize why that's important!" "I... I didn't... " Tommen stutters. "You didn't even let the crown come in between you. You let a slave! What will happen when I die? You will kill each other for the chance of sitting on this stupid chair?" The king suddenly gets pale in the middle of his rant and starts clutching his chest. "My...my heart... The doctor..." The guards from outside rush in and the doctor is called. Loras and Tommen are asked to wait outside.

Of all the places that existed on the peninsula, none of them was known to be ruled by a King so Garin didn’t quite understand where this ‘King’ suddenly came from. “Forgive me, Ser, but may I ask your name?” Garin said. “I am Jorah Hathel, advisor to the King,” The man said. “And could I also ask who this King is? We’ve been living on this continent for years and have never heard of a King,” Garin said. “These lands have been conquered by Yoran and he has proclaimed himself the unquestionable ruler of everything on this peninsula. Anyone who refuses to obey his commands or tries to rebel against him will be slaughtered and made an example of,” Jorah said.

"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