Game Of Thrones Noble Houses Novels & Stories

“The silent forge builds the sharpest sword.” He gave a tiny nod. Okay, Pearl. You’re still alive. “Last question—History. Name the three noble houses that supported the rebellion of the Eastern Province a decade ago.” Oh no. Politics. Not my strength. I paused, fingers twitching. “The House of Talin… the Red Crest of Bellan… and…” My mind went blank. “Last one,” the instructor said, voice low. Think Pearl, think. “And the Emerald Flame… the House of Ruvan.”

"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

Kael’s patience finally snapped. “No more riddles.” Power surged sharply through the chamber. Alpha power. Ancient and commanding enough that even the torch flames reacted to it. Thomas took an unconscious step back. Vera went completely still. But Seris merely looked at Kael with something dangerously close to recognition. Interesting. Very interesting. Then she sighed softly. “There were originally five blood houses,” she said. “Not two.” The crypt went silent again. “The ruling bloodlines divided after the northern wars,” she continued. “Nightbane and Silver Creek remained visible because they controlled the largest territories. The others disappeared.”

Kael walked just a step behind, his usual easy posture tense. “Beta Thorne, wait,” I said, reaching out to catch the edge of his leather sleeve. He didn't stop, forcing me to snap my wrist back. “Who were they? If House Blackthorne was a noble northern lineage, how does an entire family just disappear without anyone talking about it?” Thorne kept his eyes fixed straight ahead. The hard line of his jaw didn't even flinch. “Another day, Ava.”

That war ended the lives of every member of the former house of kings, eradicating any survivor that could pose a threat to the new house that rule the Wereland- my house. Initially, we were known as The House of Kings Men but after the previous house of kings went extinct, my family took the throne much to the dismay of the House of Ravens. There were initially six houses in Royal Hills: House of Kings, House of the Kingsmen, House of Raven, House Of Betas, House of Gammas, and lastly, House of Healers: but now there were five houses. I had the support of three houses out of five. House of Betas, House of Gammas, and House of kings… they were my allies.

“No matter. You see, I once knew a noble; a mage of dumbfounding prowess—bless his soul—who couldn’t condone this level of hubris with which you display this stupidity. He was quite the noble who taught me that nobility extends well beyond the reach of noble blood. You see, he showed that to be a noble was to hold oneself in an esteem well above that of others. To be able to walk into a room and have heads turn upon entry as easily as walk in without notice. That to be noble was to possess a noble sense, one that did not prove it was superior but simply knew it was. Sadly, the belief that nobles of the higher classes do not squabble so is delusional at best. No. It’s because they’ve come to

“King Dreg.” A noble squire bowed in respect. Dreg nodded and shook his hand firmly. “ Your accent doesn’t sound like you’re from the East.” Egret patted the squire on his back. “His name is Leon Pujet, he is the third son of the royal family in the Southern Kingdom of Ghenu.” “So you are the groom of tomorrow....” Dreg stated bluntly. Leon nodded with a slight smirk, his brown eyes assessing the stoic and dominating form of Dreg. “I have just obtained the rank of squire so it was time for my marriage to be arranged.”