Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones Red Wedding Book

Chapter 15: The Hold The walk back was a somber procession. They passed the place where the diversion had been staged—evidence of a brief, fierce skirmish with Wheel outriders. Valerius’s men were collecting their dead, three of them, wrapped in grey cloaks. The cost. It was always there.

Then, plan from there everything else. My name is Sebastian Stormcloak, and I am the King of the Vampires. 8 years ago, we attacked Deadly Nightshade as one of the rogues that works for me and saw her running around the pack boarders. She probably thought she wouldn’t have been seen as it was near a more isolated part of their boarders.

"Miss Knight! Miss Knight, can you hear me?" The voice pierced through Ashlyn's fog of consciousness like a distant echo. Her eyelids felt heavy, and a sharp pain radiated from her forehead. "Get up! How dare you still pretend to be unconscious?" Christopher's voice cut through the air like ice. Ashlyn's eyes fluttered open. The pristine white marble steps of the church swam into focus, now stained with droplets of red. Her wedding dress, once pure white, was smeared with dirt and blood.

"But they’re not in London. And they’re not in New York." I looked at the map. The signal was originating from a small, unnamed island in the Mediterranea a place that didn't exist on any official chart, but a place I remembered from a map my father had burned when I was ten years old. "The Widow," I breathed. Dante’s grip on my shoulder tightened until it was almost painful. "The Widow's Blood Debt. I thought we settled that in '04." "We settled the blood, Dante," I said, closing the projection with a final, sharp gesture. "But we never settled the debt. The audit is opening again."

Willow loved it because it was a small table and chairs tucked into its own corner, surrounded by high backed walls on both sides. She had felt bad for lying to her grandmother earlier. She wasn't here to get a new book but rather read the one Loriann had given her. The leather diary had been burning a hole in her bag for days now. Gently, she placed the book on the table in front of her and stared at it, as if it would burst into flames at the first touch. Opening the cover, she began to read, devouring the history of the Red Hoods and one Weyland Brochade in particular.

“Please, come eat something. You look as though you’re going to faint.” I gently pushed her away from me. “Eat? My wife is in there and she hasn’t eaten. I’m sure she didn’t eat before the wedding because she was nervous.” “Please, Ryder.” “Drop it, Mira.” I sounded harsher than intended. With everything that was happening, I felt as if I was slowly losing myself. “I’m sorry.” She walked away, her head down. This was hard. Losing someone dear to you on the day that was supposed to be your happiest day. The day you show your love to the world, the day you promise to love one person for the rest of your life. Where did it all go wrong?

I give Zephyr a sincere and enthusiastic smile for his tips and dedication in fetching all these books for me. “I will do as you advised, Mr. Zephyr!” I inform sincerely, pulling up a chair and picking up the red book. “You will do well, Anara Valen. But be careful, be very careful with the vipers that lurk in the grass and corridors. There are malices in darker places. Just as this red book can save you for the next challenge, a woman in a red dress can kill you,” Zephyr declares seriously. I frown at him, startled by his words.

With trembling steps, the most important thing I remembered was that I had to take the ancient book containing the Haugen family curse. I didn’t want Red to get his hands on it. “Vaelora! You’re sick—why are you still thinking about that book?!” Kaelith snapped at me as I searched for the ancient book. His eyes, which had been hazel, had now turned red—as red as his hair. “Kaelith… You’re turning into Red…”