Game Of Thrones Wine Goblet Novels & Stories

All eyes were on the stone as I made my way forward as well, at least wanting to get a closer look at the priceless artifact. “All we need now is the sacrifice and the incantation.” Duvall was next to me again, his hand holding a goblet filled with the deep red wine. “Pity that it’s going to be that girl they brought. With eyes and skin like that; she’d be a welcome bitch to my collection.” He tisked as the stone was now in front of us, catching in the light and sending shippers here and there. “A shame.” I wasn’t really listening to the male now, my eyes taking in every molecule of the precious gem.

He then turned me around as he looked at my flushed face, and trembling legs, then he smirked. "Want a drink?” He jerked his chin toward a low table near the throne. Two goblets waited with red wine as dark as blood. I walked on unsteady legs, picked up one goblet and he took the other. Then we clinked them together. "To loose ends," he said. I let a slow and sharp smile play on my lips. "To dead ones." We drank. The wine burned down my throat, settled warm in my stomach.

The goblet was the last. She stared at it for a long moment. The liquid inside wasn’t red. It was gold. Bright, thick, almost glowing. She touched it—and the air held still. Nothing struck her. No visions. No screams. Only a whisper: Drink, and become what they fear. Sera lifted the goblet. Her hands shook. Her lips parted. But she hesitated. What if this was the end? What if this was exactly what they wanted—to watch her choke on power she was never meant to survive?

That would come with time. I stood at the center of the hall, shoulders squared, spine unbending. My robe, hastily thrown over the worn battle leathers, trailed behind me like a banner. A wolf howled somewhere outside, a long, mournful sound that slowly turned into a chorus of triumphant cries. My pack. Or what would soon become my pack. “Amara.” A young warrior approached with a goblet filled with aged bloodwine, bowing slightly before holding it out to me. I accepted it with a nod, my fingers brushing the cool metal. “To victory,” I murmured before lifting it to my lips.

Some of them had smiles on their faces, and the rest were neutral, leaving me to guess how they felt about it. Standing at the front pew was Kael, who held a goblet of what I believed to be crushed grape wine from the scent of it. He looked like he barely made the effort to be there, ever one to not hide how he felt about anything. “Goddess,” I whispered to myself as he raised the goblet at me with a small smirk on his face in a mocking toast. I felt my stomach scrunch and twist at the possibilities of what he would probably do tomorrow to prevent the actual coronation from happening.

They dwadled around for a few seconds they ran into the tent where their food was being dished. Cordin saw the Queen Mother and quickly rushed to her. "Their goblets have been prepared, Your Highness." He said with a bow. He then scooted closer and whispered while pointing discreetly. "The goblets have been arranged according to your seating positions. The King's and the Prince's are the ones in the middle and the goldenberries Prince Ron loves are in the small bowl beside his goblet." The Queen Mother's eyes immediately landed on the goblets in the middle and a smirk tugged on the corner of her lips. She nodded. "Understood."

This man…couldn't understand the process of mourning. Not to mention I was perturbed of what the marketplace was like after the invasion. Yet, I let him be as he took two golden goblets and placed them on the table. "I told you that I don't drink." "Well, why won't you experience finer pleasures aside from lovemaking? This is one of them, Luna." He pushed the goblet closer as he poured the red wine. I grimaced when he continued teasing me like this. "It would be better if I brought sugar cubes but I consumed all of my mana to teleport now."

“This pendant will serve as a reminder of the bonds we share and the responsibilities we hold to one another.” Next, a group of vampires approached, led by their regal representative, who carried an ornate goblet made of dark, polished wood inlaid with silver. “This goblet is a symbol of our commitment to peace,” the vampire declared. “May it always be filled with the essence of cooperation and respect.” I accepted the goblet, feeling its weight in my hands. “Together, we will fill it with the essence of our unity,” I replied, raising the goblet high for all to see. The crowd erupted in cheers, the sound echoing through the clearing, a celebration of solidarity.

He came closer and tapped her shoulder like she was not already aware of his presence, then passed a goblet to her. “I cannot take wine Rev, I’m not allowed to.” “Ohh, this isn’t wine. Aunt said to give this to you.” “Aunt? Like my mother?” He nodded and shifted his body away slightly so that she was in line of sight of the queen and he pointed to where her mother sat. Lyra looked in the direction which he pointed in and she saw her mother smile and nod her head for her to drink it. Lyra’s eyebrow rose up in question as she eyed the vessel in his hand and the dark purple-looking liquid within it, wondering what it could be. Surely she knew it was not poison, it could not be but she could not