Game Of Thrones Wine Goblet Novels & Stories

I croaked. “The servant,” Nyra said. “The one who poured at your place. She’s in a cell. She’s scared. I’m not sure she knew exactly what she carried.” “But someone did,” Kael said. “Someone with access to the wine stores and a very clear idea of where my Luna would be sitting.” He turned his head toward the small table near the wall. The goblet that had burned me sat there—cleaned out, now empty, but the stem still bore, near its base, a tiny engraved crest.

My stomach sang at the sight. "Eat my dear, we have so much to discuss" Discuss? Whatever the heck are we suppose to discuss when you are going to be dead soon. Again he drank from his goblet. I wish it was poisoned. The goblin was transparent with rubies crafted in it, it contained a red content that had a slight purplish in color when moved. I can bet that isn't any ordinary wine. I shivers slightly before glancing down at the food in front of me sniffing out to know if it was poisoned or had any of that nasty stuff in it.

Kael raised an eyebrow. The girl froze. “What’s in that?” I asked her, stepping closer. “It’s… wine, my lady,” she stammered. “Blackroot and spice. Same as always.” “Let me taste it first,” I said. She blinked. “Of course, but,” But I already took the goblet from the tray and sniffed it. Something bitter laced the scent. something wrong. Riven’s eyes sharpened. “Rory?” “There’s something in it,” I said tightly. “This isn’t just wine.”

The bed beside me was empty as I didn't see the Alpha King. I sat up slowly, with my body aching. Last night had happened, and the surrogacy was done. I flashed back to what had happened and I immediately knew I just had to get a proof regarding the wine from yesterday My eyes landed on something across the room, it was the goblet. It was still there, lying on its side where it had fallen, with a few drops of wine still inside. Oh goodness, that was it! That was my proof. If I could get that goblet tested, if I could prove there was something in that wine, then maybe….

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 suitors bowed deeply, aware that this audience was a precursor to the final trial, yet uncertain of what awaited them. The Empress offered a gracious smile, and with a subtle motion of her hand, Cedric stepped forward, carrying a silver tray upon which rested two ornate goblets. The liquid inside was a deep crimson, swirling gently within the finely crafted vessels. The aroma that wafted from them was rich and intoxicating, a scent that spoke of aged wine, luxurious and rare.

“No.” “Why not?” “Because I’m not dealing with pissed-off Lunas over a Greek nymph.” I groan, leaning my head back against the chair. ‘He’s not wrong,’ Ace mutters. ‘She’d skin you alive.’ “What about Crosslands?” Zander says quietly, all eyes snap to him, curious and thoughtful. “That works,” Bobby nods slowly. Daniel grins. “Yeah. It does.” “Crosslands,” I say. No objections.I reach behind my chair and pull out the elder’s goblet gold, engraved, humming faintly with old wolven magic. The dagger flips open. I slice my palm without hesitation.

Only one servant remained, distracted by the clatter of trays near the back. Marcello moved swiftly. His fingers slipped into his pocket, retrieving the small vial—the witches’ gift. Inside, the silver liquid shimmered unnaturally, swirling as if alive. “Only a sip,” the witch had whispered. “And the bond will shatter forever.” He uncorked the vial, carefully pouring it into the goblet set aside on the polished tray—Dante’s glass, marked with the black crest of the alpha. It hissed faintly as it mixed with the deep red wine, but the color didn’t change. No scent. No sign.

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.