Game Of Thrones Wine Goblet Novels & Stories

It was as if they had misplaced their most treasured valuable. Edwin slowly moved through the ruined halls, as if he were walking through Tiara’s memories. The sitting room was mostly intact. Something caught his eyed. He knelt beside a broken table, on it, a rusted silver goblet with a jet black stain visibly latched on to the inner rim. Edwin picked it up, trying to take a closer look at the inside of the goblet. Ralph looked towards Edwin, he was worried that he had not heard him make a sound in a couple of minutes. He quickly rushed over to where he was bent.

Nevertheless, those words of the tribe princess really disturbed the very core of him. What did she mean that the moon will be gone? Why the king of east shows some signs of having to know that filthy princess? How about that unequivocal war of words between the two? “May I, your highness?” the butler asked him which he just nodded. The elegant goblet was filled with a fine wine as the butler pour it first to his wine glass next to his father. With a frown he raised the goblet near his nose to smell the crisp scent of the mild grape on it before he brought it to his lips.

He concluded, then took a goblet of wine from another Elder beside him and handed it to the couple. The Alpha was the first to drink from the wine. Xylia polished off the goblet and to the astonishment of everyone, flung the goblet at the Elder who had ministered the wedding. It caught the man on his forehead and he fell to his knees, bleeding on his face. She had put a spell on the goblet, turning it into a weapon to kill. The people tried to run in scattered directions but her voice, low and deadly, stopped them. "Anyone who moves will meet the same fate,"

It was warmer than the threadbare shift she had worn the winter before. She carried a heavy tray laden with polished silver goblets and a decanter of spiced wine meant for the high table. Her arms ached from the weight, but she kept her steps even, her gaze fixed on the flagstones. Servants did not look up in Blackthorn Keep. Not unless summoned. Not unless they wanted the lash or worse.

“Let me show you a mirror. I got dumped next to a round structure. I hit my back against it hard as he shoved me to the ground. Opening my teary eyes, I realized it was well, old, smelly, and almost dried up. There were just a few pails of water to collect from it, at least. Alpha Aegon brought a shot glass from his dress pocket and placed it on the floor beside me. “Empty the well my nighttime. All the water goes into that gutter.” He pointed to it and crouched close to me, a sadistic grin gracing his features. “And I really hope you disobey me this time, Sin.” He walked away without giving me a chance to sink it in. A shot glass. I examined the material again, eyes wide in disbelief. A SHO

he said as he slowly lifted his goblet to his lips, “and your father owes us a deal that he had broken.” “What do you m—“ His eyes grew wide as the goblet was only inches away from his lips. I saw the anger burned within his eyes to the point that it melted away its icy appearance— it turned fiery red. Lord Victor held the chalice tightly and it broke in his hand, pieces fell down the marble floors. The liquid sizzled in his touch. “Vervain,” he hissed.

The clear water darkened, deep crimson spilling through it like ink. He released me and accepted a goblet from the golden-eyed man. He dipped it into the bowl and drank deeply, then held it out to me. My stomach twisted violently. I knew refusal wasn’t an option. With shaking hands, I lifted the goblet and forced it to my lips. The metallic taste flooded my mouth. Immediately my head throbbed, pounding violently, like my skull was being split apart. Heat flared sharp behind my eyes, my vision blurring, the world spinning out of focus.

he explained. "Was it before he gave you the wine or after he gave you the wine?" She questioned. "It was after. And he seemed quite strange" Cole said, trying to recall Max's facial expression. "Fuck!" Cora exclaimed and looked down at the goblet with the spilled wine. "Why? What is it?" He questioned. "That goblet is made of silver, Cole. And I don't know where he got that" "What?" He was astounded. He picked the goblet up and looked at it carefully. It seemed more like a steel goblet that was coated in molten silver.

But before I could say a word, the boy smiled and handed me a different goblet from the edge of the tray. “This is yours,” he said gently. Helen’s fingers twitched at her side. I saw it. So did Drey. His brow furrowed slightly, like something had clicked. I raised the goblet slowly, sniffing the wine. Nothing seemed off. Still, I didn’t drink. I set the cup back down on the table, keeping my hand resting on it. Drey stood at the head of the hall and raised his voice. “Tonight, we celebrate a month of peace, victory, and growth. We’ve faced danger, but we’ve stood strong. And we’ll continue to stand.”