Game Of Thrones Wine Goblet Novels & Stories

“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

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.”

Vashi said, snatching the goblet from the table she made to trash it on the floor to end this, but Jazell gripped her wrist. She took the goblet of wine from Vashi and then held it firmly in her hand. Jazell turned to gaze at Ragaleon, whose face was void of emotions. The glint of mockery in his eyes… she lowered her gaze. She brought the goblet to her rosy lips; she didn't just drink from the wine, she emptied the whole content and allowed the goblet to falter from her hand, making an eerie noise as it descended on the floor. Hearts began to thump as the hall remained silent, seconds passing by, eyes etched on Jazell. The whole place was silent for a fleeting second.

Xerxes stared at them, his blue eye sharpens, making the envoy swallowed nervously. The envoy from Solaice Kingdom motioned for one of his companions and they moved forward, presenting the box that he was holding to the princes. He opened the box and inside were three wine glasses that have a design of branches spreading from the bottom to the upper half. The first was a gold themed wine glass that has a intricate design along the edge of it, decorated with crystals and diamond that gave it a more sophisticated look. The second was blue themed, with a design that is similar to a butterflies’ wings and has an outline of gold. Its handle is gold and has a few blue gems strategically placed her

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

And then I see it. In the corner of the room, half-hidden behind a fallen chair, is a heavy silver goblet, ornate, thick and solid. It must’ve rolled from one of the tables after the coronation preparations. My heart pounds, but my breathing steadies. My movement must be silent. Unnoticed. Calculated. Zeus continues speaking, his voice dripping with venom. “You stole my future, Darian,” he says. “You stole everything I was meant to be. And now I’ll take it back. Starting with your life, unless you all kneel right now and acknowledge me as-”

I fixed the goblet. I inhaled the smell of wine whose flavor was grapes. Elvin's own wine is my favorite of all wines. It is not from a foreign country but right here in our locality. I heard the sound of my pouring wine into the goblet. The smell of grapes spread more all around. I closed my eyes and enjoyed its smell. It smells like drugs, the aroma is addictive. I lifted the goblet. I looked at the grape colored contents of the goblet I was holding, I gently turned it before bringing the goblet to my lips.

But not me. "You swam too. You need your shirt." I run my hands against my arms grateful for the small moments of warmth. "This is ridiculous," I hear him mutter. He picks up something from the table and stretches his hand to me — his goblet. "Drink. It will make you warm." I know I shouldn't but must times I don't listen to myself. I collect the goblet from him, the scent of the wine hits me before it touches my lips. I swallow a mouthful and sigh at it's delightful sour sweetness.