Game Of Thrones Wine Goblet 소설 & 이야기

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.

But I didn’t expect to be attacked in such a subtle, cowardly way. The first hint of something being wrong came with the wine. It had been poured ceremoniously, in a goblet etched with the royal sigil of longer crest. The liquid swirled dark and rich inside, and I had downed it in one swift motion, trying to drown the bitter taste of the day.

“You can't go down with your eyes watery that way. Comport yourself before you step down….. I will wait till you put yourself together.” I exhaled a deep breath and wiped my face with my scarf. On doing that, I recalled that Tyrion had given back to me two scarves on that day he healed me in the school, and one of them was at home. “How did he get it? I lost it in that resort where I had a one-night stand." I contemplated. At that point, my heart was being freed. “I can't ask him, but it seems somehow that he brought it to me. Did he rent the room, find it there, and bring it to me because he saw me with another type of it?”

EDINA POV I don't know if I was imagining it, but Baelorin stood at the end of the aisle now, shadowed in the garden's dim gold and silver light, his face drawn taut with—rage, hurt, possession. The moment our eyes locked, my steps faltered. The golden goblet slipped from my hand with a loud clatter, tumbling end over end before hitting the path. Wine spilled across the stone, a dark crimson arc that soaked into the edge of my silver gown like a wound.

The new goblet was cool, beaded with condensation. The server smiled, handed me the goblet, fingers brushing mine. "The green label is the best vintage. Lord Theron saved it especially for tonight." "Thank you." I lifted the glass, the wine dark red in the candlelight. I drank. It was sweeter than the others, coating my throat.