Game Of Thrones Wine Goblet Novels & Stories

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.

He was carrying a large cup. It was the ceremonial chalice. It was a beautiful thing, made of solid gold and covered in dark red rubies that looked like frozen drops of blood. It was filled to the very brim with dark, purple wine. “It is time, Darius,” Rowan said softly. He held the cup out to me with both hands. His face was very serious. I looked at the wine. It was dark and deep. The smell of it was very sweet, like overripe fruit, but there was something else beneath that sweetness. Something sharp. Something that smelled like old metal and bitter herbs.

With bristling steps, three servers entered the dining hall with two of them holding golden trays held above their shoulders, perfectly balanced on their right hand while their left hands were folded behind their backs. Lord Igor's eyes sparkled with interest for the first time since he came as the third server started placing the blood-mixed wine goblets on the table. Picking up the medieval-times gold goblet Lord Igor inspected it with a secretive twitch of his lips as his gaze scanned the fifty clueless cunts sitting at the table with Valdis and him unaware that at the end of the night not a single one of them was going to survive. It was a code, an inner joke between their family. Every

The bonfire spits embers into the blood-red sky, each spark burning out before it can reach the swollen moon. The pack gathers in a tight circle, their faces painted with ash and ochre, eyes reflecting flames like hungry animals. I stand beside Arthur, my fingers curled into the sleeve of his ceremonial robe—too tight, but I can't let go. The fabric is rough under my nails, real enough to anchor me when everything else feels like it's slipping away. Arthur raises the silver chalice. The wine inside is dark as a fresh wound, swirling with something thicker than grapes. I catch the scent—bitter, like crushed herbs and rust. Wolfsbane. My stomach twists.

The dinner too, she had introduced another dose but Prince Jaqen barely touched the food either thanks to his nervousness. The aged wine was brought by the people in charge and Lady Gaia excused herself to prepare the wine before the sword ceremony finished. She took her time to add enough wolf’s bane in the drink of Prince Jaqen this time around. She made the maids line up and told them the names of the people who owns each drink they were carrying on their trays so there wouldn’t be any mix up whatsoever since her main target was Prince Jaqen.

I tilted the pitcher over his goblet, using my thumb to pop the stopper on the hidden vial concealed along the handle, letting the dark, odorless liquid drop straight into his wine. Felix didn't even look at the glass. He snatched it from the table, his eyes locked onto the deep rise and fall of my chest, and threw the entire drink back in one heavy gulp. He slammed the stone goblet onto the table, a dark, victorious grin spreading across his face. "Now... come here, human." He reached out to grab my arm, but before his fingers could touch my skin, his eyes suddenly widened in horror. A sharp, violent gasp tore from his throat. The stone goblet slipped from his hand, shattering into pieces a

The servants are busy hauling heavy roasts to the central tables. A silver tray sits on the counter, holding two unserved wooden goblets sloshing with deep, dark winter wine meant for the upper platform. "Hey! You!" a head servant barks, pointing a finger at me. "Omega! Grab the clean towels from the washroom!" "Yes, right away," I say meekly, keeping my head low. The moment his back turns to slice a pig roast, I flick the stopper from the tiny vial with my thumb. Two clear, heavy drops fall into the left wooden goblet, dissolving instantly into the dark red liquid without a single bubble.