House Of The Dragon Queen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was a true namesake—a versatile, fearsome dragon named Draco. "Girls, give me a hand here and help me sit up." The queen whispered with very little strength.She soon started spitting blood all over herself as two of the ladies tried to support her. They immediately panicked and tried pulling her back again, but she raised her hands, instructing them to stop. She pointed at the head of the midwives and asked her to come over to her left side. The little maid ran at her command. "Yes, Our Lady,what do you want me to do?" She asked with enthusiasm.

Her heart hammered—a drum of war and dread. She reached for the tactical bag Kael packed for her. Her fingers brushed the leather-wrapped jade pendant he had given her. Her jaw set. The Queen had returned. “If they want a monster,” she hissed, drawing her silver-alloy blades, “I’ll give them one they can’t contain.” The first drone crashed into the East Wing balcony, red camera-eye glowing like a promise of execution. The war wasn’t coming. It was already inside the house.

I took a minute in concentration before speaking, “Because…because the King had taken my dragon, yes, I have a dragon too. He’s name is Wraya. The King’s dragon, Synthia is Wraya’s mother.” “Wait…? So what you’re meaning to tell me is that, you brought a dragon with you whose mother happens to be Synthia of all, and now you don’t know where your dragon is because the King has him? Is that correct?” The Queen spoke, using her fingers in a way to describe the actions. I nodded, “But before we came here, none of us knew that the dragon was his mother. We didn’t even know that dragons lived here until we arrived and heard the rumours from the village people around.”

Pleased with the reaction she had gotten from the finest warriors of these arrogant Monarchs. And then her gleaming violet orbs focused back on the Dragon King. "I am Esmeray, A Crone from the House of Untouchables born to rule. The Tamer of the Untamable Breed of Lost Souls. They call me the Queen of Nightmares. Are these titles enough or do you want me to add some more to your liking, Dragon?" Esmeray could see the wheels of the Dragon King's mind spinning in full motion. And she knew exactly what he was thinking.

When the Lore king found out that her bride was not Elizabeth but Esmeray, he was furious at this betrayal. He loked Esmeray up in a dungeon, where she kept crying and sobbing. At last, Isabelle, a maid of the Lore king came to his room and convinced him: "If you wanted a bride, then why does it matter that she's Elizabeth or not?", "I asked for Diana's daughter, Elizabeth that maybe she could take the plce of Diana in my heart but it's not even Diana's daughter", he sadly said and put down the pen, with which je was writing something on the desk.

She didn’t flinch. Then the guards grabbed my arms. “No—no, please, she’s pregnant! The child is innocent!” Liora’s voice cracked through the room as she rushed forward, her hands grabbing at mine. “Enough!” Ysara snapped. “The father is not. He is the Alpha of Obsidian—the man who has murdered our kind. You expect us to shelter his seed?” Liora dropped to her knees, hugging me tightly as they tried to pull me away. “Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—”

She was wearing a dark serpentine gown with a plunging neckline and a crown that had the emblem of the fourth: a three-headed snake. "Queen Alondra!" King Ivorn merrily acknowledged the queen's presence. I have heard about Queen Alondra Anguis. Mostly, her house carried bad news and a bad reputation. I started to build an invisible wall between us. From what I have heard, she was a dangerous beast.

The Queen and the Child Seven storms and thirty-one scorchwinds later, the legion breached the first outer ring of Xaerath: crystalline spires half-buried beneath centuries of sand. Within, the last survivors—gaunt elders and staggering soldiers—led them to the heart of the oasis: a domed palace grown from quartz. There Drakonios found not a myth, but a people fighting extinction. He found King Rhaedon and Queen Lythissa—royals whose eyes seemed lit from within, as though they held private galaxies behind their pupils. And there in that ruined throne room, amidst scorched tapestries and shattered fountains, the old prophecy collided with living breath. Lythissa was with child.

"The Dark Lord Khaos is no more." Ronan nodded in agreement, his gaze still fixed on Khaos's lifeless burnt form. "The throne is ours once more," he said, his voice firm. "We have reclaimed it, and none shall take it from us again." he did a slow bow to his granddaughter, who is now Queen Dynaris, The sleeping Dragon who we first met, stepped forward, placing a crown upon her head. "I crown thee 'Queen Dynaris' rightful heir to the City of Dragons," She watched in amazement as the miracle of the prophecy happened before her eyes.

I know this because the ancient ways believe so. However, Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion is the Queen I want. Even though she is of noble blood and comes from a royal lineage of humans, I still want her. She is not like the humans who hunted my family. She is a predator in her own right. If she will prove herself worthy, she will not break here in my kingdom. She will serve my purpose and if my court wishes to defy me, they will have to contend with me and a queen that bows to no one.