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So Moriah went back to his history. The maiden lay athwart the warrior, her arms widespread as if to embrace him. The mother seemed almost to shudder as the flames came licking up her face. A longsword had been thrust through her heart, and its leather grip was alive with flame. The father was on the bottom, the first to fall. Moriah watched the hand of the stranger writhe and curl as the fingers blackened and fell away one by one, reduced to so much glowing charcoal. Nearby, Lord Beltinar coughed fitfully and covered his wrinkled face with a square of linen embroidered in red crabs. The myrmen swapped jokes as they enjoyed the warmth of the fire, but young Lord Bar Emmon had turned a splotc

We were back home in Ordene and it was heartbreaking. It was heartbreaking because when I left the kingdom; I left with Isabella by my side and coming back home; she was in a coffin. My men were carrying the coffin into the car from the plane as we were going to bury her today. Just like everyone else, I was dressed in a black attire.

“There's something I want to tell you and I don't know how you're going to take it. But I've been thinking about it for a very long time and I think I'm right. I just can't prove it yet.” He dropped his bowl of ice cream and sat up to face me. “What is it? I'm listening.” “I think Aemond is involved in dark magic. I think he knows much more than he's saying. He and Silas are friends, there's no way he's not in on the plan to kill me and take my powers. He can tell us everything we need to know.” It took him some time to understand what I was saying. “You mean, my dad is also an enemy?”

Then, plan from there everything else. My name is Sebastian Stormcloak, and I am the King of the Vampires. 8 years ago, we attacked Deadly Nightshade as one of the rogues that works for me and saw her running around the pack boarders. She probably thought she wouldn’t have been seen as it was near a more isolated part of their boarders.

Stripped of weapons, his armor twisted to scrap, the Lord Across the Sea lay broken at my feet, coughing up golden blood, staring wild‑eyed into the jaws that had conquered a god. With my left hand I seized the jagged remains of my dark steel greatsword, humming still with liquid silver aura. “For my mate… for my children… and for this land!” my voice thundered, deep as shifting bedrock. I drove the shard upward with all my might—straight through his heart, pinning him deep into the stone bed of the shore. The God‑Emperor gave one final, gurgling breath. His gloved hands clawed weakly at the steel piercing his chest. The fire in his golden eyes faded into dull, lifeless gray.

This was it. “What’s the plan?” I asked. “I want my father out tonight, Sebastian,” Aemond insisted. “And I want him breathing.” Sebastian’s lip curled in amusement. “Then pray for a miracle.” Still, he strapped four guns to his belt—he didn’t plan to reload. He didn’t plan to miss. “I’ll get your father out. While I’m doing that, I need you to make a scene.” My eyes caught a familiar black car parked near the entrance. It bore the crest of the Hail family.

" I can't believe you talk me into coming out here when we have guests to attend to in the pack " Anthea mutters to Chester. They were standing just besides Amelia's mother tombstone. The vicinity far away from Merry pack. " I know. I just ...need to get away from her presence. I can't believe I lost my daughter to that enigma " He replied with his jaw set. " Just how I have lost her mother to King Frey in the past "

He sheathed his sword and undid the red scarf around his neck, "take this as a reminder to my oath." Diego reached out for it then wore it. DAERASON The Pnevma's rampage had turned everything into ruins. The wall of Dorne had been completely destroyed and scattered in boulders. Bodies had been scattered everywhere that night, mostly the Dornish men. Daerason was buried under rocks and rubble like the rest of them. He shot his hand out and coiled it in a fist, then his whole body emerged from the rocks, wounded.

We reeked of smoke, blood, and exhaustion. “He’s dead,” I said, the words dry and final. “Tyrion’s gone.” A beat of silence. Adolph bowed his head. Basten clenched a fist. Magnus shifted, eyes darting to the soot-dusted ground. Ophelia didn’t speak, just nodded once, her jaw tightening. I didn’t let myself sit. Sitting felt too much like giving in. “He died trying to stop Osiris, the bastard came early, hours before we expected. He fought him, but…”

Not only did I abandon my pack to be with him but also disappointed my dead parents whom I didn't seek revenge on. Now, here I was, on my deathbed, with death smiling at me, ready to take me away. “Khaleesi, you should have just taken the hint but you pushed us to no end and have us no choice but to finally poison you,” mocked the female and sighing as if to show how glad she was. My ears rang, my heart thrumming fast as I digested this information. So, the reason I was here on my deathbed was just because I had been poisoned by my mate and the female he was having an affair with?