Kingslayer Jaime Novels & Stories

When someone stopped by to see us—or more specifically, meet me—our tour was almost over. "She is missing. I've heard that my master has developed feelings for another woman." As the two of us were returning to the tent, I heard a voice from behind us. We both stopped when we heard this. Kina greeted Rednor, "I was trying to find you! It's Ruel here. The future consort of the King," I almost grimaced when Kine introduced me, but I kept quiet and played along.

Guards dressed in royal blue uniforms showed up and ushered us out of the enormous room and I made a mental note to study it when I got the chance, but as we made our way further and further into the belly of the castle, I figured I would probably die before I ever saw sunlight again. I thought I was saved, but it was clear that the alpha king also kept slaves! I guess in our world it made sense, but was he so damn dishonourable that he bought them and didn’t fight for them? If this was our king, I wouldn’t want to meet him anymore. I couldn’t see myself liking a man like that! I had to be with someone better. My mate will find me some day. If I could just hold on for one more day. One day h

Silence falls heavy in the air as I wait with bated breath to hear what my fate shall be. “As you can see, my love.” Hearing those words sends another sharp shooting pain through my heart, nearly causing me to fall to my knees. Thankfully Mr. Jones was still at my side. He moved his arm from around my shoulder and pulled me in closer by my waist. Cassius’ eyes hardened at the sight of it, his gaze following the movement of Mr. Jones’s hand. “She is not my slave to give away.” He finally finishes through gritted teeth.

- Oh, I almost let it slip. Tristan glared at his opponent for a while, then nervously unhooked his brass knuckles and threw them aside. - And what do you want from me? – Tantario asked coldly. - Tristan! – Telvisina shouted in warning, breaking away from Alter’s hand. “Your life,” the Lord smiled. - Isn’t the price too high? - Tristan was indignant - Really? Or do you really dream of taking the place of the Lord after me? You know our laws. The one who kills the king himself takes his place. The place of the Lord will not be empty.

"We have men surrounding the perimeter in which it was last..." The room erupted in utter silence. No one dared to mutter one single word to the king. He could hear their spiked heartbeats and how much they reeked of fear. He wiped the blood from his sword onto the corpse slumped in front of him. He managed to keep a calm composure. But he could feel his inner beast clawing at him to be released. The beast wanted to protect his beloved king. It urged to demote destruction on anyone who ever thought of betraying him.

Dorin continued, “The mad king took the Ravante women against their will and forced himself on them to get silver mage children, problem is, only two, pure blooded, Ravante silver mages can have a silver mage child gifted with the silver tongue, so of course he didn’t get any. Also, most of the women killed themselves or simply died due to the torture and humiliation, but there was one who survived and gave birth to a child. He wasn’t a silver mage, though, but it was said that Elazar took care of him as his own, and that they started this University together.” “Yes, that much is true,” Mordecai said, nodding his head. “So, that Mad king just got away with the shit he did?” Johan asked, wide

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

Beta Kyrie came to Alejandro’s side and said to him. Instantly, I knew it was over. ‘Kingsley had followed Hunter's order and had tried to kill Alejandro? So they were the ones responsible for what happened that day?’. Lara said. ‘Bastards’. Davina commented, while I did not say a word, as I stared at Kingsley without blinking. For some reason, I felt my blood boil. “Oh. It was him?”. Alejandro said, then added calmly, “Attack”. At that moment, the warriors behind us charged forward as they engaged in a brutal fight with the Defanly’s warriors.

He was a king, but in her eyes, he was just a pawn, a piece on her board to be moved and sacrificed at her will. He walked away, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his body trembling with a rage so pure, so absolute, it was a living thing. He wanted to turn around, to rip the silver shears from her hand, to show her what a true monster looked like. But he didn't. He was a king. And a king had to be smarter than his enemies.

I put my gun down and run before I leap into his arms. “Daragh, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask him as he tightens his hold on me and kisses my head before he sets me down on my feet. “This conference wouldn’t be a conference without the four Irish Kings now, would it?” He says and I look at the three men in dark suits and I know each of them. Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south.