Lannister Soldier Novels & Stories

The other soldier quickly grabs hold of his companions when he saw that the man was already holding on to the hilt of his sword. “I don’t know why we have to keep this woman alive, isn’t she one of those damn Lusha rebels,” the younger soldier whined as he gave the lady a murderous glare. “If you know what’s good for you, you better keep that mouth shut and watch your temper around here, else you’d end up like those men from lord Slogs army,” the older man said with a very deep tone as he gave the young soldier a straight and firm look. The young soldier took in a deep breath, clenching his fist as he quickly looked away from the lady before grumbling. The older soldier ended up shaking his

A soldier stepped forward as their carriage came to a halt, his armor gleaming in the afternoon sun—polished daily, Luke noted, not worn from actual combat. "Emissaries of Lunaria," the soldier called out, his voice carefully neutral despite the hint of caution in his eyes. "King Tristan and Queen Aurora welcome you to Valoria." He offered a shallow bow. "I am Captain Marcus. I'll escort you to the palace." Luke nodded while Ragnar merely grunted, his massive shoulders shifting beneath his travel cloak as he exited the carriage, forcing the soldier to take an instinctive step back. "Lead on, Captain," Luke said, sliding from the carriage with fluid grace that contrasted with Ragnar's lumberi

“I already checked it earlier. Everything’s secure.” “I have to check it again,” Steven replied without turning to look at the soldier who was the same age as him. Zach followed behind him and noticed that Steven’s attention to detail was still high. “No wonder you’re still General Lee’s right-hand man; you’re so careful,” Zach said sincerely. Steven, having finished inspecting the area, took a drink of water and sat down next to Zach. “I’m number two. General Lee’s most trusted soldier is, of course, still Hector.”

However, he thought that the traitor does not deserve a quick death so he would have to wait for a little bit. “Who are these soldiers?” King Lawson asked as he eyed the four soldiers one by one, a bit confused about the situation. He could not recognize any of them and judging the crest on their armors, he came to know that they were from the Thorine Kingdom. “They are witnesses,” Emery replied.

Their armor was different from Luke’s soldiers — darker, sleeker, etched with pale runes that glimmered faintly even in daylight. At their center rode a man without visible insignia. No crown. No heavy fur mantle. Just black steel and a sword resting easily across his back. He looked up. Directly at her. Like he had known exactly where she would stand. The golden warmth inside her stirred. Not in fear. Recognition. “He moves like a warlord,” Lily said quietly. Beside her, Luke’s jaw tightened. “He is one.” “Does he have a name?” “Yes.” Luke’s voice was calm.

I know we haven't quarreled once, nor has he bullied me for once, but this was weird. “Prince Kelvin!!” I bit my bottom lip. “Is what Tyrion guessing the truth? I didn't inhale that scent from him, yet he claimed to be the one I had a one-night stand with. The one-night-stand guy is the one that saved me in the woods and I almost caught at the restroom….but I'm not sure if he's the one providing for me since Prince Kelvin claims to be the one-night-stand guy and the one providing for me.” I exhaled a deep breath. Even though I hate Tyrion, I would take his advice this time by being cautious when it comes to Prince Kelvin.

Darius's POV. Listening to Jessica give that information, I mean, I could not help but wonder why she would call The soldiers of Arno—because to me every soldier in the pack was my soldier, and Arnon did not have separate soldiers from the ones that I had. As a matter of fact, Arnon was the captain of my soldier, and he was the one who led us to battles. With all the soldiers, why was she going to separate them with mine?

He said to the soldiers nonchalantly, “So how is it—I’ve cleared any suspicion of me wearing a steel plate, haven’t I?” The entire scene was dead silent. The people were at a loss for words. Liam let out a cough and berated the troop of soldiers, “Nonsense! Instructor Larson is a highly-skilled master fighter. He’s able to defeat all of you with just a finger, yet you’re still doubting his capabilities!”

To think she had already formulated a plan for what would happen when we return. It made me quite curious about her status as a soldier before she was assigned to be my attendant. Not only strength—Lyanna seemed to be more than just a soldier. A lot more than that. I couldn't help but imagine that she must have been a commander of some sort. If she wasn't, then Dravin was blind—and I wholly doubt he is. We soon reached the gates of the Sulk Pack castle. "We're home."

But no matter what I did, he still never saw me as worthy. Jack Lannister was a ruthless businessman—a man who made his enemies disappear without hesitation. He ruled through fear, controlling markets, silencing threats, and crushing anyone who stood in his way. He was a man feared by many, respected by all, but loved by no one. Not even me. Yet, even monsters grow old. Even the cruelest men cannot escape the grip of death.