Noble Houses Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Ariana couldn't hide her surprise when she looked up and her eyes collided into those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes. "It's him? What is he doing here? Could he be a member of one of the aristocratic families in the compound?", She pondered and her guess was not unfounded as this road led directly to the Golden Homes, which was the residences of her family and other aristocratic families. The Golden Homes could also be said to be a symbol of status as all the families living in there were families that were still very much in power and ridiculously wealthy. But even if he was, what has it got to do with her?, she thought to herself.

They were known as "The house of water." The fourth house consisted of the families of all those that dealt with all the coins and treasuries of the city, could be related to the modern day bankers. They were known as "the house of steel." While the final but not the least house consisted of all the families that handled the Food supply of the City, they were called "The house of earth." All these houses, selected a Lord from one of their most prestegous families. These Lords would be the one to represent their houses in the House of Lords as powerful policy makers in the city.

I asked Brennon. Brennon looks over at me and, with a look of confusion and relief on his face, answers my question. "The Rogue king and Sebastian Stormcloak are on their way here."

I tell him “Something like that, depending on the context.” “I see.” Zen looks at the hand that I just bumped “How odd.” “Isn’t it?” I grin, then it occurs to me; “I was reading books about the high houses. They’re the one’s we’re meeting today right?” Zen nods, “Yes. The second, third and fourth prince from the royal House. The Alpha of the House of Arzen. The scion of the House of Haraldsen. And us.” I recall those words from the books I’d just read and nod. Alright, that doesn’t sound too bad.

I watched them through the ajar door to see the kings sitting around the large table. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine hung heavy in the air, a grotesque celebration of power. And I—dressed in red silk that clung to my skin and exposed my body to them once again. I just had to walk among them, smiling. Pretending. I'll be tossed to the last king then I would my revenge to everyone. And then came his name. Alejandro— The thought seized in my throat. I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t breathe it. Couldn’t even finish the syllable in my mind. It sat there, sharp and unspoken, stabbing me quietly from the inside.

(Lord Vorkhen Snow) Seeing 3 proud Flowers of Mount Gianna Kneeling on the ground with solemnity Enraged the the Vampire Duke. The Entire Vampire Legion of the Northern Alemia were actually made up of many of the Noble Family that were existed on the Northern Alemia, one of the prominent family the has joined this Vampires Legion were the oldest and historical family in the entire land, and also the contributing factors that leads to the easy uprising of the entire Noble Coalitions is the Di Gianna Family, Dubbed from the ancient time as the Flower of the Gianna Mountain.

The kid’s undeniably appealing to the eyes of the women, he thought. Upon reaching the Upper Ring, the knights guarding the huge archway signaled the two unrecognized men to halt. The silver chest plates of the knights had been carved with a wolf… and on top of their plate hands had carved claws. Kael glanced at the high walls where blue-colored banners hung, depicting the figure of a wolf—the underlying symbol of House Randell. After the fall of the Aragons eighteen years ago, the Randells rose into power. They’ve been currently the wealthiest and most powerful noble house in Glacia, owning more than a quarter of the country’s wealth.

“I don’t have it memorized, but I know you do.” His eyes twinkled as they collided with my own, “Daughters of the sun and sea, two once powerful kingdoms brought down to their knees.” “Exactly.” I nodded, too easily absorbed into the conversation when it was Dain talking. “What does it mean?” “You and Nadia, you are what’s left of your houses. House Thatcher brought Nadia’s house to its knees, and she did the same to yours.” He explained, the muscles in his throat working as he took another drink. I sipped at my own, enjoying the way it warmed me and made my thoughts feel light but not jumbled. “Dying legacies where only one will stand. One of you will die, and your House along with it.”

I carried it over to the small table near the window and sat down, tucking my feet beneath me. For the next hour, I completely forgot I was supposed to be working. I learned more about the Great Houses than I had during the entire conversation with Maren. House Drakenhart controlled the northern territories. House Valerius ruled the eastern mountains. House Ashborne controlled the western trade routes. Each House had its own dragon bloodline, its own traditions, and its own history with the Dragon King. The Nightflame family sat above all of them. I turned to another page. Records dated back hundreds of years.

Watching movies together could alleviate our chemistry. His eyes studied me for a moment before he leaned back. Dropped his phone on the table and crossed his arms. "What’s your favorite movie?" He asked. I didn't expect that, and I smiled as I responded. "Game of Thrones." "What's it about?" His brow lifted slightly. I grinned. "Noble families fighting for control of the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms. It’s full of battles, betrayals, and political struggles—" "Valar Morghulis," he interrupted smoothly.