Rhaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

Arya remained silent and took her seat next toEon, facing he adoptive parents. “Here darling, have a piece of this. This is good for your health.” Vanessa chided. “Bethany, you should be taking care of you husband that way. You only think of yourself,” Mrs. Brown tried to provoke her, and wants to see her jealous reaction. Vanessa knew what her mother is trying to do. But Arya kept quiet and just eats her food. “Sister, I’m sorry. He is your husband, but Eon only lets me touch his food,’ Vanessa said pretending innocence.

for Fae, it was but another puzzle from her lady as she rarely said anything which wasn't equally confusing, the woman was an enigma herself, starting by her unique appearance and ending by her powerful presence. Taking out the clean swaddles, Fae carefully wrapped the little baby in their softness, all while admiring her unique features, even for a newborn, she was very beautiful, with silver hair and fair skin, just like her mother, However, she had a very peculiar brownish birthmark on her lower back, the one only those of the Yoren dynasty possessed, proving that baby Sara was none other than King Edard Yoren's daughter.

Valenar was off doing what Valenar does and Quinley was holding her court, everyone else floated into the background as she took a deep look at herself. At seventeen Raeann inherited the anchor's position, guiding the souls of the fallen over the bridge into the Moon Goddesses garden, and that was the day her childhood ended. What happened after that changed them all irrevocably, but it seemed that while everyone else had adapted and now thrived in the paths they were put on, she was still at the starting line struggling with stage fright. Valenar was born into royalty, along with many siblings, and although he was now the last pureblood in his line, he was young, strong, and intelligent, al

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

I had no patience. “I am Krysta Bronzetail, matron of the house.” She didn’t shudder once. “And who might you be? Guards!!!” She called out. “I am Princess Elentari Tirisil, future Goddess of the Night, sister in law to Eliza Bronzetail, the first daughter of House Bronzetail.” I spoke slowly and clearly. “So tell me, how are you the matron of House Bronzetail when you look as if you are only two or three years older than Eliza?”

“Have you seen the latest episode of House of the Dragons?” Jordan asked as we walked through the little relaxation centre outside the hospital, trying to find the perfect place to stay. “I haven’t. I’ve been a little busy lately.” I answered, sighing in regret. “Well, the crowned princess Rhaenyra has married Prince Daemon,” he revealed. My eyes grew wide. I had only missed an episode since the show started, and now I felt way behind. “Oh shit, no way! I have to watch it when I get home.”

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

Zaden stared at me with hate in his eyes. "It's not over yet, Jaden. It's not over" With that, he walked away, dragging Thalia along. Rhea blew out a breath, an annoyed look on her face. "If they want a war, we're going to have to bring it to them in such a way that they won't know what hit them" Rhea said, her voice tinged with fiery annoyance. "Rhea Stone of the Raven Clan?" Rhea and I turned to look at the woman who was now standing in front of us. She seemed to be older than fifty. She was wearing a long black dress, her hair cut low. Her blue eyes were dilated and she had long fingernails painted black.

Emily interrupts and says, "Leia, you have no right to be here." "I'm sorry, but I will do all in my power to keep you safe, Emily," she said. "I want to protect the heir to the Alpha position." The choice that Leia made was unchangeable. "I'm here to safeguard the future queen and king," you said. "I'm here to protect the future queen and king." Drake let out a long sigh. He didn't talk; he didn't even ask for further explanations. He averted his gaze from Emily and closed his eyes.

“Well, think about it. There is a war going on, she’s young, and she has little to no experience being queen as her mother died before she was old enough to really learn. She’s probably scared to lead. Not only that, if dragon clans are anything like packs, perhaps she doesn’t feel she is strong enough to challenge her father.” Ray leaned his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his clasped fingers. “Or maybe, she just doesn’t want to go up against her father. Her mother has been dead for ten years, and she was raised by her father. Leah probably respects her father too much to challenge him.”