Novel & Cerita Rhaenyra Leaves Westeros Fanfiction

That’s the day’s sign for me: that he can frame his own impulse. “Ready?” I ask Nyra. “Ready,” she says. “Ten minutes, Khan Hall, then quiet.” The hall is darker today than yesterday—half the light, smaller echo. Rhaell stands by the wall, without his staff—my request. Mae holds the silver thread. The nurse stays two steps back with them. I wait by the door. No need for the king to be in the frame. “Play,” says Nyra. That single word is our best rune.

“Roan—” “I, Ryan Richard, sentence you, Kyra Dew, to death.” My hands found their way to my mouth as I gasped in shock, What?! “I… I didn't…” “For all the betrayals and the lies. I, Ryan Richard, also reject you as my mate. You are not fit for me nor the crown. You do not even have a Red sky blood in you. You are a disgrace! Take her away. Make sure she is beheaded behind the large rock and bury her body there.”

ELYSIA’S POV The room felt colder after he left. Not in a physical sense; the fire still crackled in the hearth, warm and steady. But something had shifted when the door closed behind him. The air felt heavier, emptier. I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the furs, trying to steady my breathing as I stared at the closed door, as if it might open again at any moment. But it didn’t. He was here. The Alpha King was here—Alpha King Rhaegar. He had caught me just as I was about to collapse.

Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging. Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Chase Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Danica Green (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Isabella Frome (friend). Arya Silver Age: 17 Race: Werewolf Rank: Rogue Physical description: 5’7ft tall, hourglass athletic body, long straight black hair, round brown eyes, heart-shaped face, pointy nose with heart-shaped full lips.

As they approached the port, Raenerys couldn't help but think of what she had seen before they left the north. Acheron is talking to Sera. She couldn't quite figure out how the two had the chance to talk because she was sure it wasn't the first time. What makes Acheron communicate with Sera? Because of that question, she couldn't stop glancing at Sera, who was now excited to land her feet on the sand of the Eastern Region. But even so, she could feel the sharp look in Raenerys' glance at her. Even if she wanted to pay attention, she didn't do it because it might only make her angry. She can't afford to be killed by Raenerys here; even if she wants to submit her own life if Raenerys wants it

I exhaled and rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Not that it matters anyway. Gentlemen, please I would like to speak with Tyrion privately for a minute." "Alright, you can go ahead, my lady." They left and I went down quickly and adjusted close to Tyrion. "What was that about? Why are you telling everyone that I'm a Lycan princess?" "Because that's who you are, and you are already acting towards it. You think I don't know that you have been providing refuge for lone wolves and rogue wolves outside this community?" "I was just trying to help." "That's what leaders do," Tyrion replied. He stretched his arms and held my hand lightly. "Look, Ryanna, the very day I saw you after you were attacked I knew

Aleanas pov Peace what is that? As long as I've been alive I've never known peace. I've always been expected of great things and to keep my head held high and be strong, but between you and me I don't believe any of that. My name is Aleana Rae daughter of Beta Alexander Rae of the Sahara blood moon pack, my mother Christina Rae died when I was 6 years old and ever since then home hasn't felt like home. It's my 18th birthday and I'm dreading it, only because I know in 20 minutes I will be on my way to the hell on earth they call high school. Don't get me wrong I love school just not this one, Wolfsmanner high school was the bane of my existence, no not because of the teachers or the work but

Edgar stormed out of Moon Goddess' Shrine and headed straight for the Alpha's castle. I drifted behind him. He reached the doors and was about to force his way in when voices came from inside. "It's my birthday next month," Fiona said sweetly. "Ryan, you'll celebrate with me, won't you?" I passed through the wall. By the fireplace, Fiona leaned against Ryan's shoulder. His hand rested around her waist. "Of course." His voice was gentle. I had never heard him speak to me that way. "You can have anything you want."

But Four was _louder_ when she didn’t eat. “What _are_ you hungry for?” Kieran asked. He hadn’t left her side. Slept on the floor by her cot. Gun under his pillow. _Promise_. She looked at him. Then at Darius. Darius, who was teaching Rylan to hold his bottle. Who smiled when Rylan blew spit bubbles. _Happy_. “I’m _starving_, Uncle D,” Lyra whispered. The air _dropped_ 20 degrees. “Can I have your _happiest memory_?”

It didn't take her long before she was done eating and sent Kayla out of the room so she can get some rest. Putting her head on her pillow, Arya couldn't help but think about her conversation with Ryker. Why was she so disappointed when he didn't believe her? Maybe it was because she had already lost hope in her parents and she expected him to believe her but when their relationship is simply ‘business’, what was she expecting? With all those thoughts in mind, Arya didn't even realize when she fell asleep. The moon acted as a source of light to her dark room as it shined through her window and the cold night wind made her snuggle into the covers of her bed even more.