Rhaenys Targaryen The Queen Who Never Was Novels & Stories

Queen Zakyra, the Queen of Poziarne, who had the affinity of fire, the Unburnt Queen— who yielded fire at her finger tips and was burning in fire. The smell of rotten corpse burning spread in the air and their blood curling wails intensified. Avalyn's heart had slowed down. She was bleeding way too much. Her mouth was open and a drop of blood leaked out and a sob lodged in my throat. Her eyes were open and were loosing it's light. No. No. No.

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.

asked. "Yes," replied Ronald. "Until then he shall undergo investigation. There is something else about the royal family that needs attention," he said looking towards the crowd gathered in front of him and everyone nodded. "When the incursion of vampires was at the end, we found a newborn girl underneath a tree in the basket. There was no clue of family around her, so we took her in as my daughter. The Princess of Elamite empire, Arianna Merlin Elamite." After a long pause, the alpha of "grey moonstone pack" broke the silence, "We are not against your wish, alpha. But what if that girl brings complications in the near future."

A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes, an acknowledgment of my noble lineage. King Edward’s gaze shifted toward Agnes as I continued, my words infused with a touch of pride. “And this, Your Majesty, is Agnes, the queen of Qarth, She possesses not only beauty that rivals the stars themselves but also a spirit as fierce as the most untamed wildfire.”

she shrieks. Katie answered with a shriek—a sonic blast that shattered the air around the figure. The mask collapses entirely, revealing a face Zayla has seen before, in palace portraits and nightmares. It’s Mariah, the Queen’s favorite, her old rival, her childhood nemesis. But now the eyes are dead and bright as the glass in her scepter. Mariah spits blood and green fire. “You still think you’re royalty, Zayla? Your whole legacy is built on lies. I was the true heir. Your mother stole everything.”

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?”

Silas’s next delivery of poisons was due soon, and Lila’s whispers had already turned several lesser betas. Kael’s hand rested possessively on Elara’s lower back, but his touch felt distant. The fracture from their moonlit encounter , and the way she had taken Thorne and used shadows to satisfy her heat , had left him volatile. Good. Let him stew in uncertainty while she dismantled his world. A herald announced the arrival of the most powerful guest yet. “King Darius Vossarion of the Eternal Eclipse Kingdom.”

It was more like overwhelming pride as she held a newly forged crown. It was made from the blackened iron of my father’s ring, woven together seamlessly, with the silver steel of the North. She lowered it onto my head. “ I present to you,” Vane’s booming, gravelly voice echoed over that silent courtyard “Elara. The Pureblood. The Curse Breaker. The Queen of Two Realms ! ” The unified army dropped to one knee, in this synchronized wave of reverence that felt too perfect to be real.

The crown upon her head carried seven dark crystals that glowed with an eerie beauty. She smiled as though she had been waiting for this meeting for centuries. "So," the woman said softly, "you've finally found your way to me." Ariana couldn't tear her eyes away. "Who are you?" The woman tilted her head. "You already know." "I need to hear you say it." A gentle laugh escaped the queen. "You have your father's stubbornness." She stepped closer. "I am Queen Elyria." The name echoed through the endless white space. "The first Queen of House Lunareth."

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.