Rhaenys Targaryen The Queen Who Never Was Novels & Stories

Finn wisely remained fixated on the floor. “My formidable Queen,” I said, embracing her tightly. “You are the only conquest I care about, and the only Queen who will ever stand at my side.” I leaned down, whispering against her temple, letting her feel the true joy in my scent. “Xian’na is my little sister. The heir. The one Davon and I, and the others, have been searching for.” The change in her was immediate. Her tension dissolved, replaced by a deep awe. “Your… your sister? The one with the Holy Blood?”

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

Aileen replied, almost whispering to the wind. "I see." The lady with red hair and gray eyes, like Scheriziel, smiled wickedly. The lady smiled because she smelled something interesting about the girl in front of her. "Anyway, let me introduce myself. It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies, especially you," she added and stared at Aileen. She cleared her throat and resumed, "I'm Khaleesi." "The pleasure is mine. My name is Ai- I mean Scheriziel. And this is my trusted friend Athena." The queen was nervous and had almost slipped her real name.

She had golden eyes just like Rosemary's cosmic form. "Princess Elena?" Rosemary asked, though she knew that wasn't right. The woman turned and smiled warmly. "Not quite. I'm Queen Lyanna. Your great-great-grandmother. The last true queen of the royal bloodline." "Why am I here?" Rosemary asked, looking around the void. "Why can't I wake up?" "Because you're dying," Lyanna said simply, her voice gentle but honest. "The dark magic backlash damaged your body beyond what normal healing can fix. Your consciousness retreated here to protect itself while your body tries to recover."

I offered a comforting smile and nodded my head towards the bed. We sat down and began talking. Her name was Bethanie and she was born into this life. Her mother was the head maid around this place and took care of the King. She was assigned to the warriors until I came along. She’s never been outside this place. The only way she gets to “experience” the outside world is through books.

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

A little bit of fun will not hurt as they celebrate the rise of their future protectors, they believe. The sparkling eyes of the champion roamed the arena in search for someone dear to her, but failed to. But before she give in to her dismay, she quickly turned to face another person she owe so much to. Her adopted aunt, the Queen Regent, the Witch on the throne. They exchanged gazes and smiles, without the crowd realizing the connection between them. Anne went by the name she enlisted herself with, concealing her real identity. And having understood her strong will to be one of the Paladins, Serina supported her by hiring someone to disguise as the Princess and sit beside her.

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

"After all, my father is truly at the brink of death. What would anyone gain from killing him faster? Let's give her a try." Staring right at Annalise, I smiled. Man, she was seething. Guess she was disappointed nobody in the room was standing with her. "This is ridiculous," she ground out. "Myself and other top manufacturers in the world have tried to cure Lord Rhaegar but failed to do so. As sad as it is, he cannot be cured. You're no exception." "You're concluding before giving me a chance." I furrowed my brows. "Sounds unreasonable to me."

The morning light surrounded her like a halo, but it was the warmth in her smile, the patience in her hands as she guided small fingers through the weaving process, that made her truly shine. "Seeing you two together reminds me of why I fell in love with your father all those centuries ago—before he became consumed by his own might. Back when we walked the earth together, learning from mortals and finding joy in simple things like a field of grain or a song shared around a fire." Lysander felt humbled by her words, by the trust she was placing in him. "Your Majesty—" he began, but she waved her hand gently to stop him. "Please," she said with a small smile, "call me Hera. We are all family h