Rhaenys Targaryen The Queen Who Never Was Novels & Stories

"The Seven Kingdoms... the history we were taught in the schools... it's a lie, Kaelor. All of it." ​"A lie?" Lysander’s brow furrowed, his hand resting on the stone altar. "The High Council's texts say the Moon Goddess created the seven bloodlines from the starlight to defeat the beasts of the abyss. They say she was a celestial entity who returned to the heavens after the First Emperor was chained." ​"She wasn't an entity from the heavens. She was a mortal. Her name was Cynthia Vaelcrest. She was the first human queen of the unified valley." Seraphina said, her voice dropping into that chilling, dual resonance that made both Alphas instinctively hold their breath.

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

A woman broke from the gathering crowd, richly dressed but visibly frantic, and I recognized, from the crest on her robes, someone of considerable authority within this kingdom's court. "Lyanna, thank the ancestors you've returned," she said, relief and fresh dread both warring across her face. "And you've brought—" her eyes widened, taking in Alaric's crown, my own visible, lingering power still humming faint beneath my skin, "—you've brought the Blood Queen herself." "Queen Freya," Lyanna said, bowing quickly. "This is King Alaric of the North Moon, and Elise Thorne, Blood Queen and sealer of the Northern threshold. What's happened since I departed?"

Read the will by Aubrey closing it with a seal. Demetria was baffled because she just wanted to live a normal life. As the only child she has no option but to step in as the new queen of Winterfell. She believed wearing her mom's locket will help her become strong and powerful. She keeps wearing it as a memory of her. Lucas became the king of Winterfell as well ruling with her. “It is with all pleasure to introduce you all to your new queen Demetria of Winterfell!” Darius shouts addressing the fairies who came for the coronation ceremony.

Tyrion briefly looked each member in the eyes before saying, "Let me state that again, Aria Seymour is my mate. She is the only woman I wish to claim, and I will. Now bow down because the one before you is your future Queen." Aldo Lefebre chuckled and stepped forward. "Hell, I'll gladly bow my head before such an amazing wolf." As he did, the rest of the members of the royal council followed his example. The crowd burst into cheers, chanting my name. Tyrion wrapped his arms around me before locking his intense gaze on me. A smug smirk curved his lips as he whispered to my ear, "I dare anyone say that you are not fit to be the Queen now."

And my destiny is to reclaim all that was stolen from me. Lady Veyrien continues, turning to Azraelyrs, “And do you, Azraelyrs Vasileios, Sovereign King of Drakarith, take Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion as your Queen, your wife, your destiny, pledging your will and loyalty to her?”

she said, voice low. “Your mother, Teresa… was not just a simple woman. She was the princess of Hasteria. Beloved, powerful, wise and .y friend. But she fell in love with the king of Dersia, that dangerous man. He craved her power more than her heart. And when she refused to give it to him… he killed her.” Anisa spoke with sadness and added, “But not before she sealed her magic in that pendant you wear.” Tara’s breath caught. “All this time… she was royalty? I saw everything through the memories, he killed her brutally ”

Now it was my turn, and I took a deep breath when Silvana called me —We will give way to the naming of our Queen— she said excitedly. Maximo extended his hand to take mine and directed me towards him; I knelt in front of my King while Silvana mentioned the oath and my appointment. —Royal Highness Princess Hannia Valletys, and only royal descendant of the Vallentys lineage and daughter of Her Royal Highness Princess Alania Zanaerys Vallentys, we grant the blessing to be crowned as Queen Hannia Zanaerys of our White Magic Coven, stand up and accept your destiny, lead our people to the light of life as our mother,— said Silvana, handing the crown to Maximo. He would be in charge of placing it o

“My sister already has more on her plate than she can handle. Besides, no one in Arvamel wants her on the Crystal Throne.” “Is that what you think? That no one wants a new queen? You spend so much time between the sheets that you fail to see the hate and disgust our people have for you. Even your maid will be a better queen than you,” said Sarya. Queen Vannya’s face turned red with anger. “Lies.” Sarya shrugged. “If that is what you want to think.” “Now that you know for sure that Ayla is the Peace-Bringer, you have nothing more to do here. Return to Arvamel,” Rhobart said to Queen Vannya.

And there have been many deaths in Thornhall. Two centuries ago, Queen Raelynn ruled with a beauty and cunning that could curdle the blood. When whispers of her husband’s infidelities reached her ears, she didn’t weep or plead. She retaliated. Thirteen women—his lovers—were dragged into the courtyard under the guise of being sorceresses. The Queen ordered their executions without trial, their cries echoing through the castle as axes fell and torches burned.