Novel & Cerita Rise Of A King

"West Feral Sea declares proelium." Empaler Aegaeus fell silent, and suddenly remembered what happened to his parents when the West Feral Sea attacked the kingdom of Adrape Khiarzugu Palace. He was still young at that time. Ever since the Basileus of the West Feral Sea died, and his eldest filius, Prince Finn, took his seat. Now the new Basileus of the West, broke the agreement of the three kingdoms because he wanted to conquer the East Sea and the North Sea.

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.

“Was it from the war?” “No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.”

"Aerys, I understand that I have been strict with your friends so far with your visit, but I hope you understand that your friends have strong personalities and have been fighting for their own independence their whole lives. Particularly Rhaenyx, I needed to establish a control while they are in my kingdom. However, it didn't stop her from leaving my palace without permission, even with my son." "That man is your son?" Ambrose questioned. "Indeed, Ambrose is the sole Prince of my Kingdom. He is to become King once he matures, but I'm not willing to give up my throne just yet." "Wow, Rhae really knows how to grab on to royalty," Aerys snickered. "What do you mean?"

“Please, speak.” My father, King Edward, who was just as curious to hear what his younger brother had to say, placed his hands on the table and followed the conversation. “As you know, your father’s fourth cousin, King Abel of Soliste, has been trying to put a claim on this throne, and seeing as you are twenty-six and have yet to produce an heir—“

Once he stood up, everyone else turned silent. "I think that Mr. Greco, Mr. Reis, and Mr. Bergeron have forgotten about the fact that almost every King struggled with the constant attacks of his enemies. Those who didn't struggle were erased from the history of rulers. Do you want to know why?" He looked around the room, making sure that everyone's eyes were on him. "Because they didn't live long enough to earn anyone's respect. Alpha King Tyrion has already faced a few serious attacks on his own territory, but he still lives, and his pack survived. If any of you faced similar difficulties and dealt with them any better, do share with us details of your exquisite achievement."

I reached for it and settled onto the bed, willing myself to focus on the dense text. The book talked about King Alaric, Prince Keith's father who was tragically cut down in a bloody palace coup, he also lost his wife Queen Isolde during the war, and their son, Prince Keith, the rightful heir to the throne, was left... with broken legs. I stared at the book for a while as different thoughts swirled in my head, this incident had happened ten years ago.

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and