Targaryen Emblem Romane & Geschichten

On the day of the celebration, banners embroidered with the Stewart family crest were hung on the interior walls of the newly renovated castle. The crest was a silver shield with bands on either side, symbolising the title of Baron, with a flying dragon above, symbolising the dragon vein and bloodline, and a long sword and staff crossed underneath, symbolising the family's production of a Knight of the Fifth Class and a Mage of the Fifth Class. At the bottom was a thorn bush, symbolising the family's battles for the kingdom. On one side of the wide square, the original parade platform had been repainted and decorated with flowers as a ceremonial platform, and on the back hung a huge banner e

It is not as huge as the Headow Stronghold but I am still amazed by the new views I see after just staying in one place all my life. I feasted my eyes at the colorful banners around the whole downtown. The Taphatia Kingdom has the emblem of the Blue rose while the Headow Stronghold has the emblem of the Oleander flower. I have no idea why they use flowers as emblems but the only thing I know is that the oleander flower is a poisonous flower. Just like how the whole Empire poisons the hearts of the people who want to conquer it. I glanced at Alpha Aster. Is his heart already poisoned with greed before he could even think of conquering the Kingdom against my father?

“Proof of lineage? House seal?” Elarion raised his right hand. With a smooth motion, he pulled aside the edge of his dark cloak. Etched in glowing arcane ink on the skin of his upper chest—directly over his heart—was the sigil: A tower piercing through a storm cloud, its base wreathed in flame, its tip lost in stars. Lightning forked around it. Beneath the tower, a single open eye glowed—unblinking, eternal. The Sigil of the Tower.

He did not want to further press her or else, it would make her raise her guard and once that happens, it would be hard to monitor her in the future. After a while, Emery came out fully clad in a silver-colored armor with intricate etchings and designs that gave it a sense of elegance and beauty. The breastplate was a perfect fit on her chest, with ridges and curves that follow the contours of her body. Anyone who would look at her would surely want to gaze upon her charismatic aura… At least, that was what the prince thought. On the left part of her breastplate was the phoenix emblem of the empire that seemed to still burn in glory.

All the knights and guards wore the colours of their houses and embroidered sigils proudly on their armour and capes. The carnival ground was decorated with flags bearing the sigils of all the noble houses present, some of which she recognized like the purple grapes on their vine on a deep green background of the Douglas' of Tyrene and the Crowned Eagle of Imras. She hadn't met the Prince of Imras yet but she felt like she knew him as Princess Alyn couldn't stop talking about him. The Princess had finally agreed to don a bell sleeved midnight blue velveteen gown that had the crowned owl embroidered all around the bodice in silver, leaving the bottom part bare.

I said, finally turning to face him. "The roof isn't what I'm worried about collapsing," Valerius replied. His usually calm, aristocratic face was pulled tight with genuine concern. He held a sealed parchment envelope in his hand. The wax seal wasn't the heavy iron crest of Aethelgard, nor was it the silver moon of Elias's pack. It was a jagged, crimson eagle. The old crest of the Human Emperor. My right hand twitched, the silver light flaring instinctively beneath my skin.

Cormac also chimed in mockingly, "Are you trying to scare us with some puny emblem? Did you get kicked in the head or something?" "I suggest you do as he says and take a closer look," Leon piped up. Well, Cecil dared not ignore the words of Nino's honorary son, so he picked up the emblem and gave it a cursory glance. "Huh?" he exclaimed, sounding startled. He suddenly realized Cassian's emblem wasn't the same as his. His emblem had the engraving of the letters "NK", along with a flying dragon. It was called the Titania Crest, which was the most common emblem in the Draconian Order.

*Wyverndale. The fourth castle was a luxurious palace draped in rich colors, with glass domes and twisted towers. Its banner bore a crescent eye, shining with whispers and scents of emotion: Emotion & Influence. *Tenebrae.* And then, there was the fifth castle. Lacking beauty and charm, it gave off an unsettling feeling, a space of wrongness. Its gray stone walls were covered in sickly green moss, with cracks spreading like spiderwebs. Above its door hung a faded symbol of a black sun surrounded by green flames, with the barely legible words: Mystery & Potential. *Umbra.*

[Asher] “The crown prince is here!” A celestial guard’s voice rang across the Virgo army, silencing the murmurs as a masked figure strode forward. The emblem of the Solvaris pack was engraved into his golden chest armor, adorned with the complete nine stars of the Swan constellation. The celestials were notoriously selective about who could bear the full constellation. Undoubtedly, this was him — Caelum’s son. Usually, nature announced the arrival of the immortals by adjusting itself to accommodate our auras. So, even though the mouse prince chose stealth — suppressing his aura, minimizing his presence — he couldn’t stop the shift in the elements of nature around him.

The deep oak banister was polished to a shine, the end of it carved into an intricate bear's head. Saffron followed the unfriendly woman up the twisting staircase and stared up at the large, silken banners that hung from the ceiling. On them, they bore the Arkadios crest: a large brown bear standing atop a hill, a coronet rests upon its head and a heraldic rose is crossed with a sword underneath it. Saffron found it garish and uncomfortable. She averted her eyes and was surprised to see that they have already left the steps and instead have started down the left hallway.