Targaryen Emblem Novels & Stories

Queen Mariam asked when she noticed Darina halting on her way. Darina catches up with her to deliver her purpose. She relayed the king’s instruction. “His Highness tells that you must give him peace, Queen Mariam. About a secret, I suppose.” “I know… and it has something to do with you," Darina cannot deny that possible conclusions are running in her mind. All of her thoughts unified through the cloth brought by Queen Mariam from her satchel. It has an emblem in resemblance to a tiger. The same symbol she noticed on the flags of Gustus Empire.

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.

The soldiers of Sloria line up in front of the castle. Every one of them is wearing white armor which are the same color as the snow while their armbands have Dmtri’s emblem on them. The emblem is a silver wolf standing on hind legs holding a pair of blue roses. Each soldier is holding a weapon and a strong armor made of iron and steel.

“Riders! On the king’s road. Maybe… twenty? With a cart. They carry the royal banner. And a smaller banner… with the Rennar wolf and moon.” The square fell silent. The wolf’s head howling against a crescent moon was the symbol of House Rennar. The Wolfhunter’s banner. Kael’s banner. Elira’s breath stopped. Thane was at her side in an instant, his hand on her arm. Lyra stepped forward. “How far?” “A day away. Maybe less. They are moving steady, not fast.”

“You are a Direwolf now, Thalia.” A feast in my honor? I didn’t care much for celebration. All I’d ever wanted was to survive… then to belong… and now, to master the fire inside me. But as I sat up and looked at the cloak she had dropped on the bed, my breath caught. It was a robe of deepest crimson, threaded with gold embers. The firemark of our kind. A symbol not only of power but of identity. My fingers ran over the material, warm and soft like woven flames.

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.