Targaryen Emblem 소설 & 이야기

He reached his hand, one that had the blood of many innocents blemishing it, to touch me but I stepped back and he laughed, his laughter more gruesome than the combined wails of the dungeons. Then he dropped his bow in my hand, a very heavy one that was responsible for ending my parent’s life, and continued walking. The bow had the golden emblem of a crown on it, the same crown he wore. I had seen this emblem on many of the maids’ attires, the walls of the castle, the uniforms of his Sigmas, and even on some doors of the castle.

Satisfied with the response, Harrison raised his voice again, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face. "Do you know what the name 'Targary' means within The Blue Blood Pack?"

This occasion is no different. Her gowns are always largely green. This is a expectation because Harvest Moon pack has a green leaf in the coat of arms and the alpha sigil is the Harvest moon coupled with a fertility symbol. Green means fertility, so it is the best representation of the house other than the orange of the harvest moon. Tonight is no different, her dress is a deep forest green velvet.

“Toufen, send this emblem to my father. Make sure he will get this by tomorrow,” Jennifer took out a symbol from her chest. It was red and had engraved the name of the Northern kingdom. Also, it’s not just a simple emblem, it can record voices. “Finally, you are going to suggest to your father that you want to marry me,” Toufen said, licking his lips. He walked to a corroded wooden cabinet and poured rum for himself. “Huh,” a chuckled left and continued again, “Dream big is not bad, it will be good for your health only if it is just been a dream, but if you try to make it a reality, it can kill you.”

This ceremony included several ancient things that she didn't have knowledge about. The big frame which was showing the picture of two long tails of demonic Dragons; the Symbol of Royal authority. Without this, no Royals could assume their title in the Kingdom. Daniel found Maria's eyes were on the symbols of their kingdom. "This is the sign of our kingdom 'VitraVand'. Two demonic dragons represent Fire, Strength, wisdom, love, and bond of hearts", Daniel explained Maria nodded but her eyes were on the picture of dragons who represented a heart symbol. .. .. ..

She's so badass! I just shook my head, smiling. Then I frowned as my eyes shifted on her watch again. "Hey, is that the Earl insignia?" I asked as I pointed at the symbol on the center of the watch. It was a scepter inside a golden circle. "You bought it from the Earl?" Mad frowned and seemed taken aback. "No, someone gave it to me a long time ago. Wait, you know this insignia?" I nodded. "Of course, it's one of the insignia imprinted on the AID emblem, the exclusive sorority for the House of Maidens."

She bowed in courtesy, then returned her attention to the book she is now holding. The news was spread out to the Kingdom later on that day, announcing the engagement of one of the most powerful family in Enchantia. And soon enough it reached the hearing of a certain pair of long ears. "May is on the move." Jim smirked. "I wonder if she chose the right people to meddle with." He then flip a shiny object in his hand, revealing an emblem made of silver with dual swords hidden behind a shield that have a crown engraved in its smooth surface. It is well-known symbol throughout the kingdom and an evidence that will pull them closer to their culprit.

Then, one of his hands seemingly casually rested on my shoulder, using an irresistible tone, he said, "Open it, Delia." I looked at the box in his palm. It was a small box that didn't seem to be able to hold much. My fingers moved slightly, and the black box opened, revealing an exquisite silver oval-shaped emblem in front of my eyes. It was pure white in color, like a fallen star in the darkness. On the emblem, the declaration of the werewolf royal family—Responsibility, Honor, and Loyalty—was delicately engraved in gold. On the back was a raised image of a wolf's head. Tiny yellow gems were set in the eyes of the wolf, representing the noble bloodline of the werewolf king.

Ours. I nodded once, shoulders squaring beneath my emerald-trimmed uniform jacket. The first raven landed on the stone balustrade beside us with a harsh, piercing cry—*krraaak!*—talons scraping granite loud enough to echo off the ivy-covered arches. Its beady eyes fixed on me, unblinking, as if it carried not just a message but the weight of my bloodline’s expectations. The leather-wrapped leg bore my family’s sigil—the Vale crest stamped in dark red wax, the stag rampant amid jagged mountain peaks stark against the deepening night. The parchment tied there was thick, formal, the edges crisp as if cut with a blade, sealed with a drop of blood that still gleamed wet.

Her heart was pounding with curiosity. The approaching team of horses were magnificent, with a powerful and sturdy look. They pulled with them a carriage of equal status on which hung a flag. The flag was engraved with an emblem like Gwen had never seen before – a crowned pigeon on a green patch of grass, encircled by a gold band. It must be the Coat of Arm of Sorway, she thought, smiling. Their entrance was an elaborate show. They must be a powerful family, she thought.