Targaryen Family Tree Fire And Blood の小説・ストーリー

“She could never beat me when she was alive, and she still can't now that she's dead!” “Jaeren, I've always been the one you spoiled most—” Before she could finish, Jaeren stepped forward and clamped his hand around her throat, slamming her hard against the tree. The night wind tore through the woods. The shadows of the trees shook violently. His voice was as low as if it came from hell itself. “You pushed her into the fire.” “And then you burned away the last seven days she left for me with your own hands.” Cersei's face turned blue under his grip, and she completely broke down.

How did it fucking slip my mind that the woman I hate the most happened to be the daughter of his late Fated? I sigh, shrugging his hand off. “What do you expect me to do? She’s responsible for Myrcella’s death; her entire family and guild have murdered my own and continue to murder those close to me. Do you want me to just give up on my plans because of who her mother was?” He shakes his head. “You know that I don’t,”

This was my escape, nevertheless, the confusion widened between me and the life behind my parents. I now comprehend why Higher King Oswald saw me as someone he knew. I looked like my mother and possibly he could see her to me. Unlike Fira, her face was the combination of our parents. It was hard to distinguish which one. What happened in history? In the Higher King’s Loe Interest. It was written there that his pure love was Queen of Fire, which was King Fire’s mother. It did not mention an omega who captivated his heart. If that was the case, Higher KIng also fell in love with the low born and the history was covering it all this time.

“I have heard that once or twice, but you still aren’t, ” ​“The legends are completely true, Mom. Edemas really did get two kids to safety before the murders happened. They passed those genes down through the generations. The current royal family has been hunting and executing any child born from those heirs. That is exactly who Lyanna is,” I said, gesturing back toward the building. ​Mom went still, looking back and forth between Dad and me. “What is it you’re telling me?”

His expression sharpened, not offended, but impressed. I crossed my arms. “Then start explaining why I shouldn’t incinerate you where you stand.” He glanced at the black flame flickering along my fingers. “Because you can’t afford to waste power on allies.” “Allies?” I scoffed. “You’re Sariyah’s brother.” “And her opposite,” he corrected. “She ruled through shadow. I was meant to rule through fire.” I stilled. “She stole what was never hers,” he continued. “The throne. The war. And you, unintentionally, you became the convergence she was never able to achieve.”

I said, feeling the exhaustion of the Roar pulling at my marrow. "Then we do it together," Eryx said, standing up and reaching for his broadsword. The crimson fire erupted from the steel once more, fueled by the child’s proximity. "The Blood of the North and the Fire of the South. We are the forge, Darlene." We stood at the center of the lake bed—the mother, the father, and the King-Born child. We formed a circle of light as Jackson’s shadow-hand descended toward us, a mountain of obsidian death.

The temperature in the room plummeted several degrees, and a sudden gust of wind extinguished several candles, plunging a section of the room into darkness. Lord Malachi raised a calming hand, his authority silencing the brewing conflict. "Enough. We are not here to bicker over floral arrangements or perceived slights to our venerable ages. The issue at hand is far more pressing. The blood king has returned, and his presence threatens to unravel everything we have built."

The ancient name of the Omni Draco family—Tharros Azrok, the House of Courage and Flame—had not been spoken over an heir in centuries. “Caelum, for the sky unending. For the freedom I never had, and the strength he will always carry.” The elder raised his staff. “Caelum Tharros Azrok, Prince of Flame and Heir of Fireblood.” Caelum let out a soft grunt—as if claiming the title himself. Then, Drakonios stepped forward with their daughter. His voice was low, but thick with emotion. “She arrived quietly. But her gaze… it broke me open,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. “She looked at me as if she saw past every scar, every sin—and still smiled.”

And I would not put up with his shit this time around. We had shared women before, fuck we had shared men before, neither of us caring. We may be siblings, but sex was sex! If it was good for the Egyptians, the Greeks, fuck, it was good for the Targaryen's! And it's not like they didn't thrive; the bastards had dragons.

Lucifron was the son of the King's General, and next in line to command the royal troops. He was stoic and devoid of emotions. He used his days to train and become even stronger than his father, and he occupied his free time in the company of his only friends, with whom he managed to open his soul. Hanna with her fire dragon, Argenta. Nymphe with her elemental water dragon, Hydra. Dalkor and Valdar, the only fated fireheart couple between them, with their elemental fire dragons, Reese and Kai.