Romans & histoires Targaryen Oc

A modest fortress in Gothic shape clung to the rim of a sharp drop. “This is… where we live?” I said, surprised at how lovely yet empty it looked. There it stands, the redness, Leon said, staring at the structure without shifting his stare. Home to the Targaryons’ deepest sleep, the oldest of tombs Right after touchdown on the pad near the lodge, sharp alpine wind stung my arms. Waiting below, Oliver had already arrived, leaning against a dark, armored car. Without speaking, he lifted our bags into the back, moving like clockwork, steady as ever.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

She cried out all her grief and was now ready to hold her tears and show the world her doll-like indifference. “The pleasure is all mine.” The baron stood up and placed a light peck on Arya’s hand. “Congratulations sir, your fiancee is a true beauty.” He smoothly complimented Arya. “I’m not sure but have we met before? Miss Arya, could you tell me your surname?” Mr Fredric smiled gently. For a brief moment Arya thought she won't be able to answer that question and she simply will escape this place. “I don’t have a surname sir, I’m an Omega and I was raised in the Institution.” She looked her father straight in the same green eyes she had.

“Who are they?” I glanced up at him in surprise. I was so accustomed to being known, that it had not occurred that he would not recognize my siblings. “Um. Tarragon, Rue, Caraway, and Valerian, of Queen Diandreliera and King Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn.” “Oh. Uyan Taesil,” he nodded, leaning slightly on the wooden sword. “Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn? A dragon.” “Mhm,” I watched his face from under my eyelashes.

（Third-person POV.） "Sent where?" Joric's voice trembled, but he fought to keep it steady. "To her mate's pack, of course," Marta replied, like she was talking about the weather. New mate? Joric’s mind went blank. "Who is her new mate?" He heard his own voice as if from a great distance. "The Alpha of Silvermoon," Marta said with a small laugh. "Alpha Torin. It's quite something, isn't it? For Faelan to be claimed by an Alpha that powerful."

I walked away while he was confused. “Nirvana, what girlfriend are you talking about?” This time, he managed to hold my arm before I could bolt out. “How would I know? Maybe your number eight, or is it twelve?” I shot him a death glare. “I don’t date. I don’t have a girlfriend. What does she look like?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know. Daenerys Targaryen?” “Huh.” A slight curve appeared on his lips, his eyes dancing with humor. “Tall, gray eyes, silver blonde hair, looks like a princess?”

Hans quickly walked up to Sebastian and, with great respect, whispered in his ear, "Mr. Ballard, Mr. Targery Senior is not just powerful, he's much more than that! The Targery family has been an established lineage in Steinberg for over 300 years!" He continued, "If Steinberg's mayor represents the visible authority, then Mr. Targery Senior is the ruler behind the scenes. In Steinberg, you can offend anyone, but you should never cross someone from the Targery family. Because the Targery family's status in Steinberg is like that of a royal."

Taryn “Do you know the story of how I took my father’s place when I was only five?” Taryn shook her head. “Your uncle, the usurper, had surrounded our castle and taken one of my older sisters. He had given terms to my father, Lord of Sneaf, before me. Kneel down and proclaim me the only king of Elder and I will spare your daughter’s life, he had told him.” Taront shook his head and turned to look toward the open window. “My father was forced to obey him, my older sister was Sneaf’s heir. In our family, there has always been the custom that the firstborn, man or woman, would take command of our house. My sister, Tamara, was my father’s heir, and he wanted to save her at all costs.”