Was King Viserys Poisoned Novels & Stories

“We’re still investigating the source. But the tests confirm it.” My blood ran colder. So it wasn’t a random collapse. It wasn’t a stroke. It wasn’t purely stress. It was deliberate. Someone had tried to kill the king. And that meant my instincts had been right. Inside job. Sabotage. Then Silvia said something that shifted everything again. “The poison wasn’t at once,” she explained, voice steady. “It was done gradually. Over time. It’s been messing with his health.” Ivana’s breath hitched.

I am afraid, from the sound of your symptoms, that there is already too much of the herb in your body to cure you. I’m truly sorry for being the bearer of such bad news. If need be, I will provide you with a tincture that will help to aid in your passing. A death caused by toxic ashroot will only be full of agony. -M” My eyes widen with shock after reading the letter from Marisa. There was never a curse. The Bear King poisoned the Lycan Queen on the day of the last summit, and now someone was poisoning Vivian… but who? I hear a sound come from outside the door, so I quickly place the painting back on the wall, throw the sheet over it, and shut off my flashlight just in time to see Mark stand

Loras comes out after him and Lysa throws herself at his feet. "Loras! Save my child!" She cries the sound that comes sounding nothing like that of a human. Astrid doesn't like the woman, but her heart breaks for her. Loras kneels down next to her and wraps his comforting hands around her trembling body. "He will be fine. I promise." He whispers to her over and over again, his voice breaking a bit every time. "What is wrong with the prince?" Sansa asks, approaching the medic. "My lady..." He answers hesitantly. "Our prince has been poisoned."

“No, your Majesty, I…” I had not even felt that I was hungry until now; in a way, my hunger had caught me unawares. “I haven't had a meal today either. Theo, will you let the maid outside know I would like my meal to be served?” “Your Majesty, you were poisoned recently, I will go to the kitchen…” “I was poisoned at the soiree, I have been feeling funny since I had the wine I was offered,” said Cyrus and both I and Theo looked at the king alarmed.

It felt awkward; it made me feel as if I was begging for his attention. I knew that Alpha Tyrion and he had a lot on their minds, so I decided to wait quietly without disturbing him with my presence. After a few days, I heard that they had caught the previous King's killer. It was his mistress, probably collaborating with the King's enemies. Once she admitted her crimes, Alpha Tyrion ripped her head off. When I learned about it, I became a little more grateful that I was on good terms with the new King... I was still trying to be patient, but since sitting home alone was making me go insane, I decided to spend my time of emotional suspension at Jarvis's bar.

The soldiers who were there, guarding those entering and leaving the palace, looked on. I breathed a sigh of relief when Prince Cozen turned around. It was good and he noticed me. It stopped and waited for me at the side of the gate. I kept running towards him. "What do you need, Zariya?" he greeted me when I was in front of him. I no longer wandered around. "Do you know anything about the poisoning of King Valor?" "Are you accusing me of poisoning my own Father King?" His forehead furrowed. "No. That's not what I want to convey, Prince Cozen." I waved my hand in front of him to let him know he was wrong. "I just want to know if anyone else touched or approached King Valor's drink after I le

‘I don’t know if you can see her right now, but Ivy appears to be in dreadful shape. I grit my teeth. I understand where Gamma Everly is coming from, but she doesn’t understand the circumstances, the pressure we’re under, what we have to lose. Ivy is living on stolen time right now. Temporary solutions won’t help any more–we need to remove her from the situation entirely. ‘She’s been poisoned,’ I reply bluntly. ‘Same as the king.’ At that, Gamma Everly’s eyes widen in horror. But before she gets the chance to respond, the witch suddenly slides her finger along the trigger, cocking her wrist so it’s angled towards all three of my allies.

They really served no purpose, and I hoped their deaths would finally unlock Visaris’ pity, give me direct access to his life, his weaknesses. Killing them was almost too easy. I had spent years studying poisons, learning the subtle ways to end a life without suspicion. One night, as father and I dined together, I slipped a few drops of a rare, lethal substance into father’s wine. He never suspected a thing, raising his glass to toast his beloved son, Visaris, who had annoyingly made another great achievement, oblivious to the fact that his own flesh and blood was about to end his life.

“You look stronger already.” Stronger. The word stung. I felt like glass about to shatter. “You tried to poison the king and have me framed for it.” I whispered. Her hand froze on the chair she reached for. For one second, her mask cracked—fear flashing sharp in her eyes. Then it was gone, replaced by that same trembling smile. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Von saw you.” I forced each word out, my throat raw but steady. “He found the wolfsbane. He told the king.”

“Alpha, you need to leave too.” He shook his head. “No. I will stay here in the room with you. If you need help or assistance, you have me.” “As you wish, Alpha." I sighed inwardly. I knew he would not leave, so I dragged my medicine bag and put it near the bed. I unzipped the bag, opened it and my gaze landed on the sharp knife. Then I shifted my attention to the Alpha King lying on the bed. Black and purple smoke came out of his mouth, ears and nose, a clear indication that he had been poisoned. Black magic and poison were both used to kill the tyrant King. Unfortunately, palace doctors failed to identify that critical issue.