Was King Viserys Poisoned Novels & Stories

“And what about the king? He still breathes. If he discovers we are poisoning him…” “He won’t discover it,” Malachar interrupted. “The poison is slow. It acts like a natural disease. In three moons, he will be dead. Vortigern will marry the widowed princess and assume full control.” Vortigern walked over to the narrow window, gazing at the dark mountains.

The sorrow and anger on her face were clear. "It wasn't. Vampires can live up to 400 years. Four years ago, the late King Valerius was killed," she confirmed. "It was not an attack from outside, it was an internal act of betrayal. He was poisoned. The perpetrators were caught but not the mastermind. That is why Lord Alistair is so careful and why the court lives in fear. The pain of the loss is still sharp. The late King was a good man." "And the Queen?"

Lilia nodded as more tears rolled down, "Yes father, he is'' she nodded with difficulty. Her father looked like a talking corpse and she knew that she was going to lose him at any minute. King Arthur smiled in pain, his health had failed him and he could feel his body leaving him. A tear rolled down his cheek as the thought of leaving his daughter behind weakened him. With shaky hands, he placed his hand on Lilia's hand, turned to Adolphus and at once Adolphus understood his sign. He walked towards them and placed his hand on Lilia's hand. King Arthur stared at him for a while, he knew that for his daughter to pick this stranger he knew nothing about, then he must be a good man. "It is a pit

“Where natural medicine fails, you should be able to come in with the supernatural one. How could you let this happen to the King? Especially now, when we were this close to accomplishing so many things.” “My Lords, I wish I could explain what was wrong with the King and I wish I could help him as well, but I can't,” Gwyddion muttered, raising his hands when all attention turned to him. “The King’s case is a critical one because it didn't happen naturally.” “What do you mean?” Gerald asked and the room fell silent. I turned to Gwyddion to warn him with my eyes, but he didn't look at me. “The King did not die naturally, my Lords. He was poisoned, by both physical and supernatural poison,” he

I know we haven't quarreled once, nor has he bullied me for once, but this was weird. “Prince Kelvin!!” I bit my bottom lip. “Is what Tyrion guessing the truth? I didn't inhale that scent from him, yet he claimed to be the one I had a one-night stand with. The one-night-stand guy is the one that saved me in the woods and I almost caught at the restroom….but I'm not sure if he's the one providing for me since Prince Kelvin claims to be the one-night-stand guy and the one providing for me.” I exhaled a deep breath. Even though I hate Tyrion, I would take his advice this time by being cautious when it comes to Prince Kelvin.

He finishes his speech and makes a toast and so does everyone present, except me and Rose. “Have this.” She tells me and gives me a glass of orange juice. I sip from my orange juice and before I could swallow the juice I see the king collapsing on the scene. Everyone starts to scream and run to help him but most of those who did it collapse in their way to our king. I look in horror at Tristan and he starts to stumble and before I am able to catch him h, he collapses too. “Wolfsbane…we were poisoned…” What the hell is he talking about?

"What do you mean?" He sighed and got up as well. "I asked Silas to investigate the case and he confirmed this morning that the sweet was indeed poisoned. According to him, the leaves which contain the poison have gone extinct and the remaining poison is in the possession of whoever wants to sabotage my ascension to the throne. And that poison, Iris, was also found in my father's mouth the same day he died and that day, you were the only one who visited him." I ran my fingers through my hair, nearly pulling the locks off the root. My emotions ran wild and I was at a loss of how to express myself.

Kael turned his face into the pillow, sobbing quietly, whispering over and over to the small life beneath his hand: “I won’t let them take you. I won’t. I promise…” And for the first time in his reign, Theron— King of Veridia, conqueror of countless foes— looked utterly powerless. Kael’s sobs turned raw, hiccuping gasps tearing out of his chest as he clutched his belly with trembling fingers. “Please… don’t take my baby… don’t—” His voice fractured, words breaking apart like shards of glass on the stone floor. The queen mother’s hand stayed firm on his wrist, her healer’s calm warring with the anguish tightening her features. But even she could not deny the truth; the poison was spreading.

His commanders were exhausted. His kingdom was falling apart. Kael was drowning in guilt. All I had to do was give him a push and the poison would do the rest. The person who made the poison said it could not be traced. It was a mix from an old Syndicate vault and it was not meant to kill. Death would have been useless because the perfect king is not a king but a king who still wears the crown while someone else pulls the strings. The poison was meant to break Kaels' mind carefully like rot spreading through a foundation.

“Wait. I did what?” “You entered Alpha Aegis's room last night and nearly assaulted her.” "What," he whispered brokenly. Elias looked at me sheepishly. “I’m so sorry, Alpha Aegis. I don’t know what happened. Things have been… weird.” I said nothing. He took a step closer. “I must have wondered in awe of your beauty.” Still nothing. His smirk faded a little. Damian’s jaw twitched. “You’re been poisoned,” the King said flatly. Elias’s eyes widened.