Was King Viserys Poisoned Novels & Stories

She had found a gold gown, something that screamed for the crown she thought she was about to inherit. She looked at me, then at Iris, her eyes burning with a localized insanity. "You think you've won?" Venus laughed, the sound high and brittle. "Darius is poisoned. The drug is already shutting down his heart. He’ll be dead before the sun rises, and I’ll be the only one left to sign the papers." I felt the sudden, sharp skip in my chest. The drug. Venus’s smile widened. "Did you really think I’d give you the slow version? I gave you the lethal dose, Alpha. I just wanted you to live long enough to see the end."

Still wondering what the issue was, King Salvador cleared his throat and at once she paid obeisance. “Is she the one?” He asked the maid who nodded her head vigorously. Immediately, there was a loud murmur which erupted from amongst the elders as King Salvador glared at Mira who wore a confused look, oblivious of what was happening at the moment. With the help of the King’s special assistants, they were able to trace the poisoning to the maid when they saw the potion in her possession. “She was the one who gave me the potion.” The maid cried, hitting her chest as her life flashed in front of her.

The sound of clinking crystal echoed like distant gunfire. It happened fast. The toast had barely ended when a man at the far end of the table, Don Carvelli, the same relic who had once mocked Bianca in Milan, staggered, clutching his throat. His wineglass fell, shattering crimson across the marble. Gasps. Chaos. He convulsed once, twice, and then went still eyes wide open, mouth foaming with what looked like blood and ash. The room erupted. “She poisoned him!” someone shouted. “The queen poisoned him!”

I pushed the doors and a questionable silence broke as all eyes went on me before I walked confidently to my husband's side. I placed a chaste kiss on his cheeks before I sat down at the round table with members of the council as well. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted..." Father paused as his eyes went towards me while I glared at him. "The king was poisoned by a suspicious woman who fled his corners before he was found. The problem is no one knows where she has gone." "Do you have any idea who she is?" Adriana asked as Lord Baron's, a member of the council nodded.

"I haven't done anything, Thorne. Perhaps it’s just the weight of your crown finally becoming too much to bear. Or perhaps the mountain is finally rejecting its parasite." Thorne opened his mouth to call the guards, but the Belladonna was already working. The paralyzer was hitting his vocal cords, freezing the muscle. A wet, choking sound escaped him instead of a command. He slumped back into his chair, his eyes wide and panicked, looking like a cornered animal. "Guards!" Silas scrambled up, finally realizing something was wrong as he saw the King’s eyes roll back. "The King! He’s ill! He’s been poisoned!"

the two guards who were standing in the room answered obediently and did as she was told. The butler and advisor struggled and begged Aurora for mercy as the guards grabbed their arms. Aurora ignored their pleas. Love and anger had blinded her eyes from the truth. The butler and advisor saw Darius smiling evilly at them before the guard took them out of the room. Darius' eyes told them they were right. It was he who had poisoned their king. He got the poison from a toxicologist who worked for his father. The poison has no smell, has no taste and will disappear in the body when the person who drinks it dies. Darius' evil heart then whispered something to him. "Take the throne... Be a king ...

“That could be you bringing him to his knees. Watching him choke on his own blood.” “Shut up,” I hissed. The chamber erupted. “He’s been poisoned!” someone shouted. “Get the healer!” another cried. I sat chained to the throne and prayed to every god that Vael never woke. They dragged him away. Blood smeared the stones in his wake. Elias came to me, his hair bound tight in braids, his shadow long over my body. He seized my chain, yanking my head up so hard my neck ached. His eyes were knives as they glared down at me.

The specific devastation of someone who had made a choice and was only now understanding its consequences. “Yes,” Daemon said. “When?” “I was nineteen. He was planning to have you executed. He’d found letters. He knew what you were to me, what I was to you, and he was going to make an example of you in the square.” Daemon sat on the edge of a narrow cot because standing was no longer possible. “So I poisoned him. Over three months. Made it look like illness. And when he died, I became king, and no one could touch you because I was untouchable.”

Stepping out, Valoreth controlled his breathing and marched off to find someone. Sahrak was feeding his fish when his door burst open. "If you're here to ask me to open the king’s coffin, I’m sorry, but I’m not taking that chance, Lord Valoreth." Valoreth grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "What are you hiding?" Sahrak frowned. "What?" "Let me get this straight. The king took the poison." "Correct. He kissed his mate’s poison-coated lips." "And while he was in a death sleep, you stabbed his fucking heart and he died."

"Then do just that. Wager your life on his words to prove to me that his claims hold water." It took a while but Lytio finally nodded, drowning the content of the cup in one gulp. The whole room watched him with alert and time ticked away, yet nothing had happened. The King sat back in his seat, ready to pass a judgement that would certainly make Lytio meet his dragon, but the boy had suddenly fallen back, convulsing, blood rushing from his nose, mouth and ears. Poisoned.