Novel & Cerita Was Viserys A Good King

Grey's jaw tightened. The palace visible in the distance glittered beneath the afternoon sun. A monument to vanity. A kingdom built on appearances, ego, and selfishness. It was obvious that King Valir ruled to monopolize resources, to fatten himself and his cronies, instead of leading the people to prosper. He was not a King worthy of Grey’s respect. Yet Grey had to swallow his pride because Valir had the one thing his kingdom needed the most. Beside him, Marcus looked equally unimpressed. "Trying to blind visitors with gold seems to be their national pastime."

"Dying with his dragon was the only way Nerys would’ve chosen to leave this world. He loved to fly! He was better than me, better than any of us, but you restricted him from everything he loved. He was only your favorite because he would’ve continued your legacy—because you thought he was a reflection of you!" "You have no idea what it is to be king, Thrystan. But you will soon." His voice dropped, quieter but more dangerous. "Your life is not your own. It never was." "And what kind of life is that?" I shot back, stepping closer. "You’re king. You could make it your own, if you wanted. You had the power to choose. But you let it slip through your fingers. You let her go. I know you regret it

"A King that can no longer turn into a werewolf, and a Kingdom depended on untamed dragons. One word, and your little house of cards will all come tumbling down." "Shut up. Shut up. JuST SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT UP!" The King ravaged, screaming in the top of his lungs before he glared at Stefanos, breathing heavily. "You think this is it? That just because I no longer can turn into a measly wolf this is it for me? For my Kingdom!? YOU ARE WRONG! I HAVE VALLEYS OF DRAGONS UNDER MY THUMB! I WILL CRUSh VESILIOS!" And yet, Stefanos looked utterly bored. "You still don't get it, do you?"

“No, they don’t. Auri, you are to pass judgement on the kings of our world. That is what they wanted you to be. Could you kill a king? Absolutely. But there is more to it. There is wisdom and council and ways to help a king straying from the path. Sure, they may try and label you as a king killer. It doesn’t make you that. They aren’t puppeteering you. You’re free now.” Motioning to the room, I continued. “Look at what you have built. The love and care you pour into this place…into those kids. It’s not what they would have wanted or expected. To keep that love of supernaturals but here you are. Actually becoming the best and most apt person to help kings in the future.” “He’s right, Princess

Visaris’s head snapped toward him with a glare that could turn bones to dust. “I do not recall asking for your input, Dietrich,” he retorted coldly. “My apologies, Your Majesty. Please forgive me for speaking out of turn,” the elderly man murmured, bowing his head. A chill ran down my spine. That look. That authority. Was it fear or reverence that gripped the room? It didn’t matter. Visaris was a king, through and through. No wonder the legends called him the Wolf of the Storm. Despite everything… I didn’t think he was a bad person. He wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t heartless. I knew that somehow.

“And that is the problem we have at Alkhemi. There is way more Evil than Good.” Rome smirks. “Okay?” “You said the evilest of the Kings was King Darius. Now, King Darius is dead. The air is a little clearer now. The King who caused the people’s pain is dead. The King who made the vampires cry is dead. The Kingdom of Vrys would surely get better after such an abusive King. Watch and see as the Vampires heal and thrive forward at the absence of such King.” I move closer to him, our skin almost touching. “But you should know that you are also evil. You killed King Darius. I would call that hypocrisy if I were you. You are just as evil as Darius, Rome.”

It had been Davos who had made the journey to Lys to recruit the old rogue to Lord Stannis's cause. "You did not see the gods burn, my lord?" he asked. "The red priests have a great temple on Lys. Always they are burning this and burning that, crying out to their R'hllor. They bore me with their fires. Soon they will bore King Stannis too, it is to be hoped." He seemed utterly unconcerned that someone might overhear him, eating his grapes and dribbling the seeds out onto his lip, flicking them off with a finger. "My Bird of a Thousand Colors came in yesterday, good ser. She is not a warship, no, but a trader, and she paid a call on King's Landing. Are you sure you will not have a grape? Chil

“The King is a man of destiny and great sacrifice. He has shouldered the burden of this war alone for too long. He needs a path through the canyons. You provide that path. That is your sole value.” Rhys leaned down, his voice dropping to a harsh, low frequency that demanded attention. “However, I know that your blood carries a primal curse. I know that the Mate Bond is volatile, and I know that the shame of your rejection by Damon Vane has left you with a deep, chaotic drive for revenge. You are emotionally compromised and politically unstable.” I finally spoke, allowing the human emotion—the devastation and fear—to show on my face. “And the King, your ruler, chose me anyway. He chose the ri

"He took everything from people who were better than him, and he’s been smiling ever since while they rotted in the dirt. But the sun is going down on his empire. Tomorrow, he’s going to find out that the 'weak' have very, very long memories. And they don't stay weak forever." Rhys studied me for a long, heavy beat. For a second, I felt a pulse of genuine, uncharacteristic empathy from him—a flicker of a man who realized he was standing in the presence of a pain he couldn't comprehend. But then he shook it off, his duty as a King reasserting itself as he turned back to the map.

His expression did not change in the slightest, as if what I just said was a plain lie that he would not deign to believe. “Do you really think that I would believe you?” His low voice teeming with coldness rang in my ears as I blankly looked up at him. Varyan Ley Valerius, the third grandson of the current Valerius king, and the grand heir chosen once his father sits on the throne. I have heard countless stories about him, and about his reputation as one of the devils that you would never want to oppose in the Rogue kingdom. I have imagined his menacing and monstrous appearance, but I never thought that he would look like this.