Was Viserys A Good King Novels & Stories

No matter how much Mariah longs for a mate, she would have never forgiven Alaric for killing him. “Your Majesties, it was an intense fight, just as it was entertaining,” Vasilios said, calling everyone’s attention. “I spent the whole time watching on tenterhooks, wondering what shall come next. Although I must say I knew my King would emerge victorious. But the wolf King sure surprised me with his strength. Indeed, he is worthy of being called the wolf king.” “Yes, yes, indeed,” Helios agreed, and the rest of the lords started giving out their own words of praise.

“Do you see how bloody injured you are? You won’t even last a second, brother. Now keep your mouth shut. I know what I’m doing.” Raeherys frowned. The dragons stared at him as he stepped back. He felt like a fool now. They must be thinking of how weak and useless he was. He would never be worthy of being a king. Besides, his brother was right. Raeherys couldn’t lead these men because he’s not capable of deciding on his own, unlike he’s brother who had the image of a leader and a strong king. “He never learns,” Fetyr said with just enough volume for the two of them to hear.

“My friend Selya. She is young and strong and has childbearing hips.” Perci fought his smile. “You would have the head of anyone who described you as such.” Serywithe waved his comment aside and continued. “She is noble, her father is loyal and the king trusts him.” He turned away from the window and patted her arm. “The king has made his choice. Trust may not be what he seeks.” “Then he is a fool.” His smile widened. He walked to her door. “Save your tongue, sister. You may need it.”

A sardonic smile curves my lips as my gaze meets his. "I've never been so happy to see you, Ervis" I say and he grins foolishly. "You must be in a good mood considering the fact that you've not been well, my king. Lord Valdrin told me you wanted to see me urgently and so, here am I" "Ervis, I was wondering if you could tell me why the wards that you claimed to strengthen is still weak" I say and he swallows hard. "M-my king, I didn't know-"

“I am not drunk, but I wish I was because I cannot stand even to look at you with sober eyes! You lied to me. Xavier was never worthy of the throne. He cussed, acted out as he liked and dragged the Ainsworth name through the mud, yet he became king and, even after many times of being proven as unworthy, you kept him on the throne. You turn a blind eye to all his atrocities and failures, all because he’s your son. And me, you let him banish from the capital!” Robb rose to his feet, but he didn’t move from there. “Every decision I’ve made, I’ve made with much thought and counsel. Xavier needed much guidance to become the king of the kingdom and with the right support and counsel, he has become

And so she did, though the weight of it made her neck ache. Yet even crowned, I am a beggar still, Dany thought. I have become the most splendid beggar in the world, but a beggar all the same. She hated it, as her brother must have. All those years of running from city to city one step ahead of the Usurper's knives, pleading for help from archons and princes and magisters, buying our food with flattery. He must have known how they mocked him. Small wonder he turned so angry and bitter. In the end it had driven him mad. It will do the same to me if I let it. Part of her would have liked nothing more than to lead her people back to Vaes Tolorro, and make the dead city bloom. No, that is defeat

If one of these kings lost their son because he tried to claim a dragon and failed . Mere: Prince Keryth with a large number of elves, possibly half of King Ilvisar’s troupe. Ilvisar is one of the Kings who has been very vocal about elves being allowed to claim dragons any way they see fit. I guess if you’re going to go against the laws that were set centuries ago on how to claim a dragon, then the dragons aren’t going to abide by them either. Since it was Rhys and Enki, I’m not surprised that Tana and Avani are involved. Their sons might be fully grown dragons, but they are in no way ready to be claimed. They are hybrids, just like Kenna.

He, too, was mateless. And finally, King Vaelric of Valtheira, a realm of endless forests, rolling mosslands, and rivers as green as cut emerald. His shoulders were broad, his stance lazy but deliberate, the kind of man who looked like he could pluck a tree from the ground just to see if he could. His beard was dark and full, streaked with gold, his eyes were a warm, deceptive hazel. He'd ruled for just over a decade, beloved by his people for his generosity, feared by his court for his temper. His flaw was indulgence, he loved the pleasures of life too much, and the whispers said his throne room smelled more of wine than pine. His mate, Queen Miraya, walked with the kind of slow grace that

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

She did not yet understand that every step she took lit a trail only I could see. “Run,” I thought, not unkindly. It will make the reunion sweeter. A presence stirred at the edge of my awareness now; another power, sharp and controlled, cutting through villages and ruins with intent rather than instinct. Not Ava. Something else. I smiled wider. “So,” I murmured to the wasteland, “the west sharpens its knives.” Revna. The King’s discarded blood. Cold, clever, and ambitious in a way that had nothing to do with prophecy and everything to do with hunger. I had felt her movements too— quiet disruptions in loyalty, murmurs turning into discipline.