Was Viserys A Good King Novels & Stories

Or perhaps the thing that was waking beneath the palace had made the decision for whoever was controlling the wards. And there he was. My father. Malachai Veyr. King of the Ironclaw. Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. His silver hair was pulled back from his face in a severe line that emphasized the sharp angles of his features. His eyes were cold the kind of cold that came from never allowing yourself to feel anything but contempt for the world around you. He sat on what should have been my throne, his fingers steepled together in an attitude of perfect repose, like a predator resting between meals.

Once he stood up, everyone else turned silent. "I think that Mr. Greco, Mr. Reis, and Mr. Bergeron have forgotten about the fact that almost every King struggled with the constant attacks of his enemies. Those who didn't struggle were erased from the history of rulers. Do you want to know why?" He looked around the room, making sure that everyone's eyes were on him. "Because they didn't live long enough to earn anyone's respect. Alpha King Tyrion has already faced a few serious attacks on his own territory, but he still lives, and his pack survived. If any of you faced similar difficulties and dealt with them any better, do share with us details of your exquisite achievement."

Saeris gripped the railing of their loft, stunned. “Y-your Majesty!” Hareth wailed, face mottled with disbelief and fear, like he had only just realized his king was in court. “You can’t—I’m a noble! A veteran lord—!” But Vaelen stood over him now, blade already lowered, red dripping from its tip. “You think your medals matter? Your name? That stories of your old victories excuse what you’ve done?” The blade angled lazily now, already handed back to the guard without anyone noticing. And when Vaelen spoke again, the very air seemed to still. “It’s not your bloodline that matters now. Not your gods. Not your past achievement. Not the crown my father bestowed on you.” A pause. “It’s m

But here in Wysteria, I don't think it's acceptable. I sighed. "Maybe you're just misunderstanding your feelings, Your Majesty? Maybe it's just pity or happiness?" "I know what mercy and happiness are, Ales. I know what I feel," he answered me. His face is tired and tired. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I can't help you. But I can tell you this—no matter what you are, Your Majesty, you're still the king of Valeria. You're still King Elijah Rafael El Valeria, the brave who is the king of Valeria. Forgive me if I can't help you in your situation," I said goodbye to him and he stared at me darkly until I turned away.

For Valerie’s sake, and the good of my pack, I will continue to maintain civil dealings with Vesper. In the past year the legitimacy of King Aiden’s rule has been receiving more and more scrutiny. It’s the right time to act, but that doesn’t mean we can be careless. He’s a fearsome fighter and while there may be discontent among the packs about the line of succession, his own people are fiercely loyal to him and his army is strong.

"You were not some confused or misguided person making mistakes. You were just playing your twisted games with me, manipulating me and using me for your own purposes. If it had not been for the help of Tharros who saw through your lies and deception, I would never have known that you were actively planning my downfall and trying to destroy me by giving me the whisperleaf everyday." "No, Nyxoria, please, it was not like that at all," King Vyr said desperately, shaking his head. "I only did what I did because I wanted the throne for myself. I was greedy and ambitious. But if I had truly wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago when I had many chances. Should not that count for

How could they be thinking of getting me mated when they all knew I loved the woman they were about to execute? Where was the heart of my subjects? “Do they look like they care about you? They have all been brainwashed and believe me, it’s time to be a less democratic and considerate King.” Jay etched. “Be strict, Kovan. Please. For Amanisa’s sake.” Noted, Jay. Being an emotional King hasn't been really helpful anyways and all these problems started with my decision to create an alliance with Violet and her family— I supposed. “So I am to mate during the chaos?”