Novel & Cerita Willem Lannister

He stood before the ancestral portraits lining the far wall, generations of Lannisters staring down at him, each face colder than the last. His father’s portrait dominated the centre. Alpha Theron Lannister. The wolf who unified the packs through blood and terror. The one who had taught Kol that mercy was weakness, that peace was just a pause between wars. Kol had once idolised that man. Now he wanted to tear the portrait down. “You damned us all, didn’t you?” he whispered to the painted face. “You buried our enemies alive and left me to face the bones.” His reflection in the glass looked older than he remembered, lines carved deep by too much guilt, too many ghosts.

THIRD PERSON'S POV Alessandro watched Carly with a smile as she walked away until she was out of sight. "Boss." Leonardo called out, bringing him back to reality. "Take this and put it safe in the vault in my office." Alessandro ordered handing the Marriage contract file to him. "Sure Boss." He said with a bow before he left. Alessandro took a seat on his favorite chair as Mr. Tyrion Lannister Luca walked in with about twelve guards. Tyrion was the only son of his father's younger brother.

She didn't know who it was but the voice showed that the person she had just bumped into was a wealthy, domineering, and power-filled man. She disengaged quickly and her face met with an extremely handsome man. His eyes were so blue, that he would be contesting with the sea. His hair was dark and wavy. His nose was pointy and beautiful. His lips were pink and full. And his body was well built, slender, and beautiful. It was Warren Lannister. She had seen him a couple of times on social media but she had never met him in real life until now. Looking at him, she felt like backing away. She wished the floor would just open and swallow her up because it was better than the intimidating aura that

"You served my father for twenty years and you have been my advisor since I took the throne. Why betray everything now." "Betray" Willem repeated. He laughed but it was not a pleasant sound. "I did not betray anything. I have been loyal to my purpose from the very beginning." "What purpose is that" I asked. "Murdering innocent people and trying to kill my wife and child." "Maintaining the natural order" Willem said. He stood up and walked closer to the bars. "I have been watching you for years Kael and waiting to see what kind of king you would become."

"Jojen, wasn't there a Wull who rode with Father during the war?" "Theo Wull." Joien was breathing hard from the climb. "Buckets, they used to call him." "That's their sigil," said Bran. "Three brown buckets on a blue field, with a border of white and grey checks. Lord Wull came to Winterfell once, to do his fealty and talk with Father, and he had the buckets on his shield. He's no true lord, though. Well, he is, but they call him just the Wull, and there's the Knott and the Norrey and the Liddle too. At Winterfell we called them lords, but their own folk don't."

"Jojen, wasn't there a Wull who rode with Father during the war?" "Theo Wull." Joien was breathing hard from the climb. "Buckets, they used to call him." "That's their sigil," said Bran. "Three brown buckets on a blue field, with a border of white and grey checks. Lord Wull came to Winterfell once, to do his fealty and talk with Father, and he had the buckets on his shield. He's no true lord, though. Well, he is, but they call him just the Wull, and there's the Knott and the Norrey and the Liddle too. At Winterfell we called them lords, but their own folk don't."

I looked at him, shuddering. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Who is that guy?” I said, referring to the raven haired one who had his hair down to his chin. “Lannister, the best vampire fighter of this Kingdom. Beside him, is Fang, the second best,” The bell dinged the minute Lannister won. Excited cheers of people who had bet chimed in and I wriggled my eye brows when Lannister connected his eyes with mine. “I see.”

But before she could do it, Lucas had already blocked her behind his back. The gust of black wind stopped right in front of us, and Vincent emerged from it. He was carrying Will in his arms. "It's him! He broke my back and it really hurts!" Will pointed at Lucas and said. Vincent put his son gently on the ground. Will was struggling to push himself up, but he failed. "It's been a long time since we last met, Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers." Vincent took up his cape and bowed slightly. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Lucas looked at him and asked bluntly. "I don't remember seeing your fucking face before.

I was sitting in the dark, eating chocolate, and waiting for the monster to come home from his war. The blue light of the massive screen flickered against the red LED strips of the room, creating a violet haze that matched the bruising in my soul. It was mid-afternoon, and I was spiraling. Jamie Lannister was a monster for what he did to Bran, and Ned Stark—god, Ned was a fool. Why didn't he stay in the cold safety of Winterfell? Why did everyone good have to die while the vultures like Joffrey and Sansa’s delusions thrived?

"But I want a succession that's clean. That hasn't been built on violations everyone pretended weren't happening." "Then you need Caspian to know." "I need the anchor to know," he said. "Because the anchor is the only person on this island with the legal standing to compel an accounting. So then, not me, I've a compromised interest. Not Seren, she serves the bloodline. Not the human students, who have no legal foothold." He looked at her steadily. "You. When you complete the year. Permanently embedded in the succession record. Selveth. "