Aemond Targaryen Outfit Novels & Stories

Sadly, the only position available was as a humble valet and he was desperate enough to take it. He came into view a few seconds later and produce a white linen shirt, midnight blue velvet tunic that had the crowned owl of Myknos embroidered around the hem and neck line then some breeches an his leather boot. He added a black leather belt with a heavy silver buckle and fastened a blue and white cloak with a silverowl brooch on the side. He attached his sword, still in its scabbard, to his belt on one side and added a dagger inside his boot. "Where are we going?" Hayden asked.

A few tears of joy had already fallen down my cheeks and forced Amanda to fix her creation before we left the chamber. Ten minutes later, I passed the threshold of the coronation room. Ash waited there for me. He wore a black tuxedo with a white shirt and black tie. His broad shoulders were covered by a cape similar to the one I had, but unlike mine, the feathers on his cape were raven black. He turned to face me, and his eyes burned. "You're the most perfect Queen the Dark Realm could hope for," he whispered, taking my hand in his.

Remembering I couldn’t even strangle him earlier, I controlled myself. He was now dressed in an intricate gold thread embroidered black vest with a red lolita style frock coat. He had black breeches and leather boots that shone like diamond even though they were black. He had proper white gloves on and a golden chain harness adoring his royally daunting look. Up close, he didn’t look bad at all. Above all, his blue eyes made it difficult for a person to not awe him. But for me, they were the eyes of a devil.

It still hurt if he was being honest, Afterall, who would like their only sibling to turn their back on them but he would never admit that to her or anyone. Seeking to dismiss the thought of Adelia, he turned to look at Calix and a smile tugged at his lips. Calix, being present, meant that he had not changed his mind about this. Calix was sitting at the left side of the throne with the deltas and he was gracefully dressed in a black tunic. Everyone was dressed in their finest but none of their clothing could be compared to Jared's. He was dressed in a white tunic which had three golden buttons and he paired it with white breeches. A black overcoat with golden threads weaved throughout its ne

He turned toward the iron locker shattered in the corner—the armory storage for the dungeon guards. With a brutal kick, he took the door completely off its hinges, reaching inside to pull out fresh gear. He tossed a heavy, dark combat tunic and structured leather riding trousers toward me. They weren't an Omega's rags. They were thick, reinforced garments lined with flexible steel mesh, designed for high-ranking warriors of the Bloodmoon elite.

I looked at Damon, whose strength felt like a shield I could finally rely on. "Give me something to wear that doesn't look like a servant’s tunic," I said, standing up. Damon’s lips curled into a savage grin. "Now you’re talking like a Queen." An hour later, I stood on the battlements of the Black Crag. I was dressed in leathers and a heavy white wolf-fur cloak that felt like armor. Beside me stood the Four Kings. Damon, the beast. Nathaniel, the mind. Félix, the heart. Vincent, the shadow.

It's a new day and we have to go to the dining area. I knew Belinay was right and dragged myself to the shower from the bed. I got dressed and headed to the dining hall, hoping to find some food and peace. As soon as I entered, I saw Alpha Tyrion. He was sitting at the the table, looking like a king. He wore a black suit that hugged his muscular body. His dark hair was slicked back, his sharp eyes were piercing, his jaw was sharp. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and the most dangerous too.

“We’ll be out in a second, I promise.” I stared at him, drinking in his appearance. He was dressed in the formal regalia of his country, a lime-green, robe-like gown with hand-embroidered designs, and it looked surprisingly hot on him. His curly hair was also straight, and although I knew where his tattoo was, there was no hint of it. Not that his outfit showed any skin. “We don't have long,” Ryden said with a grimace. “But this was the best I could do.”

Dominic stood perfectly still near the high balcony drapes, his massive frame resembling a statue of solid granite under the dim morning light. Dominic was already prepared, wearing his full royal attire, the heavy, obsidian-trimmed military trench coat that bore the silver crest of the true Alpha line. Rhea helped him to adjust his coat, her small, gentle hands contrasting sharply against the rigid, armored fabric of his shoulders. She smoothed down the lapels, ensuring the heavy silver chain across his chest was perfectly aligned, before resting her palms against his broad chest.