Daenerys And Drogo Wedding Night นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Is that why you set me up to marry with Mr. Brail; drugged me and framed me for climbing on his bed, so that you can pay your huge debt?” “Really, want to know why they did that and what happened to Vanessa after you broke up?” The words said by Arya this morning occupied Eon’s mind even when attending his business. He already investigated the incident and confirmed that Bethany aka Arya willingly went into his room and seduced him.

As her baffled gaze fixed on Steven's authoritative emerging eyes, Steven dragged her upstairs, saying, "Follow me!" "Abby!" Duri tried to call her but remembered Steven's face, and the man's, who did run away with Abby on the wedding day, seemed to have the same appearance. So he swallowed back his words.

“If there is anyone here who has any reason why this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The church went silent. Not a breath, not a whisper. Then… A chair scraped against the floor. Aurelia’s head snapped up, her breath hitched as a familiar voice rang out from the back of the hall. “I do.” Her vision blurred for a second. Standing at the back of the hall, ready to say the forbidden words was no other than the man from last night. Her brother-in-law.

I kissed him back just as fiercely, tasting copper and salt and the terrifying truth that I would die for this man. “I love you,” he rasped against my lips when we broke apart, the words torn from somewhere deep and hidden. “God help me, Alexandria, I fucking love you.” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “I love you too. You beautiful, broken monster.” Drago’s laugh cut through the moment like a blade. “How touching. But time’s up.” He cocked his gun. “The girl or they both die. Starting with your precious wife.” Priya stepped closer, her own gun still aimed in our direction but wavering. “Alex, please. Come with me. We can end this. Drago promised you’d be safe. Your father and I—we can get you

The next day is chaos in the harem. Everyone is on edge and the lack of news from the battlefield creates even more tension. Tamara is constantly fighting with Sansa. Last evening, after they talked, she went to her older sister's room and threw Astrid's contraceptive tea at her. That apparently caused a whole different mess because, apparently, Sansa had feelings for James too and before the late king died, he agreed to marry them. "And no one knew?" Asks Astrid, grateful for the drama to distract herself.

TYRION. “I'm not going home with you. The driver can take you home since your parents aren't even asking for you." I retorted at Ava, who stood still staring at me. I was drunk. I did it to myself intentionally. How dare that Alpha Prince show up to claim to be Eden's lover? Were they truly dating? Ava tried to hold me, but I resisted. “Don't lay your hands on me. I have to be alone.” “We can still go back home, and you will be alone. You engaged me today and wouldn't want to spend time with me, huh?" She scratched her head and came forward again.

and took the medication. A short time later after getting down some toast, Arystyn’s room was abuzz with activity as the Lunas dressed her in her wedding attire. She looked in the mirror and was suddenly a little sad that her adoptive parents who had loved her so much would not be here to witness her union with Alex. “It's time Jannie her top Luna maid exclaimed!” Arystyn headed out of her room and saw Drake dressed to the nines waiting to escort her down the stairs. Drake and Arystyn descended the stairs arm in arm on the way to commit herself to her mate.

She said to Jacob, "Hurry up and get Mel off the stage, Jake. It's my wedding today—what will my husband and his family think of me if she keeps causing a scene like this?" Jacob hurried on stage and grabbed me, wanting to drag me away. "Haven't you disgraced yourself enough, Melinda? Do you want the whole world to know about the dirty things you've done?" I shook him off and slapped him. He owed it to me. "We've been together for seven years, Jacob. Don't you have even the slightest bit of faith in me?" He shoved me to the floor and roared, "The report makes it clear that you have syphilis! How do you expect me to believe you?"

My mother and Darius sat at the head, radiant and composed like a royal couple from a fairytale gone wrong. He looked older than her by decades, but strong and broad-shouldered, cruelly handsome. His silver eyes burned with satisfaction as the priest stepped forward, holding an ancient scroll. “We gather today,” the priest intoned, “to unite Alpha Darius of Darkmoon and Luna Siarah of Nightfang in sacred bond.” My stomach twisted. The words blurred together after that. They were asked to say their vows, and of course, they both made romantic promises to each other, promises that meant nothing. When the High Priest finally said, “You may kiss the bride,” my breath hitched.

Ilena sobbed louder as she struggled against his grip, scratching and biting. He placed his bloody palm on the wall beside his name. “I, Dreg the king of the North is wholly bound with soul and body to Ilena, the Queen of the North.” The bloody print stuck to the wall beside his name and then Dreg picks up a blade towards Ilena’s palm. “Please, please wait!” Ilena begged in terror with tears clouding her vision. “We have been wed in the ways of the Thanes, it is now time to be bound in the ways of the North and there’s no stopping that.”