Romans & histoires Daenerys Targaryen Blue Dress

' She sniffed the air to know it was definitely Alpha Ragnar that had been in her room again. Looking back to the dress she stared at it before finally picking it up to examine it thoroughly. It was a deep blue, perfect to bring out her eyes as well as blue always looked best qlwith her black hair laying on it. It had a high neckline but not to high, a low back so it would show most of it, the bottom half flowed out almost like a tutu but elegantly, it came to right above her knee.

The realization had his stomach aching as she stepped forward and slowly made her way toward them. That dress was designed to be a kill switch for rational thought. Blue as the cobalt sky and strapless, it hugged her generous breasts and narrow waist, flaring to a stop just above her knees. Amy Tarcherno, Amy Woods since she'd gone back to her maiden namehad toned legs that went on for decades. Her hair was up in a girly complicated knot of curls, exposing her regal neck as she carried white lilies. Her skin was like porcelain, and there was a lot of it exposed. Silver dangly earrings matched her shoes and reflected in the sunlight.

A knock came by the door, "Thea?" It was Bethany. I walked towards the door and felt excited to show her my dress. I wonder what she will compliment. I open tbe door and she stands in front of me wearing a beautiful midnight blue dress. She gasps. "Oh my god! You look so beautiful!" Bethany was wearing a tube dress down with dramatic mixture of colors white and dark blue to the ends of her dress, like the night sky. She looked marvelous and she wowed me with her natural make up but a touch of a striking red lipstick.

My eyes followed his movements without my permission, curiosity bubbling inside me. Then he pulled something out. A dress. My breath left me in a soft gasp. It was a blue dress—deep, rich blue, like the night sky just before dawn. The fabric looked smooth and expensive, soft enough to melt between the fingers. It wasn’t overly flashy, but it was elegant, fitted in all the right places, with delicate straps and a gentle flow that made it look unreal. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. I just stared at it, my mouth slightly open.

I stepped back into the room and packed my clothes into my bag, leaving out my best black gown. I freshened up and dressed in my best black gown. The Red Dragon had once told me black was his favourite colour when he was playing with me when I was a kid. When I stepped out, my heel clicked hard on the marble floor. All eyes turned as I descended the stairs. But I didn't look at anyone else… I had my attention on Red Dragon and him alone. “What is she doing here?” I heard my father's voice whispering to my Mom. But I didn't look. He has disowned me.

“How did I not know that?” “I don’t know. It was probably in the stuffy, boring section of my mind and you overlooked it,” I say, grinning at my mate as I watch her eyes go wide. “Oh, Yhen, it’s beautiful,” she says softly. It’s a long-sleeved, airy dress in the style of current elvish fashion. Rather than going with a ruby red color of her scales, I went with cobalt blue to match her eyes. But to honor her dragon coloring, the sides have an onyx stripe and the belted waist was made to look like dragon scales.

I whined. “I won't be late, I promise,” He said, kissing my cheeks. But then, she walked in. Lyanna… always deep in her sexy-dress era… wore a shamelessly tight crimson slip dress that clung to every sinful curve she owned, the neckline plunging so low it looked like it was threatening to break world records, while the slit on her thigh practically screamed for attention. “Can you give me a ride, Darius?” she asked seductively, completely ignoring my existence. There were numerous cars in the Alpha’s garage, so why did it have to be Darius’ personal car?

It was lighter than I expected. “I believe it’s a dress,” she replied, her smile widening. "From Alpha Rhys" I opened the bag slowly, almost afraid to believe it could be true. But there it was. I pulled out the dress, unfolding it carefully. It was stunning. “Oh my,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.” The dress was a deep, shimmering blue, with delicate lace details and a low neckline. “Thank you” I said, my voice catching. “It’s perfect.”

I was delighted to find that the meal consisted of blueberry pancakes with syrup, eggs, bacon and many other things which did not matter now that there were pancakes! It felt as if this was Ivan's way of apogizing. *** "How far away are we going?" I asked Brienne who was tying the ribbon of my dress. The dress ivory. It had little pink flowers at the bottom. It was long, ending just above my ankles. It had long lacey sleeves and v-shaped neckline. The dress exposed very little and I liked it. Somehow, I felt that I needed to make a good impression wherever we were going. "Far but not distant, "Brienne replied, putting the pendant Ivan had given me around my neck.

The crowd was mesmerised by her beauty as they gawked at her as she walked carefully to the stage. She wore a classic royal blue dress with a transparent floral design at the hem and the back of the dress that slightly exposed her back. The sassy blue shade was both traditional and Victorian-inspired, creating a perfect balance between elegance and boldness. The dress narrowed around her waist, snatching her small waist perfectly before it expanded and fell to the ground, hiding her feet.