Daenerys Targaryen Blue Dress Novels & Stories

I needed to drink some water. I walked to the kitchen and took a glass and poured some water from the jug in it. It quenched my thirst almost instantly. I happily went back to the living room where I found Faryah majestically walk down the stairs. I stared at how beautiful she looked in the dress. It was a royal blue flay dress with a some shiny patterns and an average length train. There were some ruffles from her stomach that had a lighter shade of royal blue and they stopped a little above the knee. The flay and full part of the dress were decorated with flowers and glitter. She looked so pretty. Her sleeves were long and her white scarf was styled perfectly. Her scarf had a shiny silver

Not even the best restaurant back at Castings matches up to this one right here. "You're beautiful..." Charles says for the millionth time this night and I just smile at him. The dress I'm wearing is the gift I got from my dad. A red gown that hugs my skin and curves perfectly. It's also the same bright red color as my hair. And the shoes I'm wearing are light brown heels from my mom, the shoes match my eyes perfectly. I tied my hair up in a high pony tail and applied only mascara and lip gloss. Never really been a fan of heavy make up.

It could just be an ordinary dinner in the house. She was just about to settle for a casual dress when Gendry's face appeared in her mind. He was intent on mocking her with his snide remarks. Scowling, she pulled out a sleek emerald-green dress that hugged her curves and paired it with gold heels. The dress was one of her designs, a custom piece from TT Fashion’s latest line, and it was stunning despite being so simple. If she was going to face Gendry again, she was going to do it looking flawless.

The stained glass of the St. Aubrey cathedral flooded the entire interior and pew in bright red and golden light giving space an ethereal feel. Everyone was silent as they waited listened in anticipation to the priest officiate the marriage. Rosana Marcello stood quietly before the altar, a picture of poised perfection. Her wedding dress fanned out around her from the waist down. Her fingers gripped the bouquets with perfectly still hands but deep within her, she was trembling, trying really hard to calm her nerves. She was quite sure the pounding of her heart was almost as loud as the cathedral bells though thankfully no one seem to be paying her any attention.

Today, the storm would finally break. I slipped out of bed, my movements slow and careful, not wanting to wake him. I went to the closet and looked at the dress I had chosen. It was not a dress for a date or a party. It was armor. A simple, beautifully tailored sheath dress in a deep, powerful shade of burgundy. It was elegant, understated, and regal. It was the dress of a queen, and today, more than ever, I needed to feel like one.

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

~TYLA~ I stared at my reflection, looking at a totally different person right in front of me. Vivian stepped back. Her face glowed with pride as she gently adjusted the shoulder of my dress. "See? I told you," Vivian squealed, clasping her hands together. “You look so stunning, Tyla. You finally look like your old self again, but even more beautiful.” I touched my neck slightly. The dress was an armless and sleeveless midnight-blue silk gown that draped flawlessly down to my feet.

“When you marry my brother and move here we can do this all the time.” I smile to myself, liking the thought of marrying Aspen. I come here often and consider it my second home so I wouldn’t mind living here permanently. Once our spa day is over, Ada hands me a beautiful baby blue dress with specks of silver throughout it. It is a long flowing maxi dress with a silver belt with lotus flower design cut into it. The sleeveless dress has the same pattern at the shoulder that connects the front of the dress to the back with a pretty sheer train leading down the shoulders. It seems very similar to the dress that girl in Game of Thrones wore. “Ada, is this the dress from that human tv show Game of

I knew that she was my mate and I would do anything to protect her. As I watched Liagetting ready for the celebration, my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the stunning dress she was wearing. It was a beautiful, flowing gown made of a soft and shimmering fabric that seemed to catch the light in just the right way. The dress was a deep shade of blue, a color that perfectly complemented her dark hair and bright blue eyes.

Taryn took a deep breath, smoothing with her hand the skirt of the fine dress she had decided to wear: a gift from Taront. A soft dress that left her shoulders uncovered; the corset was semi-transparent and allowed a glimpse of the pale skin of his abdomen and part of his hips; the blue cloth of the upper part descended softly to the thighs in orange shades; the sleeves were attached to the fabric under the armpits and the transparent fabric fell soft on the skin to the ground and was the same color as the dress; The blue top, slowly descending, became a vivid orange, similar to the color of fire. She had a large neckline that left her upper chest and collarbones uncovered as well as leaving