Daenerys Targaryen Blue Dress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just the thought of Damon dying sent me over the edge of tears and disappear, I couldn’t help but think he had ended his life rather than live with that pain. “My dear! You look stunning!” Alpha Darren’s voice broke my thoughts as I twirled in front of him, my dress a flowing masterpiece. Designed to replicate my mother’s own dress she had worn back in the day. The sleeves were long and hung over my hands, the back had black ribbon crossing up to the mid of my back but flowing over my hips showing off my hourglass frame. It was a mix of black trimming and an icy blue tint to it to match my eyes.

I was only an afternoon's amusement, a horse girl with a curious pe Rhaegal hissed and dug sharp black claws into her bare shoulder as Dany stretched out a hand for the wine. Wincing, she shifted him to her other shoulder, where he could claw her gown instead of her skin. She was garbed after the Qartheen fashion. Xaro had warned her that the Enthroned would never listen to a Dothraki, so she had taken care to go before them in flowing green samite with one breast bared, silvered sandals on her feet, with a belt of black-and-white pearls about her waist. For all the help they offered, I could have gone naked. Perhaps I should have. She drank de

Avalyn 3 months later. "You look ravishingly beautiful, Moya Lyubov." Nik leaned against a column and looked at me through the mirror in front of us. I had worn an ivory-coloured gown with intricate golden patterns on the top bodice that hugged my figure. The bottom part of the dress puffed out a little, ending in a long trail to give it more of a princess-y look. The dress was beautiful and so was the perfectly done hair and makeup. Tessa helped me put on a red mantle with delicate white-and-gold handwork that went amazingly with my dress.

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”

And since Blue didn’t have much to do, she decided to go out and play with the little demons in the meantime. It was noon when Blue returned with bright smiles. She had almost forgotten about the dresses when she found them folded neatly on the center table in the living room. The dress were made of cool silk. It was so soft when she touched it and it smelled sweet. “You should try one!” Blue turn around and saw Lady Amore at the tailoring room’s doorway. The lady’s mouth were curved into a proud happy smile. “It looked like it was made for a princess,” Blue stated, “I can’t afford such silk and lovely shades of blue.” She knows she picked them but she didn’t know it would turn out this beau

Liz really looked like an angel. Gigi wanted to gasp, she looked beautiful. Her hair was still orange, her smile was still the sweetest ever, her laugh was still Gigi's comfort sound and her legs were still long and Gigi just had to bite her lip to control herself from crying. Liz was wearing a blue floral dress and had two braids on her hair. Gigi felt the need to run and hug her but she controlled herself

In Visenya’s lavishly decorated chambers, anticipation lingered like a whispered secret as she readied herself for the grand royal banquet. Before an ornate gilded mirror, her gaze alighted upon the reflection in the resplendent burgundy gown that adorned her figure. The deep, rich hue seamlessly melded with her olive skin, enhancing the natural radiance that seemed to emanate from her. The dress, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, clung to Visenya’s form with exquisite precision. The bodice, an intricate dance of golden-threaded embroidery, played with the soft lighting of the room in patterns that seemed to breathe life into the fabric.

ARYA POV After taking a shower and walking into the room Arya went to check on Olivia and saw she was still asleep in the crib that was brought to her room. Turning around she noticed a dress bag and a pair of silver heels on the bed. She unzipped the bag to a royal blue dress. As she slipped it on and looked in the mirror to see the true elegance of the dress. The Royal blue color went very well with her skin tone. It was forming fitting and the spaghetti straps held nicely allowing the low V-neck to stand out. The light sparkles that coated the dress made the dress stand out even more. There was a slight slit going up the length of her dress stopping right above her left knee. She slipped

Unfortunately, as a Luna and the soon-to-be Queen, I not only needed to know how to greet my friends but also how to smile at my enemies… *** After another IV drip, I fell asleep and woke up the next morning. Tyrion was already working in his office and had Aziz bring me clothes and take me from the hospital. As soon as I walked into my chamber, I ran to the closet to find something both conservative and elegant to wear for the meeting. Finally, I went for the blue dress with a little sleeve and a shallow neckline. The dress had a thin belt at the waistline, and its skirt was long enough to cover my knees. Once I put on light makeup and embellished my feet with two-inch heels, I was ready to