Novel & Cerita Dragon Age: Inquisition Vivienne Romance

“What are you hiding?” Vivienne’s eyes darkened. “I’m hiding the truth about Damian’s power — and the price he’s paid. You think you’re his queen now? Think again.” Before Lydia could react, Vivienne’s hand slid to her neck, fingers tracing the delicate curve as if marking her territory. “Power,” Vivienne whispered, “is a game of shadows. And every move has a consequence.” Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling, heat rising. In that moment, Lydia knew this encounter would change everything — desire, danger, and secrets all tangled in a dangerous dance.

There was also no reason to act shocked or confused at the sight of another woman in Jaime's office early in the morning. Didn't she also expect them to get married of course, Jaime isn't divorced yet, he believes she's dead. Vivian wanted to laugh when she realized the mess that had accidentally appeared just because of her. "Hello," Vivian said. After scanning the beautiful figure, she spoke. “Why are you looking at me like that?” "Who are you?" Luna shook her head. "No way. You're already dead." "What a surprise. I'm not dead." Vivian raised her head and then glanced at the empty table behind her. “You came here because of him?”

Ravenna’s POV The steam rose slowly from the small teacup, but neither of us drank. Lady Vivienne sat across from me, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the wooden table. Now, she looked like a woman carrying years of pain. "The Luna Queen does not do her own dirty work, Vexley," Vivienne whispered, her voice shaking with a bitter rage.

“The Alpha and his Luna shall exchange their vows before the eyes of the Moon Goddess and the entire pack.” Vivienne stepped forward immediately, her face glowing with excitement. She stood opposite Kael, smiling brightly. “I, Vivienne of the Nightshade Pack, accept you, Kael of the Silverfang Pack, as my chosen mate and husband. I vow to stand beside you through every battle, protect your name, honor your throne, and bear your heirs with pride,” she said all lovingly. Thunderous applause erupted across the hall. Vivienne’s eyes glistened with tears as she stared adorably at Kael, waiting for him to say his vows too.

"An alliance? Is that what they're calling it now?" He looked at me, surprised. "Are you jealous?" "No. Maybe. I don't know." I watched as Vivienne started walking toward us. "She's very beautiful." "Not as beautiful as you." Before I could respond, Vivienne reached us. "Lucian! Darling! It's been too long!" She kissed both his cheeks in greeting, her body pressing unnecessarily close to his. My wolf growled. "Vivienne. This is my mate, Hailey." Vivienne's green eyes swept over me dismissively. "Oh yes. I heard about that. How... unexpected."

The doctor became very quiet. Almost too quiet. As though he was studying my face. A long silence passed. Then I heard him whisper. "I know her." His voice carried certainty. "I know exactly who she is." My heart skipped. The woman sounded curious. "Who is she?" The doctor exhaled slowly. "Vivian Hart." Silence. Then he continued. "Vivian Hart Blackstone." The woman gasped. "Blackstone?" "Yes." The doctor leaned back slightly. "She's the wife of David Blackstone."

Both his eyes and touch bewildered me and I can't wait to meet him in the eclipse of ours that he told me. In this world where romance was the last thing that everyone wants me to experience and witness, I've never thought that a complete stranger will awaken the fire within me- a fire that was long locked because they think the word "love" will weaken the power that I hold and stop me from doing my responsibilities perfectly. "You will marry the Dark Wolves alpha." Those words from my father made me stuck in my place as if I was statued there right after I entered the palace where he was waiting for me.

said the tall brunette. "My name is Genevieve Dreight from the Beastclaw pack, and I am forever at your service, Miss," said the petite redhead. My interest peaked. Nayla had told me to get to know two people: Robyn and Genevieve. I made a mental note to meet them after the tea party. When silence stretched the air after that, I struggled for what to say next, then finally settled on, "I hope the tea's to your liking?" A collective murmur of yeses and of courses filled the patio. I shifted in my seat. "And the cakes?"

Let us help you out, Lady Eloise,“ one of the attendees spoke and the others soon started washing her hair while gently brushing her back. Vivienne closed her eyes to savor the moment. She misses the feeling of being treated like a royalty and of course, being with the late king and queen of Grilux. She often wonder why would her mother want her to find the huntsman who visibly doesn't have any intention of helping her. For days since they met, they just kept on traveling without talking. She once tried to talk about Grilux but Archer cut her off. A deep sigh escaped from Vivienne's lungs. She remember the huntsman waiting for her just outside and clearly, he isn't pleased right now because

He kissed the top of her head again. “So your wolf’s name is Shadow?” She asked, putting both of her hands on the arm that was wrapped around her shoulders. “Yeah, what’s yours?” “Silver.” “Mhmm… it suits her, tell her I’m sorry for earlier.” “I think Vivian was more hurt.” She answered with a yawn. “Who’s Vivian?” When he didn’t get an answer outside of a deep exhale he knew she was asleep, her slower breathing matched up to make him more certain. He moved just enough to kiss her neck and get a good whiff of her.