Game Of Thrones Daenerys Handmaiden Novels & Stories

"Thank you for the meals, for the transportation, and for making this all better than I thought it would be." "And how can I not? You are my son's surrogate mother, and you have my most precious treasure in your belly. The best I can do is to make everything better for you, and so," Ayden signals to his butler, and he moves quickly opening the kitchen door to let out a young woman not much older than Arya dressed in a surgical uniform, "this is Cathy, she's a physiotherapist and professional masseuse." Arya looks at him suspiciously, the girl is pretty and with much more presence than her. She looks at her, but doesn't quite understand what he means by the girl.

She grabbed the only attachment to her clothing, a golden ring the size of a closed fist, she snapped it out, and her silver-white dress, the color matching her hair, fell to the floor with the ring making a light metallic sound that echoed through the room. Daario looked astonished, and he started to contemplate her beautiful body. Daenerys had undressed and was completely nude and began to slowly walk forward to the bed. While she walked, her hands reached for her hair and released her shining trenches, separating her hair while she was shaking her head slowly as her hair cascaded down to her breasts. Her face was relaxed, and her eyes were staring at Daario seductively. She raised her arm

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

The broken body in the center of it. A scream clawed at her throat, but all she could manage was a gasp as her hand flew to her mouth. Blood slicked the floor, soaking the lifeless form of a young woman. Her features, though bloodied and still, were unmistakable. Dorcas. Her handmaiden. "No..." Lena whispered, pain lacing each syllable like a dagger. Her knees weakened beneath her. Darius turned to her then, the grin on his face revealing bloodstained teeth.

I'm yawning every five seconds and was even happier when he said to wrap up. Some members even approach me to pay their respect. I feel Arya hug me from behind and introduce me to a girl named Denis, Denis is fierce and pretty with heavy red curls and flawless honey skin. She is a general in the western district. She extends her hand towards me and I don't miss the smirk that appears on her lips and my wolf growls lowly. 'She was one of his lovers,' My eyes are bloodshot and she notices this, making her bow. We discuss a bit with her before she goes to the king. I watch the woman interact with the higher ranking with confidence and passion, I wonder if I'll be able to stand with Leondre like

All the maids are wearing uniformed material. Immediately the car stops at the car pack. A guard opens the door for me to step aside. A young girl around Merlins’ age rushed to me with a bowed head. “My name is Annabel, and I will be your new handmaid,” she introduced herself. My eyes scanned her from the hallow of her shoes to her ponytail-packed hair. Then it found Diana. She had followed me because she wanted to be with me. She is the only loyal servant who was by my side.

I yelled, hopping into the car and zooming off. I made it to the dockyard in twenty minutes. My tires screeched to a halt in front of a warehouse. I stepped out, my shoes crunching on the pebbles as I hurried into the storehouse. Tracing the soft whimper and voices, I walked in on Tyrion and his men. “Who do we have here?” I taunted, taking off my gloves. “Welcome Aemond!” Tyrion greeted, making way for me to see a brown-haired lady, bound by her feet to the chair she sat on while he cradling tight on her son.

“But you’ve got this. You do. You remember the choreography, right?” I nodded. My throat was too tight for words. Professor Marwood didn’t wait. “Amara Dorne of House Viremont, third-blood to Councilor Elaine Dorne, and Caelin Harren of House Myrren, first-son to the Delta Wardens of southern Lirath. Step forward.” Another pair.

the older one chuckled. “Perfect. It sounds like it is exactly what I need,” I tried my best to return the smile although my head was still heavy, “Thank you!” “Your Majesty, I am Lady Alana,” the elder woman introduced herself as she handed me the cup filled with the purple liquid, “I will be your main handmaiden. And this is Lady Josephine,” she pointed towards the younger maiden as the latter curtsied. “We did not know if you had brought your own maiden but would be honored to serve you if you would have us.”