Game Of Thrones Daenerys Handmaiden Novels & Stories

Entering the living area a little while later, they found Jaime, Ace, Kass, Marcus,Royd Grace, Lydia, and Sansa. The smell of Onyx and Tasha’s combined scents seemed to hit everyone at once, because they were all smiling—even Sansa, despite that it was fake.

Hearing all the rumors and excitement for the grand wedding around the palace felt surreal as if another girl was getting ready to marry the Duke, not Edwina. “Yes, ma’am. Duke Claiborne has assigned me to be your new handmaid. Myself and several others.” Mrs. Mercy bowed her head once again. Edwina’s vision began to swim. A handmaid? And several others? She didn’t need an entourage. What would she even use a handmaid for? Handmaids were for noblewomen who didn’t know how to use their own hands to dress themselves!

I replied, clasping his outstretched hand. “You should meet my daughter; she is eagerly anticipating your arrival,” he chuckled, leading me inside. As I stepped into his wealthy mansion, the scent intensified. Lord Remus attempted to introduce me to his daughter, but other guests swiftly interrupted our conversation. “The King in the North, a pleasure to see you here, My Lord. I am Lady Lyanna Frey of the Lotus pack,” she offered her hand, and I accepted it. “A pleasure to meet you too, My Lady,” I responded briefly.

“It’s not wise to stand just yet.” She picked up a silk sheet and draped it over me. “Who are you?” I asked, using what little strength I had left to speak and focus my eyes on her. She was a young girl, probably sixteen or seventeen. Blonde hair tied in a high bun with a few loose strands at the sides. “My name is Diana, my lady. I’m your assigned handmaiden.” She gave a small curtsy in her brown dress, and the dizziness overcame me once more.

Jessie shook her head before showing me a depressing look. “Don’t worry…” I whispered to her. … “This is Lady Asana and she has been chosen to serve Prince Darius for tonight. Please help her dress and get ready. This is the senior maid in charge, her name is Fila,” Madame Sand explained. Madame Sand led Salena into a room that had the same layout as the one she was used to seeing in Mila’s room although the decoration and vibe of the room was vastly different. “Of course,” Salena replied softly as her eyes stole a glance at Lady Asana.

Aileen replied, almost whispering to the wind. "I see." The lady with red hair and gray eyes, like Scheriziel, smiled wickedly. The lady smiled because she smelled something interesting about the girl in front of her. "Anyway, let me introduce myself. It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies, especially you," she added and stared at Aileen. She cleared her throat and resumed, "I'm Khaleesi." "The pleasure is mine. My name is Ai- I mean Scheriziel. And this is my trusted friend Athena." The queen was nervous and had almost slipped her real name.

Damian said through clenched teeth, stepping forward as his fists tightened at his sides. Dominique chuckled darkly. “Or what, Damian? What will you do? She’s mine, not yours. She serves me, and she’ll pay for her disobedience. She’s The Devil’s Handmaiden, remember?” His voice was laced with pride and cruelty, and the challenge in his words was undeniable. The two brothers locked eyes, the tension between them thick and suffocating. Their rivalry, long-standing and bitter, now had a new catalyst, a woman caught in the crossfire of their dangerous world.

As I left the room and headed to my chambers, I discovered that someone was in Ashina's chambers. "What are you doing here?" I could have sworn I saw something around her neck. "I'm the new handmaiden. I don't know if I'm supposed to be down here when she's out there with another man," she divulged. "What man?" "The Beta of the pack." I chuckled softly as she didn't even realize Daniel's name. "His name's Daniel, and I know that you're new here, so you don’t know all the names around here," I conceded to her words.

Nothing moved there anymore, nothing kicked, nothing fluttered, just skin and emptiness. A soft knock pulled my attention to the door. Before I could answer, it opened and Lina slipped inside carrying Daenerys on her hip. Daemon toddled behind her, clutching the hem of her skirt like it was a lifeline. The second his eyes found me his whole face split into a grin. “Mama!”