Game Of Thrones Daenerys Handmaiden Novels & Stories

Xavier began, eyes narrowing. "Poison," Renly gasped, doubling over, hands braced on his knees. "It was poisoned." My blood turned to ice. Aria's voice whispered sharply in my mind. "Inside. It's already inside." I turned, shaking, to Xavier, then Renly. "Who-who would—?" But Renly was already at the door, yanking it open and shouting down the corridor. Within seconds, two guards appeared, dragging a thin, trembling figure between them—the kitchen maid, Ana, her apron stained, her face streaked with tears.

I say regretfully. It was then that she finally looked back at me with those big, beautiful blood-red eyes of hers. Almost making me forget the anger flowing through me now. “Do you know here, Eleanor?” She gives me a small nod and glanced at the woman still laughing like crazy in my grasp. “Her name is Daneera. She is the maid who helped me get dressed before the Royal Winder’s Party,” I turn my head back and glared at the maid named Daneera. This time, she wasn’t laughing. This time, she was staring right back at me with crazy eyes, as if she wanted to kill me. Her own alpha, no less.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Lem, let go of her. "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

Reece says with a cute smile. "Who's the fine lass Reece?" The man asks offering me a warm smile. "This is Morgana. She'll be joining me today." Reece answers and Pops nods as he escapes to the back of the counter. Reece leads me to a booth at the very end of the shop away from the other people at the shop. "He's really cute.." I say as I get into the seat across from him. A waitress comes to us in a few seconds and takes our orders. I order a chocolate milkshake with strawberries and Reece just orders iced coffee.

The man was familiar, and it didn't take up to five seconds to remember where I had seen his face - he was Diego's Maester, but the woman was still unrecognizable but I could guess that she was his spouse or something related. She went over to the man and placed her palm on his forehead. " Donaerys Mcman is a true born vampire, he shares the same ancestry with you, and you have known him all your life", she said with her eyes closed, " and that goes for everyone in this building", she said, spreading her hands and bringing them together again as if she was hugging an imaginary someone as the ball of something she had used earlier reappeared in her hand. She let go of her hand and the thing d

Placing Olivia back in the crib she walked to answer it. Opening the door there was a heavier set woman. She was stunning. She had amber colored eyes, soft features, and medium length brown hair. her voice was soft and calming when she spoke. “Good morning, Luna. The Alpha sent me to get you. Breakfast is downstairs whenever you are ready to come down and I will send someone up to sit with the baby. My name is Jane is you need anything else” Jane said with a polite smile. “Thank you, Jane. And Luna?” Arya questioned becoming alarmed. Why would someone from another pack call her Luna. Was Alpha Mitchell here?

When I entered the living room, I was surprised to see that Sir Ethan wasn't alone. A man who looked about his age was sitting on the sofa across from him. The moment he saw me, he smiled. "Ethan, your maid is beautiful." I nearly dropped the tray in my hands. "Cut it out, Liam," Sir Ethan replied coldly. Then he looked at me. His gaze wasn't harsh, but it was enough for me to understand that I was no longer needed there. I quietly placed the beer and ice on the table. "Sir, your beer." He simply nodded.

Madam Sansa straightened before speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Dextera Neville.” My pulse stumbled. “You are assigned directly to the Alpha as his personal maid for the rest of today.” The words struck me so hard my lips parted in shock. For a second, silence hung heavily over the courtyard. Then slowly, heads turned toward me. Twenty-five pairs of eyes stared openly, now staring in my direction. Shock, sympathy, pity, fear, I saw it all on their faces. One girl near the front actually paled. Another quickly looked away like she didn’t even want to be associated with me.