Novel & Cerita Got Daenerys And Daario

Humiliation clawed at my chest. I swallowed hard, forcing a tight smile. "Actually, I’m your new lecturer, Jorah." I stepped forward, extending my hand as if this was a normal, professional introduction. "Danielle Louis. You can call me Dany." He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. Instead, he gave me a slow, appraising glare—one so disgustingly condescending I felt like something he’d scrape off his designer shoes. Then he smirked. "Cute. Listen up, bitch."

It was late evening; the sun had gone down in Mereen when Daario entered Daenerys' quarters through the window, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he carefully had climbed up with to the top of the pyramid. Daario walked to Daenerys' bed and saw her sitting on the bedside in front of him. "What did I say about climbing?" She said with a small grin. "And the flowers you didn't need to bring them, but now that you already have them, I'll make a nice gift to my dragons."

Just this. Morris lowered himself to the rug beside me, long legs folding gracefully, and set Daenerys between us. She immediately crawled toward Daemon, who greeted her with a sloppy kiss on the forehead. They collapsed into a pile of limbs and laughter, tugging at each other’s clothes, completely oblivious to the adults watching them like they were miracles. Which they were. Morris reached over, threaded his fingers through mine, and squeezed. I squeezed back. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

Tyrion is her boyfriend and she abducted me. I looked up at her. “I know Tyrion as the Alpha Prince’s Beta, but I have nothing in common with him.” “He was your childhood friend, so quit lying.” I nodded. “Agreed! We were friends but not anymore. We don't even cross each other's path.” I swallowed hard. “I have never spoken to him, so please let me go. I will avoid him if he dares approach me—we have nothing in common.”