Khal Drogo Book Novels & Stories

ROSALINE Doomsday comes unannounced—that was something I believed in. Well, in my case, doomsday had a face and a herald with whom I shared blood. My brother stood at the entrance of the banquet, talking to a tall man with dark hair and a tall stature. I knew who it was. Terenzio De Vitto. I had thought my life could not get any worse than knowing my stiletto had a broken heel at a wedding I had so dearly planned.

My stomach dropped when I saw him step out of that room, Khaelon Dravik. Tall, expressionless, and colder than I remembered. His eyes, so sharp and calculating, immediately locked onto me, making my heart race faster than I could control. I clutched my notebook tighter, feeling the weight of everyone’s gaze, the whispers swirling around us. He paused, as if weighing whether I deserved his attention. Then, in that calm yet terrifying voice, he spoke.