Khal Drogo Daenerys Wedding Night Novels & Stories

Grab her. Run with her. Or destroy everything. He didn’t know which scared him more. --- Vortigern clapped slowly. “Touching. Really.” “But playtime’s over.” He nodded toward the guards. --- “Take her out. Lock the pup up tighter.” “Wedding’s still on.” “Wouldn’t want drama ruining the big day.” --- Dax pulled Liora to her feet gently. She resisted, eyes locked on Kael. “I’m sorry,” she cried.

LARAE. The heavy oak doors of our royal bedchamber click shut behind the last servant, leaving us completely alone for the first time in what feels like forever. Warm golden light from the dragonfire lanterns dances across the silk-draped walls and the enormous bed that has remained mostly untouched for the past six months. I stand near the center of the room, heart pounding, as I watch my husband. King Thorne Blackscale. We were married six months ago in a grand political alliance between humans and dragons. It was meant to be strategic.

In my past life, Draken Vorgath—clan leader of the dragons—had been cold and aloof, and he'd never laid a hand on Arya. Still, I would try talking to him and asking for an heir. As long as I conceived, it wouldn't matter if he loathed sharing my bed again. If he refused… I bit my lips as my fingers brushed the pills I'd readied, hidden in my sleeves. One way or another, I would carry his heir, even if I had to drug him. As the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and Draken walked in. My breath caught. No one had warned me how striking he was!

The stench had reached its limit, and then I saw them. In the close distance to the walls stood Galathor and Zephyr, Dragon King and Queen of the Percaria. Their gazes strayed not away from me as I approached them. I used all the willpower I could muster to calm down my raging beast. And when I reached them, they each brandished a smile of malice. Their royal garments, red like the blood of victims they had slaughtered in the past, sparkled under the moonlight. My soul lit up with growing fire.

Arya glowered at me. “Arya, I am sorry I called you Athena, it was the confusion spell,” I said with a smile as I locked arms with her, leaning in to whisper to her. “Everyone is waiting downstairs for the bride, you don't want to keep them waiting,” I said as I walked out with her, her face brimmed with a huge smile as she walked down the aisle. “I saw your text” Davina moved closer as we watched Arya and Daniel take their wedding vows. “Is it true that Alpha Axel already knew she was Athena?” Davina asked and I nodded silently.

Everything happens so fast. A few minutes later, I was brought out of the room fully dressed, Enid was outside waiting for me. He was also dressed. I slowly walked up to him with a frown on my face, I did not want to get married. "I don't want this.." I uttered the moment I got to where he was. He was the Alpha of our kingdom, Enid Gayle. My mother and sister were going to his wedding tonight. The wedding that happened to be the talk of the town.

"He is the last of his kind. When the moon was full, dragons mated. Now, he can only sing, hoping a mate would come. It's a sacred night because a dragon child conceived in this night will be blessed with a stronger connection with Dracos." "That's his name?" "Every king names him as he pleases. I call him Dracos." They listen to the lonely song in silence for a while, each caught in their own melancholy. "Was Lysa here?" Astrid breaks the silence when the weight of the question becomes too heavy to bear anymore. "Yes." Is the one-word answer that crushes her. "Why did you ask for me then?" "I wanted to see you." "Was Lysa not enough for one night?" Astrid asks without being able to control

Grace was already in front of him on her knees as she cried in fear and pain. “Will you do anything…?!” She nodded, and he smiled devilishly. “I need you to do a location spell. Find Xendy’s fated mate and kill her for me.”

It contained a pregnancy report from a private hospital in Manhorne. The report clearly stated that Isobel was five weeks and three days pregnant. It was then that it finally dawned on me. Dante never truly considered seeking my permission. He'd already made up his mind and was just informing me, his fiancee on paper. I sat by the apartment window, staring down at the busy streets as a chill sank deep into my bones. The next day, I canceled our wedding venue reservation. I ripped up our wedding invitations and burned everything I had received from him, including the wedding ring and his handwritten wedding vows.

She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron The drapes kept out the dust and heat of the streets, but they could not keep out disappointment. Dany climbed inside wearily, glad for the refuge from the sea of Qartheen eyes. "Make way," Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons.