Khal Drogo Daenerys Wedding Night Novels & Stories

Ilena sobbed louder as she struggled against his grip, scratching and biting. He placed his bloody palm on the wall beside his name. “I, Dreg the king of the North is wholly bound with soul and body to Ilena, the Queen of the North.” The bloody print stuck to the wall beside his name and then Dreg picks up a blade towards Ilena’s palm. “Please, please wait!” Ilena begged in terror with tears clouding her vision. “We have been wed in the ways of the Thanes, it is now time to be bound in the ways of the North and there’s no stopping that.”

So, I asked my father calmly after sitting down, “What happened, Alpha? Who dares stand against the Black Mountain Pack?” My father began to recount the problem from the beginning: “The Grey Moonlight Pack is known for its purity, and their Alpha has a daughter, ‘Daenerys.’ She was supposed to marry her cousin, Kaos, but she fell in love with Kazius from our pack. You know exactly who Kazius is, but now he has fallen into the pack’s trap, and they plan to imprison him forever.”

"Better than I am. I don't have the patience for blocks." "You have the patience for everything else," I assured him, squeezing his hand under the table. As the main course was cleared – filet mignon and roasted asparagus – Victor stood up. The room fell silent instantly. The King was speaking. "We are here tonight to celebrate a union," Victor began, his voice commanding and resonant. "But in our world, a marriage is more than a union of hearts. It is a merging of powers. A consolidation of strength." He looked at me. "Aria Hale. You have walked through fire to stand here tonight. You have proven your resilience, your intelligence, and your loyalty. You are not just a bride. You are a Drako

They went back to ignoring Tyrion and tuned back to the speech Tiki was giving. "And just before we go in to our homes, know this!" Tiki bellowed. "Drago and I will seal our alpha beta relationship with blood ties." Raine froze at those words. "No." She whispered. "A betrothal ceremony will hold tonight. Between Drago's youngest Tyrion, and my youngest, Raine!” At his words, the earth gave out underneath Raine and she shattered.

Lady Veyrien continues, turning to Azraelyrs, “And do you, Azraelyrs Vasileios, Sovereign King of Drakarith, take Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion as your Queen, your wife, your destiny, pledging your will and loyalty to her?” “I do,” he answers, his eyes never leaving mine, "I, Azraelyrs Vasileios, take thee, Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, as my Queen, my wife, my life’s companion. By blood and by fire, I pledge my will and loyalty to you. My strength shall be your strength, and my reign is also yours. So it is sworn before the Dragon Gods, and so shall it be."

He dressed swiftly, in plain, dark clothes, and descended into the waking castle. Leigh felt the prince's presence before she saw him. It was a change in the air pressure, a shift in the morning's soundtrack—the distant clang of the forge pausing, a maid's chatter cutting off. She finished a disarming maneuver that sent Petyr's sword spinning once more, then turned, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist.

Parents collapsed to the ground, weeping and sobbing uncontrollably, as if every scrap of strength had drained from them in a single breath. Morpheus watched it all in silence, finding it nothing but absurd. For such a twisted, madhouse of a family, he had driven his own betrothed into an early grave. He let out a sigh, gave the priestess instructions for the follow?up, then turned and strode past the three of them, sobbing on the floor. Suddenly, a scar?covered dragon claw locked around his ankle with a death grip, Aithne’s talons almost puncturing his skin.

On the night of her wedding anniversary, Ashka Vaelthorn discovers two things; her husband has another mate, and she was never truly his mate. While everyone waits for the now heartbroken Luna to fall apart, Ashka smiles, says nothing, and begins planning the downfall of the very people who stole her life. Her first move is an alliance with the one man her husband has sworn to destroy, the feared Alpha Vasik Draugir. But the deeper Ashka digs, the more she realizes her marriage wasn't the only lie. Her family, her past and even the Moon Goddess's blessing have all been carefully manipulated for years. And by the time the truth comes to light, the kingdom itself may not su

“Yes, “ The dinner was wonderful, shrimp and pasta, white wine,and dancing.Drago held Machen in his arms as the purple and peach hues of the setting sun graced the sky. She was so engrossed in the beauty, that she barely noticed the people gathering around them. When she did turn around,Madchen was surprised to see all of Drago’s family standing around them in a circle. When she did turn around,Madchen was surprised to see all of Drago’s family standing around them in a circle. “Uh, Drago, what is going on?” she asked, her throat suddenly becoming very dry. Drago didn’t answer her question, he only replied pleading eyes before he dropped to one knee in front of the whole crowd. “Madchen, wil

quickly changing her attire into a Nightclaw traditional dress, a dark grey embellished cropped dress top with a mermaid-lined cropped skirt that stops right at her waist, showing off her belly button and midriff, Her hair was still veiled perfectly and protected by her cloak she cast off; she looked at the mirror once more and rested to face that music. "You can do this, Myra; you defended yourself and that's the truth, that's all that matters." She mutters as she goes out of the room to see Draven waiting for her, and she leads her out into the hallway as they head towards the main estate. That’s when she peers over to Jorah, who looked upset, and Enzo, who looked unfazed; something must h