Lady Brienne Actress Novels & Stories

he added. "Okay, I will do that," Brienne said. Raven left her room, but not before he bid her farewell with a kiss. Brienne changed her clothes and went to the kitchen. "Hi, Lily," she said. Lily, a woman in her twenties, smiled at her. "Hello, Lu— I mean, hello, Miss Brie. What do you want to eat?" Lily asked. "I'm currently browsing the web and came across this beef bourguignon recipe. Can you make this, please?" she asked with her puppy eyes.

I said, my tone polite, but my intension was passed on successfully. He was going to retort when his body suddenly went rigid. His heartbeat began to drum, and his eyes were fixed at the door— to the new people that had just arrived. "Lady Brienne Bowen. Escorted by her parents. Gamma Ryan Bowen and Gamma Emma Bowen of the Spring snow pack." Maxwell stood up, almost looking like a robot as he walked forward. "Oh finally." Sienna cheered. "Maybe he will have one less reason to be so broody all the time."

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of clear blue that exuded warmth and kindness. Of all the ladies, she was the least overdressed. Lillia smiled softly but her gaze was firm. She assumed her to be Lady Ashbourne. “Thank you…” “I am Briar Rose Montclair of House Montclair, your grace.” She’s as beautiful as her name. Fenris whispered. Agreed. Lillia seated herself, the ladies following suit as maidens began to serve. The music continued. “I hear Lady Ashbourne will be present today, “Lillia blurted immediately, pausing the ladies mid-action.

There I saw Brielle standing beneath the archway of flowers wearing a flowing white ceremonial gown, its silver embroidery catching the lantern light like shards of moonlight scattered across snow. A sheer veil trailed behind her, and pearls woven into her blonde curls shimmered with every measured step she took. She looked beautiful like she was the rightful Luna. There's no wonder why Artavius chose her. The crowd watched her with approval, some with their mouth agape. Brielle walked slowly down the aisle, her smile soft and radiant as she acknowledged the Pack members who had watched her grow, who had already given her their loyalty and their love. I stood where I was, watching it all unf

I wondered how they treated the master himself! "Good morning,"I greeted back. "Master Vasiliev has sent us to ready you for the departure " Listening well as she spoke, I noted her Polish accent. It was light but still noticeable. "I'm Brienne, this is Anna." Brienne was short with blonde hair and dim blue eyes while Anna was about the same height and had hazel eyes. Anna had tied a blue scarf over her hair but a dark brown lock peeked out whereas Brienne tied her blonde locks in a simple Dutch plait - almost similar to the classic French plait.

Thirty minutes for them to explain what the hell is going on. "Come on, let's go sit over there." She leads me towards the living room. Reece, Aaron and Reece's dad follow behind us. We all sit and they give me weird looks not saying anything for a while until Reece decides to break the silence. "Do you believe in werewolves Morgana?" He asks gazing intensely at me. "What, like from the movies?" I ask with a tilt of my head. "Well, not exactly but yeah from the movies." He says.

I asked. He snapped his fingers and the door swung open. Three maidens, graceful and modest stepped into the room, smiling, they dipped in a curtsy. “Good evening, My Lady. I am Brielle,” the first maiden greeted. She was a blonde with large green eyes that shimmered like emeralds in the fading light. Her soft, golden hair was braided neatly down her back, and her posture radiated grace. Though petite in stature, her presence exuded a quiet confidence, and her hands, slightly calloused, suggested she was no stranger to hard work.

I hastily consoled Lizzy and ushered her back to her friends. I honestly felt at loss for what to do next. “I never liked that bitch.” A voice suddenly said beside me. I turned around, surprised to find a tall dark haired beauty smoking beside me. I knew who she was. This was the one and only Lady Brianne. Daughter of the most elite noble man and wife to Ron-- my husband’s best friend and Gamma.

I absolutely adored her. Last week it was Eva Turner, my number one TV anchor and now it was the actress I only imagined I would ever meet. Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming for real. "Sorry. I'm Ariana, I'm a big fan of your work." I breathed out eventually. "Nice to meet you, Ariana." She smiled softly, I mirrored it. Brianna's a redhead, she has small emerald eyes with flawless pale white skin and red heart shaped lips. She looked angelic in whatever she had on and there was no doubt about it. She's British and her accent is so lovely.

I remain on the edge of the set while a production assistant leads Brielle to the large swing that sits in the middle of the sand with a large mirror beneath it. As she moves, her dress flows around her, looking almost like the clouds themselves. I had to admit that when I first saw her, I truly thought that she was an angel, and that left a sour taste in my mouth. It dredged up my father’s request despite my best attempts at trying not to think about it. Why? Why her? What the hell did she do so wrong to deserve a fate like that? Did it have something to do with that bastard she was with?