Lady Brienne Actress Novels & Stories

She wondered, an amused smile never leaving her crimson petal-like lips. "I was not informed that even the elder sister of our Queen of Primetime is an excellent actress..." Coldness seeped out of the man's eyes and for a split-second, Brienne Middleton felt as though she saw a tall behemoth staring down at her. Her lashes batted down a few couples of times. The pressure emitted from the handsome actor's body didn't seem forced or faked. The personal attendant by her side seemed offended but the woman herself unconsciously smiled, the mole under her left eye looked so enchanting.

She chuckled. "Who are you?" He barked, clearly not liking the direction she was going. "We expected a lot more hospitality from your guards, seeing as their Alpha partly shares the same genes as us." "That isn't an answer to my question." He muttered "I am Brienne. Formally known as Brienne Ivana Fell. We need to talk." At her revelation, his eyes widened in shock. It was so clear the soldiers below had heard her too, because the entire place fell silent. Good. That was more like it now. "My son is in danger, and I need your help."

Even her wedding dress was in the lavender shade she loved. When it came time to exchange rings, Lillian burst through the doors. She wore a pristine white wedding gown, tears streaming down her face. "Gavin, I was wrong. If I object to this wedding, will you leave with me?" I walked toward her slowly, Sophie's hand in mine. "Gavin, Morgan doesn't love me at all. After I went bankrupt, he started abusing me every day. I'm covered in bruises." My brow furrowed slightly as I looked at her. Why would Morgan let her run wild like this? Wasn't he worried about the spectacle?

’ ‘Very well then, but I will come just in case the Silvermoon sends a search party to find him. ‘As you wished mother.’ Brianna agreed with her mother in law. She also thought that Viviane’s decision was wise. After Viviane disconnected the mind link with Brianna, she rose from her chair and tidied up her long Celtic dress with her hands. The dress colored dark purple with a low cut that barely covered her busty breast and silky fabric, and made her look graceful when she walked. After she left her chamber, a young girl approached her, “Mother, are you going somewhere?”

“The dark-haired one is Lady Seraphine. Beside her, Lady Mirelle. And the one in blue is Lady Ariselle.” A knot formed in Lyria’s stomach. They did not look rejected. They looked like exiled goddesses. Suddenly, another woman appeared at her side. Blonde. Hair like liquid gold falling in soft waves. Eyes pale… and cold. Before Lyria could react, the woman took her arm with calculated gentleness. “Lady Elinor,” she said with a perfect smile. “What a pleasure to finally meet you.” Lyria inclined her head. “The pleasure is mine.” “Allow me to introduce myself,” the blonde continued. “I am Lady Ariselle. Also… one of the king’s favorites.”