Morgana Pendragon Dresses Novels & Stories

Chapter 6 Morgana’s POV: I ran a hand over my black gown, smoothing out invisible wrinkles as I examined my reflection. The V-neck hugged my curves, while the long slit along my right leg gave just enough allure without being too revealing. “Everything is perfect.” I said, to my reflection. Tonight, I would no longer be the woman hiding in the shadows, secretly aiding Xavier from behind the scenes. Tonight, I would step forward and take my place beside him, no matter how much he tried to keep me sheltered.

The gods are happy to pay attention. Morgan, who saw Cia coming out of the river, quickly took the red robe that was folded at his side. "Wear this." She just glanced at him and didn't answer. He ignored Morgan's request, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this minimal cloth appearance. The woman was only wearing underwear that did not completely cover her breasts. Then, the bottom looks so tempting with lace that dangles up to half the thigh. "Cia." Cia stood up, which made Morgan look her up and down.

Nothing ever did when it came to her. Theron backed into the wall, fingers twitching around the hilt of a blade I knew he’d never reach in time. And through the jagged seam in the air— She stepped. Morganna. No title. No warning. No need. Because she was her own herald. She wore a gown of midnight and teeth, shadows stitched into velvet, blood glinting at the hem. Her hair flowed like liquid ink, threaded with bones small enough to be fae, human, or both. Her eyes—gods, her eyes—were lanterns lit with spite.

Behind him walked his wolves, tall men in matching dark suits that gleamed like polished armor under the lights. They moved together with Liam and Steffon leading the way, eyes scanning the crowd like guards. Then came the ladies in the train, Lily in pale gold, smiling sweetly, a few others I didn’t know well. And Morgana. Morgana stole my breath for a bad second. Her dress was midnight blue, almost black, clinging like a shadow. A high neck, long sleeves, but a deep slit up one leg that flashed with every step. Diamonds dripped from her ears and throat.

I looked away from their disgusting eyes, focusing my gaze elsewhere and that was when the doors flew open, We bent our heads the instant we spotted the Dowager walking our way, Queen Morgan was dressed differently today, rather than her usual colourful gown and embroidery, she donned black biker pants and an equally daring shirt. Of course, she paired it black heeled boots and a small diamond-encrusted purse, "I would die to know where she gets her clothes from," Paige whispered and my head snapped in her direction. She winked at me and I chuckled. "She does dress nice." I chipped in making Paige scoff softly,