Rhaenyra Targaryen Outfits Novels & Stories

I was only an afternoon's amusement, a horse girl with a curious pet. Rhaegal hissed and dug sharp black claws into her bare shoulder as Dany stretched out a hand for the wine. Wincing, she shifted him to her other shoulder, where he could claw her gown instead of her skin. She was garbed after the Qartheen fashion. Xaro had warned her that the Enthroned would never listen to a Dothraki, so she had taken care to go before them in flowing green samite with one breast bared, silvered sandals on her feet, with a belt of black-and-white pearls about her waist. For all the help they offered, I could have gone naked. Perhaps I should have. She drank deep.

Aragorn left the throne room for his room to start preparing for his coronation happening in a few hours time. *** Werewolf Kingdom: Raziah's Room. It was sunny, the sun was out and the hotness wasn't one to talk about. Raziah was done and was looking at herself at the mirror she was holding. Her hair was let down which passed her shoulders, her red flowerly gown was long and slit up the two sides. From her belly down to her hip was transparent. Does she look beautiful like this? She thought as she continued to stare at herself. She doesn't want to apply any makeup after all it wasn't her coronation she was going to.

“It’s my daughter’s house too. If she wants him here, then we do not need your permission.” He dipped his head, biting the insides of his cheek. My gaze trailed to Arya. I couldn’t see her bottoms from where I stood, but she was clad in a black turtle necked top with long sleeves, the perfect outfit to hide the bruises she had gotten earlier from her parents. I balled my hands into fists as hot blood coursed through my veins. I had no business with her affairs. She could let him batter her to his satisfaction for all I cared.

“How long have I been unconscious?” “Twelve hours!” They both replied as if with a mix of frustration and panic. Lyle chuckled. Lyle took a nice bath and when she came out, Ryder was waiting for her. “There’s someone waiting for you on the outside,” he said. “Who?” she asked as a maid brushed her hair. She was wearing a pale blue silk gown that Arya had got as one of the items in her trousseau as her wedding gift. Ryder’s lips tugged up. He looked at the maid, who bowed and left immediately. “It is a surprise, darling. And I am sure you would love it.”

Daxiel simply waved a hand, signaling him to go with her choice. Butler Neil nodded and left to carry out the order. Meanwhile, Arya was busy getting dressed. She had asked Luciano what kind of outfit she should wear, and he had told her that matching outfits were the best. Daxiel was wearing black pants and a white shirt. So she picked a white shirt and a short black skirt. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and a satisfied smile formed on her face. With that, she headed downstairs. When she arrived at the sitting room, Daxiel didn't even look up.

Rhaena's POV The next morning came too quickly. I'd barely slept after Alessio left my room, my mind replaying the kiss over and over, my body still tingling from his touch. When dawn finally broke and the storm had passed, leaving everything fresh and rain-washed, I felt exhausted and wired at the same time. I got dressed in a simple sundress - pale yellow with small white flowers - and tried to make myself look presentable despite the lack of sleep. The dark circles under my eyes required extra concealer, and I tied my hair back in a loose braid to keep it out of my face.

She grabbed the only attachment to her clothing, a golden ring the size of a closed fist, she snapped it out, and her silver-white dress, the color matching her hair, fell to the floor with the ring making a light metallic sound that echoed through the room. Daario looked astonished, and he started to contemplate her beautiful body. Daenerys had undressed and was completely nude and began to slowly walk forward to the bed. While she walked, her hands reached for her hair and released her shining trenches, separating her hair while she was shaking her head slowly as her hair cascaded down to her breasts. Her face was relaxed, and her eyes were staring at Daario seductively. She raised her arm

It complements her eyes. I let my imagination wander a little as I take my spot along the rear wall with the other maids, standing to have a good look at everyone at the table. I can practically see myself wearing a garment that is pale pink and adorned with trails of crimson silk and purple sequins. I picture myself seated among them, my cosmetics and hair done, ready to dazzle the prince.

Because if I kept staring, I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be able to stop. Rhydan stood nearest the balcony railing, dressed in a deep red coat with his usual high collar framing the sharp line of his jaw. The dark copper of his hair had been intricately braided along the crown of his head before gathering at the back, somehow making him look even more aristocratic than usual.

her sharp blonde bob swaying as she weaved my hair. “Perfectly, thank you Etherly,” I stated, unwilling to divulge anything to the little blonde spy in the mirror. I sat like a regal queen, allowing her to truss up my hair in ever more extravagant styles. Today featured a platinum and emerald tiara, followed by large, heavy sapphire earrings. She unfurled a dress of deep purple and teal, /what a fine peacock we shall make/ Raya groaned as a sense of dread hit my stomach. Purple was Seraphine’s colour. This should be one of her dresses.