Rhaenyra Targaryen Outfits นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At the top of the staircase, Lyra Thorne appeared. A collective breath hitched in the room. She was no longer the "Ghost Raven" in tactical gear, and she wasn't the tattered goddess of the Void. She wore a gown of liquid midnight—a fabric that seemed to absorb the candlelight and replace it with a faint, sapphire shimmer. The neckline was high and elegant, drawing attention to the star-scar on her chest, which she had chosen not to hide. Her obsidian hair was swept up in a crown of silver-lilies, and her eyes... her sapphire eyes were two portals into a universe that didn't know the meaning of submission.

Rhydor “Father, how do I look?” Sylvia twirled playfully, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I looked at her and took in her appearance. Sylvia wore a fitted, deep maroon training set,tight but flexible pants tucked into sleek black combat boots, and a sleeveless leather vest over a long-sleeved black shirt. The vest bore our pack’s insignia, etched in silver across her chest. Her hair was tied into a tight braid, and thin, protective leather guards wrapped around her forearms. She looked every bit like someone ready to take on the battlefield,not just a spoiled Alpha’s daughter.

He paired it with all the accessories, leaving her to sort out her makeup and then dressing them on her body herself. “He should have just bought an artist too. And they can come and dress up for me.” Arya added, taking another look at herself on the table. She was putting on a short black fluffy gown that had a strapless arm and was patted in the chest. It fitted her to her waist before coming down to form a ball. He had paired it up with the same exact purse that the model had used, a gold love purse with a touch of silver in the front. And also, a black 3 inch heel. She had decided on pouring her hair to the back, straightening it that it stopped exactly at the middle of her back.

Sallie and Mason loved making a scene every year, and today was no different. I'd just stepped out of the bathroom when I smelled Arya's scent. To my surprise, I found her by the window in my room. She wasn't wearing her usual comfy clothes. No, she was wearing a golden silk dress that shimmered even in the dark. For a moment, all I could do was stare at her in awe. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was pulled up into a high bun, and strands of her hair fell over her forehead. She was wearing a golden necklace too. And her lips were coated with bright red lipstick.

She watched them with her arms crossed and a slight pout on her face. Tara had an assortment of pins and little figures from Elle’s favorite movies. “These would decorate my room nicely, Tara. Thanks!” She also handed Elle a spiked collar. Arya looked her over carefully as if she needed to reevaluate her opinion of Tara. There was also a handful of makeup and dark nail polish. Arya had gathered mostly generic goth clothing. There were a couple of shirts with sassy sayings, a pair of black jeans, and a black mini skirt.

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.