Can Royal Guards Get Married Novels & Stories

“It’s today, my king, and your bride will arrive soon. You should be in the temple before she comes.” Edward walked over to the door and pulled it open, widening them for the servants to walk inside. Once the last servant entered the room, he shut the door. An hour later, the alpha king stood, wearing his long, golden royal robe, neatly made with each design thought through from his neck down to his feet. The servants made his long, silky black hair into a neat ponytail before adorning him with the white lacy mantle. The royals wore the mantle, and it always served as a sign of them getting married.

“I'm here with you, my love.” Morgan didn't move. He closed his eyes against her hair. “Alex is here with you too.” I grabbed her hand. “Always, Princess.” King Damian kissed her again. “You have an entire Kingdom waiting for you.” His voice cracked. “But don't wake up for them.” Another kiss landed against her hair. “Wake up for yourself.” Fuck. I looked away and wiped my eyes. I'd spent my entire life hearing stories about the mate bond. How sacred it was.

He bit his lips nervously while Dimitri stared at him with a smug expression. “RIvanously speaking, Ria is not part of Coulson’s Royal Family. Since Ria, who is NOT a member of Coulson’s Royal Family, married the King of Arundel under the status of a member of the Royal Family, which she is not, then logically this marriage is void.” Mrs. Cessly, who was standing silently behind her Queen, inhaled loudly in surprise. She quickly run to Ivan, who was frozen from the shock, yanked the paper from his hand and went back to Alicia.

It was as if I’d stepped into someone else’s kingdom… someone else’s life. I kept asking myself the same question over and over again—why wasn’t I allowed in? If I was truly their mate, the woman fated to be by their side, why was I standing on the other side of a guarded door like a stranger? Councilman Ryker had tried to soothe my worry earlier. He said it was tradition. A sacred rule passed down from the first royal bloodline—that the Kings must never be seen bruised or broken by their subjects, not even their council.

"Disarm the King's guard. Any royal soldier who resists will be fed to the bay before sunset." The twenty royal guards barely had time to turn. From the shadows of the marble colonnades, fifty armed marines moved in with heavy cutlasses drawn, surrounding the King's soldiers in a tight, bristling ring of steel. Seeing their escape cut off and the southern admiralty standing against them, the royal guards dropped their halberds onto the stone, their steel clattering in total surrender. Robert Marrow stared at his father in wild, frantic disbelief. "Father! What madness is this? Today is my wedding! We are binding our house to the high crown!"

He didn’t smile, but his gaze softened — the kind of softness only I could detect. The room fell completely silent as he stepped forward and joined my father. The Albournes followed behind — his mother graceful, his father regal. Two royal lineages, side by side. “Tonight,” my father announced, “marks the beginning of a union forged not in convenience, but in destiny. As of midnight, by the laws of the royal seal, Valerie and Leon shall be bound… in marriage.” Shock. Applause. Whispers. So many emotions swirled in the room.

"Because of this, a decree was put in place a long time ago. It binds every member of the royal line without exception. A human mate must be rejected. There is no negotiation around it and no pathway through it." Melissa stared at me. Something in her face had gone very still. "And if the decree is broken?" she said. I held her gaze. "There is an organisation. The Guardians. They operate quietly, in the background, and most people have no idea they exist. But if the law is broken, if a royal defies the decree and pursues a human mate, the Guardians move to eliminate the human." I said it without decoration because she needed the plain version. "Quietly. Without hesitation. Without leaving an

His expression was unreadable. “Well?” Mikan prompted. “Are you going to say something?” Daxen rubbed his temples. “Are you trying to lose your throne?” Mikan shook his head. “You realize that marking a mate is equivalent to marriage among our people,” Daxen continued. “That’s a Draynor custom, not a Malton one. Have you told anyone yet?” “Not yet,” Mikan said, then added, “and she’s pregnant.” That got Daxen’s attention. His eyes widened. “Then here’s what you do: tell your council and the people of Ashbarrie that you’ve taken a royal companion. If you admit to marrying a non-royal, you’ll lose your crown.”

Royal weddings were about bringing together two countries, more than the actual two people getting married, since it was mostly arranged marriages. Traditionally, the bride’s gown would be in her house colors and the groom in his. After the wedding ceremony, the bride will change her gown for an evening dress in her husband’s colors for the celebrations.

"I heard something happened… someone said the bride ran off. Could it be true?" "False news, surely. Who dares skip a wedding at the Royal Palace?" The host tried to stall, but as the commotion grew, he had no choice but to take up the microphone and begin the ceremony. "For a thousand years, the Royal Palace has stood—witnessing empires rise and fall, guarding the flame of civilization. But today, for the first time in history, its grand halls are dressed in wedding decorations to celebrate a union of love and prosperity. "Please welcome the groom, Mr. Nick Hunt! And the bride, Ms. Khloe Roswell!"