D Royal Bride 소설 & 이야기

“You expect me to believe you did it out of pure love for your father?” “Yes,” I snapped. “I do.” Alexander stepped even closer. His cologne hit me again, the same one from the dance floor. He reached out and caught my wrist, not hard but firm. “Take the dress off.” My stomach dropped. “What?” “You heard me. I want to see the woman I actually married. Now.” I yanked my wrist free. “I’m not undressing for you like some kind of prize.” His eyes narrowed. “You think this is about sex? I want to see the differences I missed at the altar. The birthmark. The way your shoulders sit. Everything Sophia doesn’t have.”

"I will wear this one." Cecilia looked pained. "That is the casual day dress, my Lady. You are meeting the Dragon King." "I am aware." I stepped into it. "Does he want a wife or a mannequin?" "My Lady…" "Rhetorical question, Cecilia." She helped me with the tie silently, which meant she was gathering herself for another attempt. I knew because she took a very specific kind of breath first. "He is said to be very particular," she tried. "About presentation. About..?"

Instead, it was bathed in a soft, radiant glow. Anna couldn't even tell where the light was coming from. Then, she saw Alex. The groom. Her soon to be husband. Dressed in a white military general uniform. He looked like the hero of a royal fantasy novel. He’s so breathtaking. As Julie accompanied Anna toward the ceremony, she explained that the Dragon King's wedding attire had been passed down from generation to generation. When seeing it directly, there uniform just like new. Anna suddenly curious about how to care the clothes. The pristine white uniform looked as though it had been made specifically for Alex.

’ She earned beaming and nodding from the two girls. After that, the journalist smiled to the camera and then in the studio, two female anchors thanked her. He sipped the tea, thinking perhaps this news program that his cousin talked about last night. Still sipping his tea, he watched the two women on the tv engaged in interesting talk. ‘Let’s read another mailpinion. This one’s subject is, I hope it’s my fairy tale, from Marianne Jones’ The black-haired anchorwoman paused to give her colleague a meaningful look, then she continued to read. ‘Since the Crown Prince is going under cover among us, I think it’s a huge change for every single lady in the country accidentally meet him or befriend

Nothing more. A knock on the bedroom door made her sit up. Before she could answer, the door opened, and Adrian strolled in, looking as infuriatingly put-together as ever. He had already dressed for the day, his black suit pristine, his dark hair neatly styled. Leila scowled. “Ever heard of knocking?” Adrian smirked. “You’re my wife now. You’ll have to get used to my presence.” She rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”

And Rae fell in love with it the minute she saw it. Allison bought a royal blue dress that had a silk skirt all way to the floor, with a slit all the way up her thigh on one side. The bodice was blue lace with long sleeves that were made of see through lace. WEDDING DAY "Rae you are gorgeous. The most beautiful bride I've ever saw." Ally whispered. "You don't think I did too much blue? I mean wedding dresses are supposed to be white right? I just thought the blue would pay tribute to the pack." Rae worried.

, Kenna cried out, “Do you know what it means to be with a dragon? It will be beneficial for the two of us. If I even wanted this kingdom, I would have it with a powerful royal dragon by my side! Besides, you should look at the bigger picture, marriage between a human and a dragon is for a better future for us humans” Brenna hissed and continued walking while Kenna hurried to meet up with her. Kaliyah, on the other hand, was nervous. She was sure that the dragon was here because of her letter but what had he come to say? She was completely unaware of how troubled and undignified she looked. Unlike Kenna who had dressed up like she was going for a royal ball, Kaliyah was just in a simple but

His calloused fingers, resting lightly on the table, occasionally invaded her view, a quiet reminder of his presence. As the evening wore on and Caelia reluctantly slowed her feasting, two young women approached the table. Their careful attire and poised movements betrayed their noble upbringing. Rhyzar nodded, allowing them to ascend the stairs. Setting aside the glass of unfamiliar wine she’d been given, Caelia straightened in her seat as the women approached. “My lord Draken,” the taller of the two said, bowing her head gracefully. Her golden curls cascaded like streams of honey over her tanned shoulders. Her crimson lips curved into a warm, elegant smile. “I’ve been so eager to meet your

Behind Darryl, Ambrose smiled widely, looking at Darryl with happiness in his eyes. Then, under the gaze of thousands, the brides entered. Instantly, there were cheers all around. Many men looked envious. The eight brides were drop-dead gorgeous! Debra, Yvette, Yvonne, Monica, Aurora, Shannon, Quincy, and Lily. They held hands and walked on stage. More importantly, each of the brides was of high status. Some were empresses, some were Sect Masters. It could be said that Darryl was living the ultimate dream of many men.

Rivera said with finality as she turned her back from him, tears slid down her face. The guards didn't hesitate before throwing Royal out of the mansion, as he landed face first on the floor and the rain soiled his clothes even further, a black Maybach stopped in front of the gate and Erada stepped out with Draco. " Olivia.." Royal mumbled as he sprang to his feet, a pang of jealousy hit his chest, while his life was on the verge of destruction, the second master had announced that she was his bride to be and she was among the top five heiresses in Green city.