Golden Bride Novels & Stories

He looked away, visibly troubled. Not well. That was it? After what she had said to me last night? I nearly told him about the warning and how Lucia looked at me, but the words hung in my throat because I didn’t even understand what any of it meant. At that moment, three women entered, carrying boxes of ornaments and makeup, chatting among themselves. I sat there reflecting on how strange it was to call this my wedding when it felt like I was witnessing someone else’s life. “Get ready, Elena,” Elario said, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “The car’s waiting.”

We begin to move and no word is said, I turn to look before me and I gasp. It’s not because nearly ten hefty men surrounds us clad in suit. It’s not because the man carrying me in his arms looks like a god. It’s the structure before me, it’ll be rude to call it a house. It was a mansion. “Welcome to Viremour Citadel, this will be your home.” He says something else but I don’t listen. The whole place is five times the size of the pack house. He walks past the gate that seems to be made of obsidian carvings intertwined with gold but I don’t get enough visual to know what it formed.

Chapter 106: Wealthier The King “Kids, forgive Grandma and Grandpa—well, forgive all of us. We did not have time to prepare for your welcome party, but please accept these humble gifts from us,” Gabrielle said, starting with Graham’s daughter. “To Eden, Grandma gives you this white-gold tiara!” Gabrielle said, holding the small crown over Eden’s head. “Sorry, Baby. I know this is just an eighteen-karat gold tiara. It’s the only one that could fit your head, but Grandma promises to buy you a pure twenty-four karat on your next birthday.”

My indifference wasn’t lost on the room, and I caught a glimpse of slight disappointment in the workers' eyes. Seeing the awkward silence hang heavy, the designer stepped in gracefully. "As the fashion designer here, may I suggest going with the gold? Since the bride will be in white, the gold will add a complementary elegance to the bridal party." She smiled, giving her advice in a gentle but decisive way that made them both nod.

Chapter 107 - Coronation and Promises “Are you ready for this?” Maxton asked, his hand tightened slightly around Georgia’s as they stood behind the grand golden doors of the palace’s throne room. Georgia drew a slow breath, her fingers instinctively brushing against the fabric of her coronation gown. It was elegant, shimmering with fine threads of silver and gold, symbolizing her role as the bridge between strength and grace. She met Maxton’s gaze, her heart pounding beneath her ribs as she replied. “Ready or not, there’s no turning back now.”

The delicate gold crown was woven into a filigree band encrusted with diamonds. As he held the crown up to the ceiling above him, Daniel said the spell in the old language then placed it on Gretchen's bowed head. Holding it out to her, Gretchen took Daniel's hand and rose to her feet then faced the guests. As she blew out through her mouth, she looked to Teddy as a smile curled up on the side of his mouth and he winked at her. Daniel said, "I present to you Her Royal Highness, Princess Gretchen, Shield Maiden of the Darke and Defender of the Faith."

So, one evening, I surprised her with a romantic date. I whisked her away to a picturesque meadow, blanketed with vibrant wildflowers and bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. the air was filled with the sweet scent of nature, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, creating a serene atmosphere. As we walked hand in hand, I couldn’t help but admire the radiant beauty of princess golder. Her pregnancy had only enhanced her glow, and she emanated a captivating aura of love and warmth. The sight of her filled my heart with a profound sense of gratitude and awe.

The bride moved like silk in current. One moment she stood on the dock. The next her red sleeve wrapped around my throat, cold as drowning. "Hungry little temple," she crooned. "All doors, no depth." Ava swung. The crowbar tore through the bride's veil, revealing not Aunt Lan but a skull packed with pearls. The pearls opened tiny eyes. [Grudge source: stolen wedding offerings.] Madam Qiao had said paper goods mattered. So did offerings.

Lana Light streams through the stained glass window of the chapel. The bright yellow and gold of the sun that it shows, throwing warmth and flashes of light across the crowded benches of the nobility. A bold red dragon circles around the blazing centre. Nose to tail, as though it sleeps. With some of its scales picked out in rubies, set in the glass by magic. The King, Thade Madden, waits for his Bride at the end of the aisle, a shadow against the sun. Dressed more for a funeral than a wedding. I wonder if he knows I’m going to kill him.

Not for the grandeur waiting outside. Not for the name I was about to take. But for her. For Nick. For the life I had been holding together since I was too young to understand what that meant. A soft knock sounded at the door,. “They’re ready for the bride,.” Ready. The word felt almost laughable. Mama stood with Nick’s help, smoothing the fabric of my gown with reverent care, like she was memorizing me. “Whatever happens, you are strong. You always have been.” she said, gripping my hands