Golden Bride Novelas e Histórias

Six carats was simply because Mabel liked that number for good luck, Lana sure knew how to flatter herself. Just as I was about to explain, a gentle female voice came from the back of the wedding car. "Cruz, is something wrong?" I immediately opened the back door, took the hand of Mabel, who was wearing a wedding dress. I smiled. "Nothing, I just ran into a lunatic. Come on, Darling. It's almost time. Everyone's waiting for us inside!"

The Thorne Estate in the Hamptons had been transformed into a crystalline wonderland. Thousands of white orchids hung from the ceiling of a glass marquee built over the crashing waves of the Atlantic. This wasn't just a wedding; it was a coronation. Elara stood in the bridal suite, staring at her reflection. Her gown was a masterpiece of gossamer silk and hand-stitched pearls, but it was the weight of the Thorne Matriarch’s Tiara—a crown of emeralds and diamonds returned to her by the Council—that felt the heaviest.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

Adolphus appeared above the old throne, golden eye blazing with satisfaction as he studied the second symbol forming beside Rudina’s mark. “At last,” he said, smiling like every stolen year had become worth the waiting. “The moon has done what blood alone could not finish.” Bardolph tried to rise, Niall screamed my name, and the bride's smoke wrapped around my wrist like a veil tightening before slaughter. Adolphus lifted his hand toward the burning symbol and gave it its true name. “The bride seal.” The second symbol closed around my gold mark. And Maelor’s shadow reached for me like a groom receiving his queen.

I nodded and he said. "This is the list for gifts we are giving to Ibrahim on his wedding. I am just checking if we are not missing anything." "What are we giving to him?" I asked. "Us, we are gifting him 10,000 soldiers, 5000 horses, 3000 camels, 1000 elephants, 1500 buffaloes and chickens, one chariot made of gold, 500 kg of gold jewelry, 200 set of other ornaments, 400 set of clothes for bride and a some sweets."

Now that I was face to face with it - albeit behind a glass panel - with the Golden Leaf and Zak at stake, I could not afford to lose focus and be encapsulated by its superiority and imperialness. We reached the end of the corridor. I looked at my watch. 05:40. Another staircase. Much to my relief, this was much shorter, with ten steps. Embroidered on a red velvet carpet were golden knives, swords, and shields, which covered the polished marble steps. “Now, you two are about to meet the great President Drago Caracas, the leader of Obsidian!” Adrian exclaimed proudly. “Remember, show respect and we can figure something out for you two. Now follow me!”

Eva Blackthorn stood at the edge of the golden bridge, her heart pounding in rhythm with the soft roar of the crowds below. The ceremonial silk she wore shimmered, concealing the datapads and hidden poisons sewn into its folds. The air smelled faintly of incense, and the distant echo of trumpets signaled the approach of a new peace—one that would come at a steep price.

The heavy doors swung open. Warriors filed in. Servants followed, carrying chest after chest of treasure glinting in the torchlight. “The Pope grants a bonded marriage—” I lifted my head and heard the words that I would be mated to Vetle. The chests were opened one by one in the hall—rubies, gold. Ruby stepped forward with a flawless blood-red gem and held it out to me. Her smile was gentle, but there was something hidden beneath. “Wow...”

Jotham, Silveran Capital. 2030 Hazel straightened her spine, her head held high even as she was prodded and pricked at the course of being dolled up for the Crown Prince Bride Choosing Ceremony. She clenched her jaw, trying not to show how upset she was.