Golden Bride Novels & Stories

Kevin then brought Pine who did not know anything to his study, there Julio was already inside holding a tray containing a silver grail. "Sit down," Kevin said. Pine looked at Kevin and Julio in turn. Kevin then told Julio to bring the tray he brought in front of him. Julio carefully carried the tray. "What's that?" asked Pine looking at the closed tray. Kevin opened the lid of the tray, "This is the Silver Grail." "Ah!" Pine exclaimed, "I know! This is the grail used in royal ceremonies, isn't it? It's like a coronation ceremony," she said excitedly.

Stepping out of the car was a pretty young lady in an exquisite dress, her skin glittering like a diamond. The color of the gown was a bright gold combined with yellow, designed to resemble a phoenix. The bodice clung to her body, accentuating her curves, while the skirt flowed in delicate, layered waves that flickered like tiny flames with every movement. The fabric seemed alive, catching the lights and reflecting it in a way that made it appear as though the dress were shimmering from within.

She couldn’t see the Elder’s face beneath his hood, but she sensed a wave of approval coming off him. Nodding, he gestured for her to bow. Bending her knees, she held the curtsey. Goosebumps flushed her skin as he revealed a golden crown. It had six leaf prongs weaving upward, two at each side, one at the back, and one that would align perfectly with her forehead. The band was lined with diamonds and hecatolites that gave off a subtle glow.

Just precision. He watches me as I walk toward him. Not like a man in love. Like a man about to sign a deal with the devil. I stop beside him. The priest begins. Words are said. Vows are exchanged. His voice is steady. Mine is smoother. I let him slip the ring onto my finger. Platinum. Heavy. I do the same. “You may now kiss the bride.” Leon leans in, brushes a cold kiss against my lips—brief and businesslike. No fireworks.

"My father and my brother use to call me small boy, great brain. I was sharp, and do observe a lot about things around me." "Where is your brother's grave? " I ask. He clenched his fist and began walking to the car telling me to wait. He came back with three bunch of flowers. We place them on each grave before going home in silence, both of us in our own thoughts. ♡♡ "it's time dear "Nanny Lilo says and pat my back. I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror. I look good in my white wedding dress that shows my cleavage. I know I look beautiful since everyone here won't stop gawking and flattering me. I appreciate them, but I'm not happy.

But according to the books I've read, this could pass as one. "Temple of Solterra." Interest surely gleamed in my eyes. "Really?" He smiled and led me inside. It wasn't long when an elder man wearing all white went to us. "I'm glad that you have decided to visit our temple again, Your Highness," he said with such an impossible soothing voice for a man his age. "And who is this beautiful lady with you?" "He is Ophelia, senior brother. She is my bride." I was shocked of what Demitri said. He didn't even told it yet to his parents, and now he's spreading the news outside the palace?

She spoke, and Akyran’s expression tightened. The goblin protested, moving forwards as he bowed and scraped before the prince. “The prince Rivyn and the Queen have both spoken for mediation,” Aurien murmured to me. “The goblin protests. The father promised him the girl in exchange for the ability to spin straw into gold.” “Straw into gold,” I repeated. “An unusual bequest.” “Mmm,” my dragon was, unsurprisingly, not impressed.

They are not the best but I still love them both dearly. Father held out his arm and I entwined mine with his. Isabella handed me my bouquet of white lilies then we walked through the double doors and into the chapel. I fidget and almost skip a step at the flashes of camera that came over us all at once. Father must have sensed this as he bent down slightly to whisper in my ear. Somewhere in the back of my head I can hear the organist play Here comes the bride. "It only gets awkward at first. Try to smile and you'll be fine" he said.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the