Golden Bride Novels & Stories

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

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

I saw my father beg with his head slightly bowed in shame. I was taken aback by what he was saying. So the marriage contract was only for three years and it was three months left? I mentally facepalmed myself when images of last night came floating in. I just had to go complicate things further when I should have just let the contract elapsed on its own.

During my late pregnancy, Theron waited on me hand and foot. He even went down to the deep-sea ruins and fought the deadliest Siren King just to get me the legendary Mermaid's Tear pearl necklace. "A gift to welcome our children." He gently put it on me. The pearls glowed with an ocean-blue light, reflecting the bottomless love in his eyes. Back in the Northern Wasteland, Cassius still wouldn't give up. He kept sending magic spirit-birds with voice messages, full of pathetic regret and begging.

Both of them are looking at me attentively while waiting for me to speak. A long time ago in the Northern Hemisphere across the seven seas, there was a beautiful maiden named Riztine who lived in a small village known as Goldwings. The village only has a few numbers of women compared to men, and Riztine was the fairest of them all. All of the bachelors in the village and some who live in the nearby town are doing the best they can to impress her and they even fight against each other in order to win her heart.

"He is the King." "He is a thief," Benjamin snapped, his gaze never leaving the screen. "He stole what was mine." The music swelled, and the camera angle changed to capture the entrance of the bride. Emma appeared at the cathedral doors, a vision in white silk and silver embroidery, her dark hair elegantly arranged beneath a crown of white gold and sapphires. She stood for a moment, framed in the doorway with Elijah beside her, her green eyes bright with an emotion that was unmistakably joy.

Chapter 3. THE BRIDE IN RED. —— ♣ —— Two days had passed quickly. And no matter how hard she'd tried to escape it, she was getting married today. It was her reality. The silk of the gown clung to Millicent's body like a second skin. She was covered in the Red Devils traditional bridal colour. Blood red and gold that shone under the chandelier light. Millicent looked at her dress, red for power and gold for legacy. It was the traditional bridal dress of their empire. Even at her own wedding, she was just another possession of the Red Devils.

She was just a little child who lost everything and was trapped in the water in her attempt to find her necklace. We were taken down and finally, we were almost blinded by the sudden light. When we were able to look, the fishes had gone and all we saw were shiny things, the place was a bed of Gold, decked with silver, rubies, and Jade. We saw a skeleton with a large golden crown on its head and there were even more shiny things enclosed in cases. Bloom sat on the Gold. "I'm sorry Kimberly." She said and her look was something I couldn't take.

Long silk curtains hang in every corner, perfectly matching the glittering diamond and gold mozaics on the floor "It's not called golden because of the walls," Tamara explains. "But because any woman that passes it has a golden future." It really looks like the stuff dreams are made of. At the end of the Golden Path, two huge doors engraved with the names of all past kings stand alone, guarded by two warriors. Lady Tamara shows them the little note that she received earlier and they nod, opening the doors. "Welcome, Your Grace. The king is waiting for you." When they step inside, Astrid holds her breath. She doesn't understand why, but her entire body feels electrified.