Mal Descendants 2 Coronation Dress Novels & Stories

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 next day* The festival preparations has been taking place, the palace has been decorated with the best and most expensive flowers were spread everywhere. The festival field were filled with the citizens trying to make sure everything else goes as it was planned. Crimson wore the best Royal gown the one her father gave to her during her first coronation when he first got sick and felt he needed to retire, the gown brought so much memories of her dad to her, how he died all of a sudden remain a Shocked to everyone.

Their colors popped against my dark strands, and I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Elyse applied a final swipe of red lipstick to my lips, stepping back to admire her work. "You look absolutely perfect. Like a true Queen." I smiled again. My throat was bare. It would soon be adorned with a ruby necklace, similar to Sam's. Small rubies dangled from my ears, and a simple gold bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My dress was black and red, massive and encrusted with gemstones. I could barely walk in it, but apparently, this was how coronation dresses looked in this realm. Except for Elle, considering she was dressed in lingerie and a see-through dress. Very lust-like.

I was completely entranced by the gown and insisted on trying it on immediately. As I stood infront of the dressing room mirror, I knew that this was the coronation dress. It was formal, yet modest. It had a V-neck with flared 3-quarter sleeves and the hem sat just above my knees witha slight slit. The hemline was frilly and the colors blended together perfectly. It was perfect for the occasion. Azak walked up behind me and as he looked me up and down his eyes flashed that gorgeous fire orange of his. I had never seen hunger in a man's eyes before, but as I stood there I could see it in his, and I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

I commented. So, he, his wife and Mr. Duncan, will be here in the next few hours at this point. I booked them on the red eye. Mr. Mac said he didn’t want to wait, he got worried when I wouldn’t give him any idea what this was about. I told him everything was fine, but he wasn’t soothed. She said furrowing her eyebrows. Of course, he hates not knowing what’s going on. Jaz chuckled. I laughed. That’s fine, Cloie. Please make sure to have a car waiting for them, send Spyder and Spencer, they know them. I instructed. You got it. Cloie chirped. Our moms and grams have the coronation ceremony and food and the like covered. Everyone has been working since very early this morning. The only thing le

I'm so excited and couldn't wait, I wonder who it is. I just hope she is the woman I wish for. After dressing myself up for the occasion, I went downstairs to the celebration hall where the coronation was held. I met my mum at the hall and noticed she was also wearing the same lace attire as my outfits. I look around and notice almost all the Golden wolf pack royal members were all dressed in the same attire. Today my mum looked so beautiful. She was dressed in a gold lace, mixed with different diamonds on it. The gown was long reaching the floor.

And ever since mother passed, she has become the motherly figure to Kael and me. Anna fixed me up. She assisted me from bathing to putting on a one-hundred-and-twenty-thousand-franc outfit. The gown is royal blue in color with a hundred and fifty diamonds on the chest plate. A marvelous hand paint was embroidered at the ends of the gown. It lit up my mood. Francis never disappoints. I ought to thank him for this. “We should pair this gown with your diamonds, your Highness,” she suggests. Apart from being my closest maid, she knows all about my jewelry and whatever treasure there is in my room.

How I disliked the blood moons. I shook my head. I should stop thinking about the marriage instead and focus on my coronation. In an hour, I'll be up on that pavilion crowned alpha of the pack and I was both jittery and excited about it. Camila came in holding a dress. "This will fit well for the coronation don't you think?" she asked holding a dress. Honestly, I hated dresses and I never wore them since I became a teenager. But it seems riding boots and jeans wouldn't be fit for a coronation so I nodded smiling at her as she raised it in front of me. "Indeed fit, Camila,"

Maison noticed the dress hanging on a hook, he pointed in out. “My official presentation dress, I was meant to wear on my 13th birthday, it was meant to be the dress that I was to be announced as heir of the Graystone Pack. I never got to wear it.” I said. I reached out to touch the dress, my fingers tracing the intricate silver embroidery against the midnight-blue fabric. It was smaller than I remembered—made for a child who had never had the chance to grow into her birthright. "Would you like to take it?" Jackson asked quietly.

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.