Mal Descendants 2 Coronation Dress Novels & Stories

As I’m high-fiving Reuben, I’m suddenly aware that Pachelbel has become Bach’s Air on the G String. My breath catches as I look up and Leda, accompanied by Mathias’ second son Felix, is resplendent in the doorway. The dress is beautiful: the delicate silk sheath, shifting to lilac as the light hits it, fits her like a glove; the blue lace over the gentle sweetheart neckline giving only a hint of cleavage in keeping with royal etiquette. The sheath has a lace overlay, including sleeves which flow out until just about the elbow; a nod to the Regency dresses of my lifetime. They finish in cuffs tight to the wrist and decorated with dark blue and silver beads. The same beads which decorate the l

Today was the day I'm officially crowned as a princess again, it's a bit late but we have had a rough year, I was wearing a knee-high green dress with silver high heels, I was looking at myself in the mirror when Gabbie walks in also wearing a dress. "Wow don't you look amazing" she smiles hugging me, her and Justin are doing well as mates it's so sweet, she was always scared that she'd never find her mate it's incredible that she's actually mated to my cousin, now we're actually family well we were before anyway. "Thanks, my mum picked it out for me it's actually the one she wore for her coronation as queen" I smile, looking at myself I really loved it. "Well come on, you can't be late to y

"A round of applause for the Celebrant as we welcome him and His mother in grand style to the high table" all the guests quickly moved forward to take their places as they welcomed Prince Williams who was accompanied by his mum to the hall. Mrs. Farchester was gorgeously dressed in her red gown, the gown was none compared to others, it had a Christal design from the neckline to the tail, the gown was made from the finest of Silk., It shone so brightly that the Chandeliers also assisted in the distribution of colors.

Kayah’s Point of View The castle shifted into a magical hall for my coronation. Seven’s people did their utmost best to turn the dark castle into something out of fairy tales. Instead of its usual black, Seven finally agreed to temporarily change the paint into blue and white just for tonight. My gown was a royal blue ball gown. It was the same gown that was passed down from generations. The original design was preserved and never altered. It was seemingly the gown adjusted to fit the Queens of generations.

I ask my head maid, a very tall and sophisticated woman who has been serving the throne since she was a child. "No more then 20 minutes your highness; we are right on schedule." Petunia explains with an efficient nod. Arabella and Nora (two of my personal maids – I have four in total) woke me up at just 4:30 this morning, as apparently I had to have the equivalent of a full spa treatment to get ready for my coronation at eleven. It is happening in an ancient church Alex's great granddad had erected for ceremonies such as this. My dress is absolutely stunning, made of the finest golden silk, with white flowers embroidered into the bottom of the gown reaching upwards, and the most luxury pearl

I don’t know how, but every event we’d had, she somehow managed to find a dress that topped every previous dress she had worn, and her coronation gown was no different. Alessia had again done a wonderful job creating a dress for her. The deep green sheer fabric was embroidered with everything sparkly, into swirling, leafy, floral patterns. She placed the whole thing over a nude dress, and a velvet belt cinched in at her tiny waist. I had actually gotten to be a part of the process this time, unlike with our mating ceremony, and I had been happy to see at our most recent visit with her and Matthias that they had finally marked each other. It seemed that June’s sacrifice broke not only the cur

One of the very nice ladies that had been helping me all morning smiles, while more women holding boxes and a long dress bag enter the room, as like this morning, walked at a very fast pace. Handing my half-drunk coffee back to Lizzie, I get up from my chair and stand in front of the bag, the gown I was due to wear for this event hidden inside. I actually didn’t know what this dress looked like, it is tradition that the King designed not only the crown his mate was going to wear for her coronation but also, what her gown looked like. Apparently, this coronation will be the first event he shows me off in, so according to the men I spoke to, it was his decision what his property should look li

They made me fall deeper in love with them each and every day. The same Royal Seamstress that created my Coronation dress would be designing this one as well. Py, Nae, Celeste, and I walked into the studio that Tameetha set up in the castle. There were beautiful dresses on mannequins. The diversity in colors and fabrics showed that she was a master of her craft.

However, the maids there didn't really believe her, because they could see how shocked and worried Mila was. "Is there anything we can do to help?" asked one of the maids there, meanwhile, there were three other maids who came into the room, carrying a beautiful dress for Mila to wear. The dress looks so beautiful and red. Yes, Mila's wedding dress will be red and will be followed up with her coronation where she will wear a purple dress, but that is for the next day's event. It was just that, for now, Mila doesn't want to talk about dresses at all. She just wanted to see what happened to him now.

I told him. Dominic had to join my father and the others as his coronation started very soon. The party has already started and I’m sure Charles is looking for me as we speak. But the pain from earlier is still bothering me and I didn’t feel like going down to the ballroom until it was time for Dominic to take the crown as king. I stood up and glanced at myself in the full length mirror. Mama had picked my dress for tonight. The dress goes just below the knees and it flares out. It’s a lavender color with lots of lace with matching shoes.