Romans & histoires Mal Descendants 2 Coronation Dress

It was hard to feel celebratory when I knew how many people had died so that I would rule. There was a rustle outside the door before it swung open abruptly, and a pile of fabric walked in - well, a pile of fabric carried by my new mother-in-law. “Ah, there are my beautiful daughters,” the petite woman beamed, hanging my ball gown from the canopy frame of my bed. Mama Valenti, as she had insisted on me calling her, had pulled out all the stops for the coronation. She had even roped in her many, many sisters into helping with the “event of the century” as she declared it would be.

“No, but thank you. I’ll leave you with Amon to finalize the coronations.” With only an hour to go till the three kings abdicate their thrones to me. Nefertari and her wolves walked into my chambers. In her hands was a pure white gown, embroidered with gold and deep purple. With in the intricate designs of the embroidery were blessing in my native tongue of Enochian. Looking up at her and surprise written all over my face. “Where did this dress come from?” She answered me hesitantly, “Little Goddess, to be truthful I thought one of the angels commissioned the gown. It's too beautiful not to wear.” Maybe one of the angelic guardians did have it made for this very setting. “Yes I agree, it’s t

'Hopefully, with our new lives here in Mysteria, it is something we will hear frequently,' Magnus grins. Composing myself after my fit of laughter, I hold the beautiful emerald blue dress against my body. It has stunning gold embroidery along the neckline that meets in the middle and continues halfway down the dress. The embroidery continues around the hem of the dress. The back laces up, and the dress has a built-in corset under the soft fabric. 'I'll send May in to help you lace up the dress,' Magnus says and leaves the room. Alec follows him out. I begin undressing and step into the dress and pull my arms through. May knocks and enters. She wears a dress like mine but burgundy.

Kale suggested picking a dress "I don't like blue dress" she rejected "How about this mangolia colored one?" "I have no crown to go with it" "Why are you being like this my princess? Just pick one already" Rali cried frustrated. A knock come on the door and Rali drop the dress in her hands to go answer the door, a maid came in carrying a small box "Your highness, Prince Briny sent you a dress" Rali said excitedly and took the box from the maid She place it on the bed and Mitchel stand up to open the box, there is a really beautiful white glittering long dress with a beautiful crown decorated with diamonds

Inside the grand entrance hall, his portrait hung once again above the royal staircase. Thousands of citizens filled the estate grounds beneath massive ceremonial banners representing the Bradley Pack, Silvercrest Pack, and Northsmith Kingdom. Music echoed beautifully across the territory while council elders, Alphas, executives, warriors, and citizens gathered for the coronation ceremony. Inside the royal chambers, Nadia stood silently before the massive mirror while attendants finished adjusting the final diamonds across her outfit. She barely recognized herself anymore. The outfit shimmered beneath the golden lights like moonlight woven into fabric. Silver diamonds traced elegant patterns

Seb and Greyson go to their room to complete the bond in private. The following morning, Celine is again whisked away to Fi’s room to get ready. The dress for the Coronation is much more intricate in its detailing. The underdress is a sleeveless silver-grey silk dress that hugs her body perfectly and flares at the hip forming a wide skirt which ends at her ankles. The overdress is black floral lace covered in tiny teal beads and sequins, all hand sewn on. With long sleeves held tight to her forearms with small buttons.

"I'm pretty sure if Emperor Nikolas had seen you now, he would have been very proud of you." I laughed and glanced down at my coronation attire— the Supertunica, the long coat of gold silk and embroidered ermine cape that reached my ankles. Its crimson velvet was heavily rimmed with gold and silver threads. My royal surcoat was also woven with intricate lace and the national emblem featuring a double-headed eagle.

she stated honestly as Nadazhda blushed shyly. They helped her with her dress. The gown was long and swept the ground, but she didn't complain because she loved it. The upper part of the dress hugged her bosom that nearly spilt them. If not for the net used to design the front, the two oranges would have fallen from the sack. From her waist downward, it was free in a flare shape. She twirled around in the dress, feeling like a regal Queen without a King. But she had a King. Nadazhda wished he could see her now, but she knew it was impossible because it was forbidden for them to meet a day before or on the coronation day, yet he visited her last night worried about her.

We had asked the officials to push the coronation back due to the events which has happened recently, but they immediately told us no saying it would be the best distraction not only for us, but the entire Kingdom. So I was now stood in my coronation grown, staring at myself in the mirror wondering where all of this was going to go. Axel hadn’t only picked out what my crown was to look like, he also had a say on my dress too. He had picked out an emerald green off the shoulder ballgown, it had sparkly pieces going from the bodice all the way down to the skirt, it was absolutely beautiful. The women who had helped me get into the dress took a step back smiling, but before they could utter a w

The engagement ceremony Sebastian orchestrated for me was held at St. Mary’s Cathedral, the most august landmark in the city. White roses carpeted the streets for miles, every petal steeped in the sweet fragrance of absolute power. I wore a bespoke, hand-stitched lace gown, its voluminous train borne by six bridesmaids. Sebastian stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on me with unashamed fervor and devotion. Just as the priest was about to administer the vows, the heavy oak doors of the cathedral were flung open.