Medieval Wedding Dresses Novels & Stories

He said after a brief silence. Her throat dried, she never expected this answer. He looked up and stared at her. Why didn't you marry? She found herself asking. Because, I didn't like her. She isn't fit to be a Queen. He said and she looked up. So, do you like me? She asked. I loved you, ever since the day I met you. He groaned and her eye widened... I don't understand. Which day was that? She asked her voice laced with curiosity. The Masked Festival..... T. B. C

More like, I have never dreamt that such a wonderful dress existed. “Umm…this…isn’t a wedding dress, is it?” I asked suspiciously. Since I wasn’t from a royal family, I have never seen a royal wedding dress and definitely not one from the Flame Dragon Empire or the city of Darukai. “Of course, it is, My Lady. Well, to be precise, this is a minimized or simple version of the real wedding dress. It is not for wearing on the day of the wedding itself but worn for a month after the wedding,” the maid replied and started to explain the details of the customs here in the empire.

With no generator or so to put up the electricity interruption. But she suddenly jolted, she can't see any sign of electrical wirings all over the place there's not even a light bulb over the ceiling but a plain and empty one. Are they too poor for it? She scanned back the mother whose hands are still caressing her cheeks and Alani who sat at the bedside right beside her knee. Wait?! Why are the dresses so peculiar? It seems like it's.. Wait a minute. AM I IN MEDIEVAL TIMES? These women beside her dressed simpler than she expected but she knew that these kinds of dresses are used in medieval times. She had studied it before. They must be some kind of peasants or serfs, if she may say.

Two days later, I stood in my family’s foyer, the weight of the gown heavy on my shoulders. It was a masterpiece of black velvet and silver filigree, beautiful and severe. The room was filled with wedding gifts from the Prince’s allies—caskets of aged blood-wine, chests of moon-forged chalices, ancient tapestries depicting scenes from the Long Night. A fortune in grim splendor. My parents approached me, their steps hesitant. My mother wrung her hands.

A smile formed on his face as he muttered, “For that, we need to go back to my room.” Taking my hand just like earlier, we returned to his bedroom, and without any further delay, Nicholus made a beeline toward the walk-in closet. As soon as he flung the doors open, my breath got stuck in my lungs as I took in the most picturesque view unfolding right in front of my eyes. Displayed in the middle of the room, under the bright lights, were our wedding dresses on the mannequins standing side by side. My eyes ran down my breathtaking ivory wedding gown made of the finest net fabric. I instantly fell in love with the stunning dress. The corset was embellished with hand-embroidered Alencon lace of

She whispered as she loosened her hold on my hand and stepped back. “I’m yours,” I mouthed at her, making her smile wider. I watched her walk away from me as she eventually joined the rest of those who would participate. The wedding was a black-tie affair, and women were requested to wear dark-colored dresses so only the princess would be donned in white. Iris, despite wearing the color black, looked young and carefree in her off-the-shoulder neckline evening dress.

The room overflowed with rolls of silk, delicate lace, shimmering beads, and sketches spread across several long tables. The master dressmaker bowed respectfully. "Your Highness." Nova looked around in astonishment. "What is all this?" Lyra smiled. "Preparations." Nova suddenly understood. "The wedding." The words felt almost unreal as she spoke them aloud. The dressmaker unrolled several elegant sketches. "I've prepared a few possibilities." Each design was beautiful. One featured flowing silver embroidery inspired by moonlight. Another incorporated intricate blackthorn vines stitched in silver thread, symbolizing the union of two kingdoms.

But what caught her attention was the gorgeous sets of dresses displayed on a rack at the end of her bed. “These are the prepared dresses for the wedding. My lady must pick three of them for the wedding, the wedding dinner and the wedding dance.” The servant reminded Raimere before going out with a flurry of silent footsteps. Looking at the over thirty sets of dresses made Raimere’s head throb. She raised her hand to massage her temples with a listless look in her pupils. “What am I doing? Why did I not run when that damn Celine brought me out of the Celeste clan?”

My family and I are currently staying at Dante’s guesthouse, because of the old tradition of the bridegroom not being allowed to see the bride before the wedding. I got up from my bed and walked towards my wedding gown as it stood on the mannequin. It was a magnificent work of art made of silk and lace, embellished with a diamond bodice and an illusion Sabrina neckline adorned with scattered Swarovski crystal beading. It had an open screen back as well. Running my fingers over the bodice, my thoughts go straight to today and what it would lead to. They would expect a lot of me and this marriage. My position as a Dragonetti wife would depend on how effectively I would be prepared to please Da

He’d never believed the married men about women taking forever to get ready, but he was starting to believe it now. He had just started to sit back in the chair, when he heard the bathroom door open and he glanced round to see Kara. He had expected her to wear the black dress he had bought for her for his brother’s wedding. Instead she was wearing a pale green lace and satin dress, which bared both her shoulders. Sleeves hung from just below the curve of her shoulder, to below her elbows and ended in sheer lace trimming that was a recollection of wide-sleeved medieval dresses. The dress fell in soft waves to just above her knee, hinting at a slim figure below the soft curves the dress acc