Red Wedding Robb Stark 소설 & 이야기

“Watch his eyes tomorrow morning. They’ll either be bloodshot or swollen. He’ll either stay up all night or cry like a baby. He’s my brother—I know him.” The next morning at breakfast, I stole a glance at Theodore. Sure enough, his eyes were both bloodshot and puffy. I leaned toward Benedict and whispered, barely able to hide my glee. “You nailed it. What’s the next step?” Benedict shot me a triumphant grin and raised his voice deliberately. “Sansa, I’ve been thinking… Why don’t we have the wedding in Windhaven? The scenery there is gorgeous. “Don’t you love the sea? A beach wedding, with the ocean right in front of you—perfect, right?”

She'd only relented upon learning that I had property. Shirley's mother-in-law joined us onstage and started screaming bloody murder at Gretchen and Shirley. "Like mother, like daughter! I can't believe you had the nerve to ask us for 30 thousand dollars in wedding gifts when your daughter has an STD! We're calling this wedding off!" "Fine, then! You're not getting any of the money back, though! It's mine now!" Gretchen screeched. "How dare you try to get away with my money? I'm not a pushover, you bitch!"

her friend asked, amused. Stacia’s smile turned sly. She pulled a tiny glass vial from her clutch, holding it up between two fingers. The liquid inside shimmered faintly. Bella’s breath caught. “I’ll mix this into his drink,” Stacia said lightly. “Once he marks me, he won’t have a choice.” Her friends gasped, then laughed. “Everything’s fair in love and war,” Stacia added confidently. “And King Stark is mine.” Bella stepped back from the window as if burned.

Skylar's POV The wedding ceremony was a formality and held in Crimson Vale's grand hall before all the assembled lycans. I wore traditional Prima regalia and white robes with gold embroidery that felt heavy against my skin. A crown of silver sat on my head and felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. The metal was cold and uncomfortable and pressed into my temples with each small movement I made. Darius stood beside me and handsome but disinterested and his eyes occasionally flickered toward the crowd. His partner Evan watched supportively from the front row and his presence was a silent reminder that this union meant nothing.

If Vicky wanted to leave, Robin would have to sign off on it. Otherwise, there was no second possibility. *** After a full week of continuous rain, Monday morning finally brought clear skies. The air was pristine, the sunlight pouring down without restraint. The wedding took place under the watchful eyes of the entire city. That same day, Daniel collapsed on set and was rushed to the hospital, but the news was quickly buried beneath the overwhelming wedding coverage. At Bran Estate, Robin's wedding was far more low-key than Liam's had been. Only close family and friends from both sides were invited; all other business and political figures attempting to curry favor were firmly turned away.

Chapter 4 - Red Wedding. Rosie pov Today was my wedding day. I was getting married against my will. I swallowed hard, keeping my head tilted back to ensure the tears wouldn’t split and stain the thick layer of makeup they’d plastered onto my face or the emotions choking me, but I couldn't let them out—not with the team of women parading around me, watching my every move and correcting me to be an ‘obedient wife to her husband’. They had been here for a week, fitting me into dresses and bathing me in products I’d never thought I would ever use in my life.

With their hands intertwined, he led her out of the room, his steady presence giving her the courage to face whatever came next. At the Ashford family estate, Older Mr. Ashford and Sebastian’s relatives sat around the expansive dining table, waiting for the arrival of their nephew and his bride. The anticipation was palpable. After years of trying to pair Sebastian with women from prominent families, they were eager to meet the woman he had finally chosen. “Young Master and his bride have arrived,” the head-maid announced.

Still… they’re beautiful. But my eyes fall lower—to the hem of the dress I’m still wearing. The silver of my wedding gown glimmers dully in the light. The faint wine stain is still etched into the fabric near the bottom, like a scar that hadn’t been scrubbed away. I glance at the nightrobe still draped across the bed, untouched, and shake my head with a dry smile. I’m not changing. Let Baelorin choke on the symbolism. I pull open the chamber doors and step into the hall, wedding dress rustling softly around my ankles, wine stain proudly trailing behind me like a banner of rebellion.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, needing a distraction. The internet had exploded. Headlines screamed across every tabloid and news site: “The Red Wedding: Onyx Heiress Marries Black Claws Alpha in Blood-Soaked Ceremony” “Blood Wedding Shocks Elite: Gunshots, Death, and Vows” “Omega Bride Covered in Blood: Inside the Most Terrifying Wedding of the Year”

"No big deal. I don't even like that candy anyway. It contains a lot of calories and would take tremendous workouts to burn off. Thanks for the thoughts, though." He sensed something off with my tone, but my face gave nothing away. He knelt on the bed, wrapping an arm around me. "We haven't gone out in forever. How about the day after tomorrow? Dinner and a movie? You dumped your old clothes, right? I'll buy you new ones. And marriage... We talked about it before. I've been swamped, but I'll get you a ring, okay?" He had been promising to marry me for five years. Now it was just a joke.