Novel & Cerita Ron And Hermione Wedding

Hers was ice. "Take care of her," Aldric said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. Orion nodded once, sharp and certain. "I will." Her father stepped back, and suddenly it was just the two of them, standing before the priest and gods and witnesses. "Dearly beloved," the priest began, his voice carrying through the temple. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Crown Prince Orion of Camelot and Princess Adrienne of Silvara. This marriage joins not only two souls, but two kingdoms in alliance and friendship."

"My conscience is clear because I haven't done anything wrong. As for you…" Shirley hurriedly stopped her. "Mom, everyone's here to celebrate my marriage. Don't spout nonsense just because you're drunk!" Gretchen stopped and composed herself when she heard that. Then, she said to me, "I didn't say anything. I was just chatting with Shirley's in-laws." Shirley relaxed. She turned to me with a smile and said, "See, Mel? Mom didn't say anything. Let's talk about this after the wedding, okay? We can work things out as a family."

"We don't allow slaves at weddings! Especially not dressed like... like—" Her words caught in her throat when she really looked at me. Salvatore had made me wear a beautiful emerald-green dress that matched his piercing eyes. The fabric was smooth as silk, expensive enough to cost more than Percy’s entire wedding party combined. Her face turned an ugly shade of red as jealousy and rage bubbled inside her. "I want Hermione here instead!" Percy stomped her foot like a spoiled child. "Not this... this garbage!" The whole room became completely silent. I saw Ron standing behind Percy, his body shifting uncomfortably as if he needed to escape. His eyes darted between me and Percy like he was expe

I brushed a hand over her silver-soft hair. “Your father will come back,” I whispered in a soft voice. “He has to. He can not leave us alone, I believe he is alive and he will come back for us…” I said in a heavy, tearful voice. *** The day of the wedding came far too quickly. I looked outside my window to find the pack decorated with beautiful flowers, banners, and music echoed. The tables were laid with food and wine. Ronan has made a great effort to make the wedding grand. Werewolves from every corner of the kingdom have been invited to the wedding, because it was not only the wedding.

The scene started on the day of their marriage occurred in the afternoon. Everyone looked happier than ever. Ashina was in her best look and had worn the best dress ever. She was decorated in all white color crafted with the best weddings of all the werewolves. Conri on the other hand looked handsome amongst all the Werewolves and gifted a piece of the ring to Ashina. Corni said, "the ring will always remember our love and that too, and do not want Ashina to be lost". She will always remain with me and this ring will remind us of our love. The wedding seemed to be the biggest of all the werewolves. "Conri!! Hail the King, our master. The public said we congratulate our master with the marria

"This is what we've always wanted right? To get married and live happily ever after." "Yes b-but-" "Shhhh, don't think about anything else." Zedekiel whispered softly. "Just focus on me. Forget the vows. You don't need to say anything. Here." He placed a silver ring on Ron's palm then presented his fingers. "Put it on me." Prince Ron stared at the ring then Zedekiel's hand. This was not how he wanted his wedding to go. It wasn't lively. Everyone were standing like statues. The whole thing seemed eerie.

Ronan's POV The sun bathed the entire pack grounds in warm gold as the final touches were being made to the twin wedding set-up. I stood in front of the large floral archway, the scent of roses and jasmine mixing with the earthy scent of the woods around us. Two platforms, two altars, one for Selene and me, the other for Keiran and Nelly. It felt surreal. After everything, betrayals, battles, and pain, we had all somehow made it here.

“Roman Thorne’s fiancée, so it’s true?” “They’re really getting married?” Camera shutters went mad. Phones shot upward as the news spread like fire across social media. Roman Thorne’s wife to be spotted at the Orion Gala! #ThorneWedding trended before they even reached the carpet. Roman placed a firm hand at the small of Elena’s back, guiding her toward the entrance. His touch was possessive, protective, or maybe both. And though she could feel the heat of his palm even through the silk, Elena only smirked wider.

Finally, a rough, heavy dark wooden mask lined with wolf fangs and bone shards was clamped over my face, blocking my vision. "Escort the Luna to the ceremony hall!" Lyra sighed in relief. Trapped in the mask’s darkness, I was half-carried through stone corridors, ears filled with hushed whispers and distant trumpets—the signal for the wedding to begin. "Poor thing, she’s shaking nonstop..." "Shh! Orders are the ceremony must proceed..." "Did the scheduled noble bride run off? Is this a replacement?" "Captain Edmund’s situation is also problematic..." My heart raced. Replacement? Like me? Had the crying bride fled, and I’d been grabbed to take her place? The sobbing girl...

“Son, could you please introduce our new Luna?” “Gladly,” Ronan smiled, standing up. He scanned the crowd, then his eyes found mine, my heart accelerating with each step he took as he strode in my direction. I can’t control the grin taking over my face. This is it? I can’t believe it’s happening. I’m going to be the next Luna of this pack and also Ronan’s wife. My grin disappears when he comes to a halt, at the table next to mine. He offers his hand to a girl dressed in a gold dress.