Silent Crown: The Masked Prince's Bride Novels & Stories

Lucian caught her, then barked: “No remorse. Bind her. Throw her to the wolves. She stays there until she begs for forgiveness!” The pack lunged. Just as fangs flashed toward my throat—two voices thundered through the night: “Release my sister!” “Touch my future bride,” came the second voice. “And you answer to the Blood Prince.”

The priest asked and I took a deep breath before replying. "I do," I said. "According to the law of the Seat of Rossi, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You can crown her your queen, your majesty." The priest said as some of the maids walked over with the golden crown adorned with rubies. Adrian removed my veil before taking the crown. "As I crown you my queen, I want you to know that no matter what, I will chose you as my queen. Overall." He said and I could almost be convinced that this is real if I didn't know deep down that this was all a contractual thing. "Will you be my queen, Camila?"

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

Couples twirling across the polished floor, their masks turning every face into mystery. “Breathe,” Alexander murmured, his words meant for only my ears. The King had already been announced. His escort for the evening was one of his concubines. She was gorgeous and looked good on his arm. Kyle and Lucia were the next to be announced, and their presence silenced the room. Despite their non-genuine intentions, they were gorgeous and made the entire room gawk in awe. I looked pathetic in comparison to Lucia and even more so on the arm of Prince Alexander, who was hot as sin.

like me, it was a death sentence. I looked at Silas, my eyes pleading. Help me. Silas looked at the crowd, then back at me. His grip on my hand tightened. I expected him to defend me, to tell them I was exempt. Instead, he narrowed his eyes. "The bride will participate," Silas announced, his voice booming like thunder. "But she will not be the prey." He looked at Kaelin, a dark, lethal smile spreading across his face. "She will hunt with me."

For royal matings, the mark is usually given in public, but today, when the officiant carries out the ceremony and asks Cedric to give me the mark, the king refuses. I stare at his chest, a hollow feeling in my own. Why am I not surprised? “Princess Vivian.” The officiant, an older man, glances at me, his gaze filled with contempt. “You are now queen of the Northern Wolf Kingdom. Please lower your head so that I may place the crown upon it.”

The grand hall seemed to hold its breath as the figure’s words reverberated through the silence. Sienna stood frozen, her mind racing as the masked figure’s gaze locked onto hers. She could feel her pulse thudding in her ears, the weight of the moment pressing down on her chest. Every breath felt like a battle, as though the air itself had become too thick to breathe. "I serve the First Queen," the figure’s voice echoed again, soft but chilling. "You may wear her crown, but you have not yet inherited her power."

Abruptly, he drops down to one knee. A gasp of shock rings throughout the room. “Lycan Princess Sylvia Adelie Flint,” Wilson begins, looking up at Sylvia as he clutches her hand, “Will you marry me?” Tears start to well up in the corners of Sylvia’s eyes, but they’re tears of joy, not sadness. “Yes!” She exclaims delightedly. “Yes, I will marry you!” Wilson stands up straight and immediately pulls Sylvia into his arms. Just as the two begin to kiss passionately, making me blush a little at the sight of it, the Lycan King clears his throat gruffly.