Novel & Cerita Silent Crown: The Masked Prince's Bride

King Makens said from behind prince Deacon. Prince Deacon looked around at his father, “Didn’t know you are behind me.” “Have you decided on a bride?” King Makens asked, nodding with his head in the direction of the brides-to-be, all dressed in white. “I will take the one that is left over, no problem,” Prince Deacon said, not caring. “So, who is this fellow?” Prince Duncan asked, looking at king Thorvald and his wife, princess Claire, wondering when she was going to be sworn in as queen of the vampires.

"Are we there yet? " I ask Hunter as I was blindfolded with a piece of cloth so I can't see where he's leading me. "We will be there soon " he says and continue to walk me there. "Okay here we go! " he breathed and release my wrist. I hope you like it " he says and remove the cloth off my eyes. I open my eyes slowly to adjust to the light. I look around for the Suprise, but I couldn't see anything except two cars in front of me. Which one I recognize as a Pink Ferrari and the second I think it's black Bentley.

That way, it could be pronounced that we had become husband and wife. Yet, none of us had moved. The air felt very awkward. I was wearing a sheer satin nightgown as I was staring at my new husband. Meanwhile, the Crimson Warrior didn't even show his face to me during the wedding ceremony until now. He still wore his crimson-colored armor from the wedding ceremony. I couldn't help but blurt a question, "Will you wear your armor when we do it?" The Crimson Warrior then laughed. His laugh made me laugh too. It seemed that we had broken the tension.

Gradually, my nerves calm and my breathing goes back to normal, abiding by his words even though my brain is still in chaos. “Would you stop with whatever the hell it is that you’re doing?” I have no idea how he does it. All I know is that I just want it to stop. Before he has a chance to speak or worse make me stop speaking, I ask one last thing. “What’s our situation exactly? I don’t even know your name.” “My name is Maxwell Barnett and you, Charlie Preston, will be my vampire bride.” He sees my intent to speak, so before a word could come out of my mouth he tells me to remain quiet and listen.

She blinked. He took it out and placed it gently over her head. “You’re ready,” he murmured. “Ready for what, Sir?” He tilted her chin up and stared into her eyes through the wolf mask. “For the ceremony.” Her heart stuttered. “What ceremony?” “The one where you stop being my toy…” His voice dropped an octave. “…and become my bride.” ⸻ The room was black. Everything—the walls, the altar, the candles—was dark. She stood at the center, wearing only the veil and the collar.

At the threshold, the chanting grew louder: a rhythmic incantation in a guttural tongue that set Nyra’s blood on edge. Kaelan pushed the door open a crack. Inside, the reception room had been transformed. Silver banners were replaced by swaths of black silk, and the grand table had vanished. In its place stood an obsidian altar, its surface slick with fresh blood. Lady Maris knelt before it, eyes glazed, while the masked guard captain stood over her, hand pressed to the wound in her side. “The bride approaches,” intoned a hooded priest, his voice echoing against the marble walls.

Red lights glow, and the air is thick with whiskey and want. Twelve masked bidders lounge like predators, their paddles twitching. I sit front row, legs crossed, blazer buttoned to my throat, diamond choker glinting like a collar I’d never wear. I’m here to watch, to feed the secret itch that’s haunted me for years: What if I let go? Just once? Then he steps out. Silas, Ghost to those who whisper his name, materializes like a fever dream. He is shirtless. Inked skin ripples over muscle.

While The Cozy Corner was a dim, informal hangout, The Gilded Lily was classically elegant and undeniably expensive—the typical place Vyr Machiavelli would pick out. “You have good taste, I must say,” she joked, trying to lighten the thick silence. “This place is beautiful.” “Yeah,” he replied coolly. She tried not to roll her eyes. A uniformed doorman opened the massive oak door, and when they stepped in with Kyle trailing behind them, the music volume dropped, and every single head turned to stare. “Here comes Prince Sebastian with his beautiful bride, Thena, and their knight, Kyle!” Rylan drawled, lifting his glass of whiskey in salute with a crooked smile.

She swallowed emphatically and averted her eyes quickly. "Say the vows." The priest repeated, holding a cloth over their hands, which held the rings on it. The dark king took in a deep breath, and looked down at her with seriousness in his eyes. They read their customary vows, and wore their wedding bands, each time, Sinora looked up at the dark prince with slight dissatisfaction on her face. He was certainly not what she expected. "I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The priest announced finally. He leaned closely to her and kissed her forehead. Before Sinora could open her mouth to speak, he briskly turned and walked out of the church.