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

I pressed my thumb to the wax, sealing it with blood instead of gold. The message was clear: the silent queen does not kneel. Outside, the servants moved with a little more urgency now, as if they felt the approaching crack in their perfect routine. I passed them all like smoke, unseen but undeniable. In the great hall, preparations were being made for a feast—Sebastian’s distraction. One final performance. But I wouldn’t play the mute little bride this time. No dresses. No painted smile. I’d wear my scars like regalia and sit at his right not as a trophy—but as a threat.

Both were dashing as they strode to the aisle of their waiting townsmen. "Where is Prince Ares?" I overheard the murmurs circulating around. "Prince Ares is not attending?" "Why is Prince Ares not around?" "I was expecting him!" "The first prince must be busy," Thiara whispered to me. "That Prince Ares they're talking about is the first prince. That one in black and white is the second, Prince David, and that in blue attire is the youngest, Prince Martin." "But although he is busy, he must have showed up even just for a few moments since everyone is expecting him."

Your prince SEBASTIAN, The priest then blesses the couple, joins their hand together, and asks, "Do you take Prince Cynfael Augustus Hearst Clemente as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" I pulled off my mask from my mouth, as well as the needles that had been lodged in my body. "I do." The best man gives the bride’s ring to the priest, who blesses it and hands it to the groom to place on the bride’s finger. Then, the maid of honor gives the groom’s ring to the priest, who blesses it and hands it to the bride to place on the groom’s finger.

As Elder William grasped the scepter, his presence transcended the individual, embodying the collective wisdom of the entire council. The beat of the drums reverberated through the air, gradually intensifying, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and anticipation. Two elders followed in Elder William's footsteps, ascending the towering staircase. "Ladies and gentlemen," declared Elder William, stepping into the center, his voice resounding to reach the assembled crowd below the steps. "Today, it is my utmost privilege to announce the betrothal of our esteemed Crown Prince, Kral, to Delia of the Red Moon pack. Standing before you, I represent the revered souls of our fallen brethren, the illus

“You two. You're a husband now, Ryker. You need to be mature." “Hah!" Jarek added his annoying laughter. “As if he can ever be." As the horns of the Southern and Northern packs began to blare in unison, the entire courtyard fell to a hush. And then, there she was. Elora stepped into the light, wrapped in white silk that shimmered like snow under the sun. Her brown hair had been braided into a crown across her head, and tiny pearls dotted her collarbone like stars. A long silver veil trailed behind her, held by Kiara and Anya.

He began to walk forward, scouting the surroundings till he reached a clearing. Horror-filled eyes scanned the scene before him. Red-robed men circled each other, faces contorted in a frenzy of ritualistic zeal. Adrian slowed his search as his heart raced, looking toward the center of the group, where a figure lay on the ground. There lay a woman bound and gagged, utterly defenseless, with eyes popping wide with fear. Adrian's heart skipped. He crouched lower, an idea flashing through his mind that it could be Jenny; but on second glance, he was filled with a strange mix of relief and disappointment-it was not his wife.

The longer my silence went, the harder he squeezed my hand, forcing my face to contract in to a pained expression. "Miss Williamson?" The Priest called out, his tone almost begging me to say the I do out loud. But I wouldn't. I couldn't. I nodded my head again, this time, more aggressively while I tried to desperately pull my hand out of his death grip. Elijah's grip never loosened and I was unsuccessful in breaking out of it. "Move on!" His sudden voice startled the Priest and I. Not wanting to drag along the ceremony, the priest followed Elijah's orders and soon announced us husband and wife.

Even with half his face hidden, she could see his eyes—dark, intense, completely focused on her. "Sold!" The gavel came down with a crack that echoed through the room. "Sold to the Shadowking." The zip ties around her wrists were cut. Strong hands steadied her as her knees buckled. "Mrs. Blackthorne," the masked man's voice was closer now, intimate. "Or should I say, Mrs. Valentino?" Serena's head snapped up. "What?" "The marriage papers were signed the moment I placed the winning bid. You belong to me now."

She started as we climbed down the stairs, and I figured she was showing me the house. Another thing he must have ordered them to do. But something was different as we walked. Eyes were on us, hushed whispers like the one back at Serene’s pack. They were looking at me, their eyes so judgy and so hard. The Alpha’s bride… She can’t speak? A mute Luna? How could a so-called princess be like that? I kept my head down, shame curling in my gut like smoke. The maid stopped in what I assumed to be the dining room, the table assorted with various fruits and breakfast.

Until sweat ran down our skin and the walls echoed with magic and metal. And when we collapsed, breathless, broken, half-laughing I kissed him. And for a second Just one I felt whole. But later that day, word arrived from the temple ruins. A traveler. A witness. Claimed they’d seen something stirring beneath the altar stone. Something with no eyes. Only a mouth. A mouth that whispered in a thousand voices: She is almost ready. And when she wears the Hollow Crown… The world will remember why we were silenced.