Sofia The First A Royal Wedding Novels & Stories

𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙤 𓆙 ꧁꧂ Sɪsᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ʟᴀᴡ ꧁꧂ Today was a big day, in the Windsor's Dynasty Kingdom, the most powerful kingdom of all times. A big ceremony was occurring, on this glorious summer day. It was the marriage ceremony of Prince Luciano , the first child of the Queen and King of the Windsor Dynasty kingdom, and Princess Angel, the one and only child of the queen and king of the Romanov's Dynasty Kingdom. After many years, the castle was filled with joy and euphoria. Everyone were gathered together, celebrating and enjoying their time with each other side. *the bride's room*

Around her neck, the black diamond necklace gleamed harshly under the intense light, stinging my eyes. That necklace was once the token of the marriage alliance between Vincenzo and me. He had caressed the gem and promised he'd love me forever. But now, as his fingers lightly brushed the clasp on Sofia's neck, the tenderness in his eyes was something I had never seen in all our 12 years together. Sofia was dressed in the dark red silk gown he loved most, casting her eyes down with a soft smile in the salty sea breeze. She was every bit the picture of the family's Madre.

"So you've finally learned. And don't forget, even though you used to be the Costa family's principessa, you're still a long way from becoming our don's donna." The sound of her heels gradually faded away. Around the room, several family members exchanged glances. Some looked at me with sympathy, while others seemed indignant on my behalf. Yet no one dared to say a word. Everyone knew that I was Antonio Rossi's fiancée and the future donna of the Rossi family. However, everyone also knew that the person he truly kept by his side, trusted, and favored was his consigliere, Sofia. Three months ago, Antonio had poached Sofia from a smaller family and directly appointed her as the family's consig

Caesar opened his right hand, and inside the ring box, a huge ruby was quietly lying, "Lola, would you like to be my only Omega, become my wife?" Lola covered her mouth, and after a long while, she leaned over and hugged Caesar. She said softly, "I do." - The news about Caesar about to marry a regular Asti woman ignited the whole night in two hours. The programmer in charge of running the social medium had to deal with this news that had exploded to the point of paralyzing the server, cursing with red eyes in the middle of the night. Just after expanding the capacity to a suitable size, the official confirmation news in the morning paralyzed the app again.

please refuse this marriage I beg you! "It's a very delicate situation Sofia... very delicate... I can't just refuse such a union!" "Have you gone crazy? You're going to marry me off like this for the sake of honor? You're crazy! Father no, refuse, say I'm disgusted... that I'm disgusted with him. Say I'm a lesbian and I intend to marry Judith soon and we're very happy... invent something, but I'm not marrying Petro He! Have you ever thought about Mirella? Have you thought about her feelings? She woke up early today and came back with a bunch of bags full of panties waiting for a wedding that is not going to happen... do something! I refuse to accept this marriage!"

They didn't even laugh at what I said so I coughed. “The wedding is on Sunday, are you going to attend, Princess Sofia? And who's that boy beside you? Is that your boyfriend?” the queen asked me so I turned to Travis. The man who looked at me was restless. I knew he was nervous so I held his hand under the table. I smiled at him, I wanted to calm him down. "He's my husband," I answered the queen with a smile. “Wow! Is he the father of your twins?” "Yes, your majesty," I politely promised him. It was applauded and looked at Queen Isabella.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.

He kept his eyes fixed forward, as if I were invisible. A tall, regal-looking man stood up from his seat next to the Alpha. "Let us enjoy this feast!" he declared, raising his goblet high. "Our Alpha, our King, our Lord, The First of his kind, has conquered lands for us to thrive for centuries now! Soon, the world will be ours. Let us celebrate and be merry!" A roar of cheers erupted, but it felt forced, tense. I could feel eyes darting toward me, whispers passing like waves through the crowd. I stayed rooted in my seat, too afraid to move or draw more attention.

Now I know why he couldn't pick my call earlier. *********** My mouth is in my palms when I say, "Oh my god." The two of them break the embrace but they remain covered in the sheets, as if covering their nakedness is the most important thing to them right now. "Sofia?" Edward says, his face morphing into a world of confusion. "Sofia?" adds Timothy, as if he cannot believe that it's me and needs to repeat the name. I avert my eyes. "I can't believe this!"

I was about to give her a response when Damien interrupted us by clearing his throat. "Let's get back to your wedding, okay?" He said, darting us a pointed look which made Sofie flustered. "Okay." I huffed. He nodded. "Good." Before taking his place as the wedding officiant, between Sofie and I. "Are you ready to get your last name changed?" I muttered, to which Sofie smiled. "Yes, I am. Let's do this." She replied. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered together today in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation to join together our dear Sofie Diaz and Roman Giovanni in holy matrimony. " Damien began, and I felt Sofie's hands turn clammy in my hold.