Sofia The First A Royal Wedding Novels & Stories

Cutting him off, the room fell back into silence. Sovia was getting married to the man of her dreams the fucking golden prince of Babel. My hand clutched the pencil. I groaned. No doubt she was already marching down the aisle with her bouquet of roses, looking ethereal like she was never meant to walk this earth. “Your Highness, are you really not going to attend the wedding? The royal family will not be pleased.” “Do I look like I care?” I paused, arching a brow at Isaac. His head fell, both hands crossed behind his back. I resumed my sketch.

“We will begin planning the wedding immediately.” Queen Sofia narrowed her eyes, her mouth pursed. “We know nothing about her, Maxim. Is she suitable? Who are her people?” Extremely uncomfortable being discussed as though she wasn’t in the room, Michaela shifted in her chair. Sandra’s blue eyes lit with anger. “What does it matter who her people are, Mamma? If Massi loves her he should marry her. That’s the only reason people should ever marry.” “This is not about you, Alessandra,” King Riccardo said curtly. “But she’s right. It’s of no consequence who her people are, or where she comes from. She’s pregnant with Maxim’s heir and that’s all that matters.”

firmly and loudly, Princess Sofia expressed her desire to reject the matchmaking, she can't accept such treatment. "Princess Sofia, what are you talking about? calm down ..." "Father, Mother, Your Majesty Kings Jacob and Queen Liana, I apologize for the inconvenience I have caused by my words. But, deep down, I really can't be Prince Keith's wife. Therefore I beg you to reconsider this matchmaking, because I believe there are still many beautiful and intelligent princesses who deserve to be the wives of future kings from a country as great as this. Therefore, forgive me!" ***

92 Liam The kingdom was alive with excitement for my upcoming wedding with Sophia. Every corner of the palace was adorned with flowers, silks, and banners in shades of gold and cream, the official colors of our union. The cheerful buzz of servants, musicians, and decorators filled the air, but none of it could drown out the suffocating weight in my chest.

Sophia, still unaware her act was fully exposed, clung to Luca’s arm, simpering and pressing herself against him. Luca shoved her away and ordered the wedding canceled. Sophia’s face crumpled. Tears streamed down as she threw herself at him. “Luca, I know your mother doesn’t like me, but we’re married! I’ll work hard to make her love me. I’ll be the daughter-in-law she wants! Please, don’t cancel the wedding!” The next second, Luca shoved the phone with the evidence right in front of her, his voice shaking with rage. “How much longer were you going to lie to me?”

They were hard at work. They had no idea that Zachary was in the presidential suite on the top floor of Wiltspoon Hotel, being interviewed by a bunch of Wiltspoon’s renowned entertainment media about his love for his wife. Zachary and Serenity married at first sight without knowing much about each other and kept the marriage a secret. Since Zachary was the heir of the York family, the paparazzi are dying to find out about his love story. Zachary had been seen around the city, flaunting his relationship with his wife lately, and the paparazzi snapped a lot of their lovely moments together.

She; Sophie Gonzales. Well not anymore she supposed, seeing as she was now well and truly wedded to another man. And that being his brother no less. Sophie was forced to acknowledge that brother now, who had unfortunately become her husband by default as of two minutes ago. She nodded slightly in acquiescence to whatever it was he had said and flicked her gaze back to the cheering crowd. She could see her mother amongst the throng of people. Smiling and doing the happy tears thing even though until a moment ago, she had been very much wearing the same confused look as the rest of the congregation.

She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “Well… they actually kidnapped me, knowing I wouldn’t follow them.” I narrowed my eyes. “And?” “And Alex sent them.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s not what I'm asking you. I mean, what happened after that?!” Sofia blushed. “He wants to marry me, of course… and he wants me to be his bride.” “Was that why he kidnapped you? Which groom in his right mind kidnaps his bride?” Adam blinked between us, confused. Sofia sighed dramatically. “That idiot wanted to surprise me with a ‘secret wedding’ and thought it would be romantic to make it mysterious.”

There was nothing in here that would signify otherwise. I walked into the bedroom, stopping in my tracks. It was a picture of us splashed in a major gossip publication. Nikolai’s hand wrapped around my waist as he walked me over to the car. The headline was what sent shivers down my spine. NIKOLAI LEV AND MYSTERY WOMAN SOPHIA ROSSI: SECRET WEDDING CONFIRMED AS THE POWER COUPLE MAKES THEIR FIRST PUBLIC APPEARANCE. MY hand covered my mouth, stopping my instinct to scream. This wasn't just a fake marriage anymore; to the world, it looked real.

Then the youngest one leans close to my ears, “There were others,” she says, soft. “But no weddings. You are the first.” That sounded strange to me, almost like a lie. I have heard of the brides he had accepted before me. What could they have done that warranted no weddings for them. Why was my own different. I hate being the first when it came to things concerning Lennox. I love to be prepared, to know what monster I am facing. The door opens and my heart almost burst out thinking it was Lennox. A woman walks into the room, Black dress flowing like smoke. She had Dark hair, red lips, and a scar on her chin.