Sofia The First A Royal Wedding Novels & Stories

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.

It was the same thought that ran through my mind. For a minute, silence swept through the entire hall. A pin’s drop wouldn't have gone unnoticed if one happened to fall right then. “If no one is against this union, I hereby pronounce them husband and wife. The lady Sofia from today would be the Luna of the blood creek pack, and the Lycan queen of the seven kingdoms.” I was elated, my joy knowing no doubt. Dane wrapped me in his arms. He was just as happy as I was. Again, he held my hand in his, leading me down the aisle. Greetings poured from every corner as we walked.

Helena shook her head and said, “Although we do not have this custom, Olivia has a special status. She is the first heir in line to the throne. So, as soon as Grandma passes away, Olivia will have to put aside all of her own personal affairs and put the enthronement ceremony in the first place.” As she spoke, Helen then added, “According to the royal tradition, the new Queen shall not get married or divorced within the first three years after ascending to the throne. This is because the first three years after ascending to the throne is the most critical stage in the establishment of one’s personal as well as royal image. No personal affairs are allowed to cause any interference at such time

Sofia muttered while smiling at her reflection in the mirror. “This might only happen once in a lifetime” “Stop exaggerating, on the day of your wedding, you will be looking more beautiful and glamorous. I assure you” Freya uttered but realised her mistake. “I'm sorry” “It's okay,” Sofia smiled. The reason for the smile was unknown to Freya, which made her really curious. **** William was waiting in the garden as usual. He turned to see Sofia coming, and he was stunned by her beauty. She was more beautiful than he had ever seen her to be. The gown, everything about her was bewitching and enchanting.

Father says. “How could you think I’ll let my adorable daughter marry him?!” Mother shouted. “I absolutely don't want that. That’s why i want to say something.” Father says. I know where this is going. “SOPHIA IS GOING TO MARRY ALEXEI DÈ SOKOLOV”

I wait patiently. When they eventually open, she pins me with a serious (if not somewhat mortified) look and says in a measured voice, “Think of the most elaborate wedding you’ve ever heard or seen pictures of—and then amplify that by, oh… I don’t know,” she shrugs with indignance. “A million percent?” I don’t bat an eye. She presses her palms to the table and leans toward me. “This is a royal wedding, Bailey.” She’s doing everything in her power not to scream this at me in all caps.

On to the reception! They took the customary pictures, with the wedding party, and then the couple, then the parents. After the photographer was done, they all sat down to eat. The tables were gorgeous. They had royal blue napkins, clear crystal dinnerware and glasses. There were royal blue rose arrangements down the center of every table and white candles were lit. "It's time Mrs. Wolfe for our first dance." Jake replied. "Thought you'd never ask husband." Rae replied. "You baby take my breath away. Forever is not nearly long enough my Luna." He whispered.

They call it wedding of the century. Another American married into the royal family. Megan Markle being the first. Something like, Royal Wedding,The crown Prince of Sweden is set to be Married to the daughter of billionaire Jayden Jones. Isabella Fernanda Jones Married Crown Prince Enrique Bernadette of Sweden. And so on and so forth. For the past two months I have been living in Sweden. Alone. Oh not really alone, Claudia was with me for a while before going back to America. But good news is that I have appointed her as my royal adviser and given the status of a countess. I couldn't give her dutches because of some royal protocol.

A husband who wouldn't keep any expectations from me and would silently sign the divorce papers when I ask him to. That's why I chose him to marry. Everything was going as planned in my life. My eyes went to my parents. My Father looked at me proudly while my mother was crying in happiness. This was her dream since forever to see me in a bridal dress. But she knew how different my dream was from hers. I was not born to play a good wife or mother. No, I was born to rule. Rule over my Father's dark kingdom. The white wedding gown was the last step toward my crown. I, Aria Salvatore Knight, was going to be the first female Capo dei capi. The one who was going to make history in the world of org

Damn, Sofia, there's certainly a lot to unpack in your story," I thought. A few days later, Aldridge Group threw a grand charity gala. The event drew the city's most prominent social and influential figures. As Jesse's date, I made my entrance in a bespoke dark blue evening gown. With our arms linked, all eyes in the ballroom were on us. Though Jesse's expression remained composed, his commanding presence and striking looks made him the center of attention wherever he went. While we were mingling with several business tycoons, Theodore arrived with Sofia. They couldn't have shown up at a more inconvenient moment. Sofia had dressed thoughtfully for the occasion. Her long white gown was comple