Wedding Dress Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Adley and I gasped in tune when Dain and Nadia faced the crowd and lowered themselves onto the thrones. “She would pick the biggest throne for herself.” Adley muttered, her eyes narrowing into slits from where we used the poufy skirts of the women in the crowd to hide us. She glanced down at the tulle train she was using as a shield and cooed, “…oh this is a such a pretty shade of primrose.” “I couldn’t have picked anyone better to plan my wedding.” I muttered, feeling a flutter of hope in my chest when Adley’s lips twisted into a small smile.

Like she wouldn’t be attending with her father, Senator Moretti. Ah, yes, that’s another issue. But, when have I ever been one to care about what people think? Besides, I can’t hide her forever. I check the time on my Rolex, she’s meant to be down by now. Just as I look up, she arrives, she descends the stairs, dare I say…majestically. She’s putting on a sleeveless dress, which accentuates her curves like second skin, her cleavage is the star of the show. She has a birthmark on her right boob and I want to lick it.

​ELARA'S POV: ​The morning of my wedding dawns bright and clear, the sun rising over the valley like a promise. ​I stand in front of the mirror in my childhood room at Ashcroft Manor, my hands trembling, my heart pounding. The dress is hanging on the door, white and elegant and beautiful. Isabelle's design, with my personal touches. The lace bodice, the flowing skirt, the delicate embroidery that catches the light like scattered stars. It is the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. And I am about to wear it.

The preparations for the ceremony happened sooner than I could imagine. We decided that the venue was going to be towards the lake so the moon’s reflection could be even more perfect in the water. Chloe had done my makeup, and of course, she made me look like a goddess. My wedding dress was a dark wine velvet gown that was floor sweeping and had spaghetti straps with a wine corset on my waistline. I didn’t know how Choice had managed to get it on such short notice, but it was my perfect size and I loved it.

MAYA The wedding was today. The entire palace was decorated with white silk and fresh mountain flowers. I stood in front of the tall mirror in the Alpha’s master suite, dressed in a heavy, cream-colored gown adorned with silver embroidery. A sparkling tiara rested on my head, and the soft velvet Luna cloak was draped over my shoulders. Next to me stood Edward, looking breath-taking in his dark royal suit, his broad shoulders squared and his amber eyes glowing with pride. I looked around the grand dressing hall, but one person was missing.

Slowly, the pair of them walks down the aisle towards him. STUNNED. That is exactly how he feels watching Gabrielle take a small step one after the other to the altar where he is standing. Dressed in a metallic off white wedding gown that is hugging her perfect figure, Gabrielle slowly approaches him with a rather emotional expression as she stares at him. The Queen Anne neckline of her modern traditional wedding gown that is made of see-through fabric designed with Swarovski stones makes her even more regal than she already is. Her Edwardian features that are

It was nothing more than basic courtesy, but as someone who was treated as less than human by everyone, his small acts of kindness made Prince Leander the kindest person I knew. The guards finally led me to the bridal chamber which is near where the wedding would soon took place. The doors swung open and I was surprised to see the same seamstresses who took my measurements yesterday. “Lady Winter,” the head seamstress greeted softly. My gaze drifted past them. At the very center of the chamber stood the wedding gown. I stopped breathing. The gown was unlike anything I had ever seen. At first glance, it resembled a traditional human wedding gown—pure white, fitted through the bodice, with lon

Theon and Nioma’s wedding approached after a few days. Theon stands at the edge of the stone platform, spine locked, shoulders squared. He doesn’t shift, doesn’t blink, as the morning sun sharpens his silhouette against the gray sky. His ceremonial robe drapes over him in folds of deep obsidian trimmed with gold thread, regal and heavy. The crown rests in his palm, gleaming with forged expectation. Each breath he draws is controlled, deliberate. The crowd gathered in the clearing watches in reverent silence, the only sound the soft chant of the elders echoing through the trees.

The woman took her to a famous designer a few weeks before the wedding, and here she was now, wearing the beautiful dress chosen by her mother-in-law. It was an off-the-shoulder A-line wedding gown with sequin detailing all over the gown. It managed to show Vivian's perfect collarbones as well as her back, and even her perfect hourglass figure was displayed beautifully. Indeed, this was not the time to think about why the Vesters family could still ask for a dowry even though they intended to pay off the debt by marriage, nor was it the time to think about why the Dahl family still paid the dowry.

~Mirabelle~ I was trying out the dresses, mom had brought earlier for Gen's wedding tomorrow. There was a silver splayed gown with emeralds, a beautiful black straight one with deep cleavage curve and split up the right thigh and a pink short one with diamonds stashed all over. According to her, the theme of the wedding was black and pink, if I wanted to fit in to be noticed, I'd wear pink but if I wanted to remain anonymous and hidden, I'd wear black.