Darlar: переводы

→“Greta, the Goblin Queen!”

→She was blushing, certainly red to the very roots of her hair, when Isaac faced his people again. “I am pleased to introduce my love, my bride, my future, and the future of all Mylena…

→She smiled at the dramatic tone of his voice. He turned to Ethan, who stood beside Isaac with his hands behind his back. She gasped when he handed over a slim gold crown, and Isaac lifted his arms to place it on her head.

→They faced the crowd, and Isaac’s voice rang out over everyone’s heads. “All shall bear witness that on this day in the goblin kingdom, the king takes a bride!”

→She felt giddy with love for him. “Then let’s get this show on the road and move on to the good part.”

→“I intend to kiss you again at that time, and all through the night, for the rest of our lives,” he murmured.

→She put her hand on his heart to feel the strong, steady beat. “You’re supposed to kiss me at the end of the ceremony,” she said with a grin.

→When she reached him, he swung her up into his embrace with his hands framing her face and kissed her until she was breathless.

→This world still had little to nothing in the way of music, but she didn’t need music because her head was filled with it as she started down the aisle. Isaac looked so proud as he watched her from atop the dais. She knew the exact moment he saw the sword strapped to her waist, because he laughed out loud, his strong, voice echoing through the hall with happiness.

→Siona pushed open the doors and started walking ahead of them. She carried a small bouquet of the same beautiful flowers that Isaac had showered his people with when he announced his intention to make her his queen all those months ago, but these blooms were sturdier now that the Great Mother had returned to Mylena with a vengeance, showering the land with warmth and sunshine.

→Wyatt squeezed her hand. He had been speechless when she asked him to walk her down the aisle and was taking the responsibility very seriously.

→The entire wedding was Isaac’s way of honoring that his queen-to-be was human, with her own traditions and culture. If they had been doing this the Mylean way, it would have involved blaring a horn from the top of the castle wall as Isaac simply took her hand and claimed her for his own. The fact that she had a dress and he stood waiting for her at the other end of this massive chamber with as many Myleans as they could pack into the room watching, meant that he was telling all of his people that he respected who she was and where she came from. She loved him even more for it.

→“Ready?” she asked, and Greta took a deep breath and nodded.

→Siona looked back at her. She was gorgeous in her slinky purple dress, and from the look in Wyatt’s eyes as he smiled at her, he thought the same. Greta was glad she’d found a way to dye the fabric that color.

→She bit her lip as she stood outside the massive double doors leading into the great hall, her heart racing a mile a minute.

→“Then we should be very happy together, because you’re not getting rid of me for the rest of your life…and maybe longer than that.”

→She punched him in the arm. “I don’t need a castle filled with roses, or a marching band, or even the ceremony itself. All I need is you, for the rest of my life.”

→He wrapped his arms around her. “I had hoped to have enough blooms to fill the entire castle with them for our ceremony today, but the plant has proven to be just as finicky and stubborn as the queen it is named after.”

→Suddenly, she saw it, and tears burned the backs of her eyes. “Oh, Isaac.” A leafy bush stood on a pedestal at the back of the greenhouse, with one gorgeous, pure white rose blooming from the green foliage. “It’s gorgeous.”

→“You haven’t seen everything,” he said. She felt his excitement, and her heart beat fast in response as she followed him down the aisles. It was exactly like the greenhouse he’d taken her to in his dreams, but even larger. They came here often together now that they couldn’t share their dreams anymore.