All Chapters of Honey, I don't want the Crown: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The grand palace stood tall under the morning sun, its golden spires shimmering like fire against the pale blue sky. Sa labas ng malalawak na tarangkahan, the banners of the kingdom danced proudly in the breeze, habang ang buong bayan ay nagtipon to witness history. Today was the first official day that the heirs—Prince Alaric and Princess Elera—would take the throne as the new guardians of the realm. “Kuya… kinakabahan ako,” Elera whispered as she stood behind the heavy doors of the throne room. She was dressed in a flowing sapphire gown, her long hair braided with silver threads. Her voice trembled, pero ang mga mata niya ay puno ng determination. Alaric, in his royal armor embroidered with golden patterns, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Elera. We trained for this our whole lives. Besides, we’re not alone. Mom and Dad will always be with us—kahit nasa likod na sila.” The doors creaked open, revealing a sea of faces—royal advisors, generals, villagers, a

The palace had never been this alive. After decades of battles, betrayals, and sacrifices, ngayon ay punô ng halakhakan, musika, at kwento ang bawat pasilyo. The once-solemn marble halls now echoed with children’s laughter—lalo na ngayong narito ang mga apo nina Nathaniel at Cassandra. In the grand courtyard, the twin roses of the kingdom bloomed—isang malaking garden na pinatayo ni Cassandra mismo as a tribute to their children, Alaric and Elera. Doon nagtatakbuhan ang mga bata, their small hands brushing through the flowers as they giggled. “Grandpaaa! Catch me if you can!” sigaw ng isa sa mga apo, habang hawak ang maliit na kahoy na espada. Nathaniel, his hair now streaked with silver, still had the strength of a lion. “Oh, you dare challenge the great king?!” With a roar, tumakbo siya, pretending to stumble dramatically, which made the children squeal louder. From the balcony, Cassandra watched, her lavender gown flowing as she leaned against the railing. Her smile carried

The palace was alive with light. Every torch along the marble pillars burned brighter than usual, golden banners bearing the royal crest draped from the balconies, and petals rained gently from the balconies above. For the first time in years, the Grand Hall opened its gates to not just nobles, but citizens from both North and South—united under one roof. Alaric adjusted the collar of his formal coat habang nasa gilid ng hallway. He had worn armor countless times, but tonight felt heavier than any battlefield. “Grabe, parang mas kinakabahan pa ako kaysa sa laban,” he muttered under his breath. Beside him, Elera smirked, her blue gown flowing like water. “Brother, you always look like you’re in control, pero ngayon obvious na kinakabahan ka.” “Of course I am,” Alaric admitted. “This isn’t just about me. This is about us… about the future.” Before she could reply, the heavy doors swung open. Trumpets blared, and a herald announced: “Presenting, His Highness, Prince Alaric, and

The Dawn of the Heirs The palace bells rang softly that morning, their echo blending with the golden light of dawn. Kahit ilang taon na mula nang ianunsyo silang heirs, ramdam pa rin ni Alaric at Elera ang bigat ng responsibilidad. Pero ngayon, mas matibay na sila. Morning in the training grounds “Strike faster, Alaric!” sigaw ni Nathaniel habang pinapanood ang anak mula sa gilid ng training field. Hawak ng hari ang kanyang espada, pero hindi na siya sumasali—mentor na lang siya ngayon. “Yes, Father!” hingal na sagot ni Alaric habang humahampas ng sunod-sunod. Ang bawat galaw niya ay mas maayos na kaysa noon, mas disiplinado. Pawis ang buong katawan, pero hindi bumibitaw. Si Elera naman ay nasa kabilang side, hawak ang libro ng kasaysayan at batas, pero nakatayo siya sa harap ng isang grupo ng batang estudyante. Pinapaliwanag niya kung paano dapat ipagtanggol ang mga mahihina. “Remember,” wika niya, matatag pero banayad, “hindi lang sword ang gamit ng lider. Words can heal

Ang sikat ng araw ay sumasalubong sa buong kaharian, dumadaloy ang liwanag sa mga hardin ng palasyo na parang gintong alon. Sa unang pagkakataon matapos ang mahabang linggo ng tensyon, naramdaman ni Cassandra na maluwag na ulit huminga ang mga tao. Wala nang amoy ng usok, wala nang sigaw ng takot—puro tawa na lang ng mga bata sa mga daanan ng palasyo. “Hindi ko na maalala kung kailan huling naging ganito ka-peaceful,” sabi ni Cassandra habang nakaupo sa veranda, hawak ang tasa ng mainit na tsaa. Ang mahinang simoy ng hangin ay nagdadala ng amoy ng mga bulaklak mula sa royal garden. Nathaniel, nakaupo sa tabi niya, ay nagbabasa ng ilang papeles pero halatang hindi rin makapag-concentrate. Sa tuwing tatawa si Cassandra, napapangiti siya. “After everything, parang ang hirap paniwalaan na tahimik na ulit,” tugon ng hari. “Lagi kong iniisip, kailan ulit may susubok, may magtatraydor, o may gugulo…” “Nat,” napangiti si Cassandra habang nilalagay ang tasa sa mesa, “for once, pwede ban