A Prayer For The Crown-shy Mga Nobela at Kwento

AURORA'S POV "Almighty God, at the hands of priests and prophets you anoint your chosen servants with the oil of gladness and strengthen them with the gifts of your Holy Spirit: accept our joyful praise as with united voice we give thanks for the long and glorious reign of our Sovereign Lady Tiara Robertson Renewing your blessings, pour on her your choicest gifts, and on all your people the spirit of humility and mutual service shown in the life and death of him who is the anointed King of all, our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

Why was there so much silence today? I looked between both of them. And then I saw it. That look. Oh. Oh hell no. Papa sighed. Dada didn’t say anything. “Papa,” I said, my voice dropping slightly. “Are you both trying to prank me because I said I never get married?” He hesitated. Which was already a problem. Because Papa never hesitated. Not like this. “Princess you know you can tell us if you had a one nightstand or something because there no way in hell you are pregnant yet claiming virginity,” he said slowly.

“Say the word, and we’ll clear a path.” She stood still, eyes fixed on the burning horizon. “No,” she whispered. “This is my doing.” The crown in her hand began to glow — brighter, hotter, alive. The Awakening When she stepped onto the balcony, the mob fell silent. The flames dimmed. Even the wind seemed to bow. Amara raised the crown above her head. Her voice echoed, both human and divine: “You call yourselves my children. Then hear your mother’s decree — no more death in my name.”

The letters were uneven, rushed, and old, but they struck me with the force of my mother’s voice. My little wolf, if you find this crown, then every lie has failed to keep you small. My vision blurred. Conri stepped closer but said nothing. Bardolph’s pain flickered through the bond, but he held himself silent. I kept reading. This crown is not proof that you must rule. It is proof that you were born free before men wrote contracts over your name. My breath shook. The crown warmed in my hands, and the hidden power beneath the red stones seemed to listen.

She reasoned. “We won’t be having a long walk, Your Highness. I just want you to accompany me to this certain place. It’s called La Cortinada.” That caught Hannah’s attention. She tried reading the prince’s expression, and he looked like he was telling the truth. “I heard it is beautiful out there, especially this spring.” She bit her lower lip, trying to control her anticipation as she looked back at her parents. Answering their frowns with a smile, she answered.

“Your destruction will know no bounds. Heaven, Hell and Earth will perish. Demons surrounding the throne exchange uneasy glances. Some snarl, doubting Kael's words. Others tremble, fearing my impending wrath. “Nonsense! I'd never harm our world.", I exclaim, turning to face the crowd. Although fear and dread seep into my soul, as I fear my own self, I muster the courage to remain firm. I couldn't fathom destroying worlds, nor could I accept needing love to redeem myself. “ “I vow to wield the seven powers, to reign supreme and to honor our world’s legacy.”, I say, my eyes burning with determination. The crowd temporally forgets forget their worries and roar in approval. Kael pats my shoulder

She then led the family in a chant, their voices blending with the rustle of leaves and the whisper of the wind. “May the spirits of our ancestors hear our words and know that they are remembered,” Sevena intoned, her voice rising above the crackle of the fire. “May they continue to guide us and watch over us, now and always.” As the ritual progressed, Jarvis and Liberty exchanged amused glances. Sevena was known for her solemn demeanor and unwavering dedication to tradition, and the siblings found it amusing to see her so immersed in the ritual. “I swear, Mother takes this ritual more seriously than anything else,” Liberty whispered to Jarvis, her voice tinged with amusement. “You’d think w

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"