Novel & Cerita A Prayer For The Crown-shy

“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.”

Was my love for him reason enough to justify endless sacrifice? Because I was meek and sensible, did that mean I had to yield over and over again? A sharp ache seized my heart, stealing my breath. At last, with trembling fingers, I picked up the pen that felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and signed my name. He pulled me into his arms, relieved. "Adam, don't worry. I won't let you down. Once this is over, I'll remarry you. You can stay here as before. Your identity will only change for a short while."

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.

Azrael asked the moment I stepped my feets inside the underground dungeon. "Azrae!" Katrina called out. "How dare you speak to Crown Princess Crimson, the Crown princess of this Realm in that tone?" Rosa said before I could say anything. "Kneel, now!" I said but Azrael stood firm looking at me. "Are you deaf or something?" I took a step closer to him. "I am only following the king's order," Azrael said, his voice unwavering and bold. "Who am I?" I asked "The Crown princess of this Realm," Azrael answered, and I shaked my head.

As she looked at the center of the altar where His cross was placed, she smiled. “Gràcies.” She whispered, but still didn’t leave her seat. She was just enjoying the view of the altar when someone sat on the same bench as her. “You believe in Him?” Hannah looked at her side, and found Prince Alexios looking at the center altar. When she didn’t answer immediately, he turned his head to her side and smiled. His big eyes became smaller. She returned his smile and looked at the altar again. “I do.” “Can you imagine giving someone faith in the same way you give Him your faith?” Hannah couldn’t help but to raise her eyebrows because of the seriousness of his voice as she looked at the side profile

“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?"