A Prayer For The Crown-shy 소설 & 이야기

No," I said. And as soon as he raised it— He pivoted once more. He had a serene expression. His cheeks were wet with tears. He gave me a direct look. And inquired once more: "If I make the wrong decision, will you still love me?" The wind ceased. Floating in his hand was the crown. And the shadows started to shift once more above his head. Forming a black shape. A crown that grows by itself. Not from stars. But at night. A crown of darkness.

My heart races, and I dart my eyes back to Shane and his comforting look. As the darkness tries to edge in around me, my breath becomes shallow and weak again, while a doctor announces, “No more talk about the crown or who is the going to be crowned. It is causing the Princess issues. I’m sorry your Majesty, but the safety of the Princess is more important than talking about royal business.”

The woman chanting looks suprised for a minute before ordering for the naked woman to stand up. “You have brought the curse of not bringing forth life to this world upon yourself,a life for a life. But I'm afraid you have to act fast because the crown prince which you seek has already found his beloved. Even if you meet with him now, he won't feel anything for you, wait here for a few more days”. “But by then, wouldn't he have fallen completely in love with her?”

I simply didn't know what it was yet. "I don't understand the question," I replied after a long pause, keeping my voice steady. "I'm Aurelia Ashbourne. I received an invitation to enroll here, just like every other student." The Headmaster watched me in silence, his golden eyes revealing nothing. For several uncomfortable seconds, no one spoke. Finally, he walked toward the enormous window overlooking the academy grounds and clasped his hands behind his back. "Ordinary students do not cause the Crown Marks to resonate," he said quietly. "Nor do they release an unknown energy capable of overwhelming three Crown Kings simultaneously." His words caused Kael to straighten slightly, while Lucian

A man approached— Holding the crown. Gold. Heavy. Unforgiving. “This is not how I wanted things to be,” I said softly. But loud enough for the world to hear. The man dropped to one knee. “Your Highness.” He rose slowly. Turning to the room. “Let all present stand witness,” he declared. “To the coronation of Princess Bella.” The room straightened. Still. Silent. “Princess Bella,” he said, turning back to me. “Take a knee.” I lowered myself slowly.

"May Crown Prince Dolion be blessed today." The whispers were no longer whispers; they were a rising tide of shock. "Crown Prince?" The question echoed from every corner of the ballroom. A sea of confused, astonished faces stared back at me. I turned my gaze to Dolion, who sat there basking in the attention like a lizard on a hot rock. "May you bless the kingdom of Tirilla and its people," I finished, pretending to take a sip of the bitter wine. The room, after a moment of stunned hesitation, hesitantly followed my lead.

He turned to face his people, raising a hand to silence them. "My people," he began, his voice steady and commanding, "I vow to rule with justice, to protect our land, and to uphold the traditions of our ancestors. Together, we shall build a future filled with prosperity and strength." The crowd erupted once more, chanting his name. Then, it was Daniela’s turn. The maiden brought forth a smaller but equally magnificent crown, adorned with diamonds and pearls. The chief priest held it in his hands for a moment before placing it gently upon her head.

“What are you doing? Kneel. Quick.” Shadow tilted her head. “Why?” She knew that Linda was having the biggest misunderstanding, and right now is the perfect chance to show her who she was. “The Crown Prince has visited us. Naturally, we must kneel. Quick!” She tugged Shadow’s wrist again. “Hey! What are you doing to her?” “See! He is mad. Quickly! Kneel!” Shadow shrugged, and pouted annoyingly. “Why should I?” “This little kid! Listen to me–”