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Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.

To the gathered crowd, he appeared untouched, unbroken, the image of a young king forged by loss rather than consumed by it. At his right stood Zayden Storm, newly named Beta, clad in ceremonial armor burnished to a warm gold, his lion sigil etched deep across the chestplate. At his left, Kailee Blackstone mirrored him in equal measure, her own armor lighter, designed for speed, her cheetah markings traced delicately into the metal like an artist’s hand had shaped them. They stood proud, composed, every movement precise, every bow executed with practiced grace. To the city, they were loyalty incarnate—the future of Ancnix standing steadfast beside its king. Only in the briefest glances excha

Ceynol mused, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist, “you and Tiara are the only ones who can keep Crown in check. Look at him. He actually looks guilty when she scolds him. Meanwhile, when I get angry, he just brushes me off.” Jade chuckled, resting her head against his shoulder. “That’s because you spoil him too much.” She turned her eyes up to him, mischief dancing in their depths. “Just like you spoil Tiara. The difference is, Tiara is sweet and soft-hearted, while Crown is… well, Crown.” Ceynol feigned a look of offense. “I don’t spoil them.” Jade arched a brow. “Oh? Says the man who gave his five-year-old daughter a black card?”

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

His jaw was tight, and he looked annoyed, like he wanted to walk over there and rip out Jeremy’s throat. “Not guilty, your highness,” Jeremy replied, standing up and looking over at me like I was a piece of dirt. I refused to look away; he can’t hit me now. Not when the whole Moon Council was staring at him, and it would only prove that he was guilty.

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

Other people knelt as the king starts announcing. “Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.”

he commanded, his frustration evident. Anastasia knew she had no choice but to comply, her lips shaping the words of an apology. Yet, deep within her heart, an intense hatred began to consume her. She despised her father for his powerlessness, silently yearning for Elen's demise. The Marquis of Gardenia hurried away after the chaos caused by his daughter, feeling devastated as her actions ruined his plans. The irate duke had already warned him that further missteps would lead to their downfall. After the commotion, the grand duke and the twins rushed to Elen's room, placing her on the bed. Soon, Clover arrived and examined her injuries, bandaging her swollen ankle and treating the scratches

Crown shook his head and replied, “I'm not here because of her. I'm here to apologize to you….and plead for your forgiveness,” “For the past weeks, I have been feeling so guilty about the humiliation I caused you and I have come to apologize for every bit of pain I caused you,” Mr. Crown added, his face filled with insincere remorse. Emma knew that she couldn't allow such a man into her life, nor could she trust a pathetic person like him. “Fine, you are forgiven, but I will not forget the tears you made me shed and the misery you put me through,” Emma uttered and attempted to close the door.

Was there truly a traitor among them, working from within the school’s walls? Suddenly, a timid voice broke through the tension, drawing all eyes to its source. It was a young girl standing near the front of the crowd, her voice barely above a whisper. “M-my name is Leona Nightingale,” she stammered, her eyes wide with fear. “I-I am part of The Averrant.” Before anyone could react, Caleb’s katana flashed in the air, and with a swift movement, he struck down Leona. Shock rippled through the crowd as her body fell to the ground, blood staining the earth beneath her.