Novel & Cerita Aragorn Crowning

31st November, 2019 Eyes on me, just me. He seemed to be telling her as he watched her official coronation happen. Aria kept flashing back to the moment Troy had taken the crown, her crown, and put it on her head while they were still on the battlefield.

Nora looked at the glowing face of Orion and clasped her hands together. “So… The people of Aradia Kingdom. I … present you the crown prince, Mr. Orion Ironheart, and request him to touch the precious stone before taking the oath and wear the silver crown also known as the Promise crown. It’s a promise that we will follow his future commands and it's also a promise that he will always prefer his kingdom over everything.” The podium was shaking due to the deafening cheering and clapping. It was an outdoor ceremony so that maximum people could attend it.

Elora’ POV Arwen howled in joy like I never saw her do. She was jumping up and down like crazy and was obviously elated at that moment. And then, she answered, ‘Aragorn is my spirit mate. He was Dominic’s sleeping wolf.’ “Aragorn…” I uttered the name once again, feeling the movements of my lips as the sound escaped my mouth. What a lovely name for a spirit wolf.

General Thorne, no, Beta Thorne, stood proudly to Kael’s right, his uniform freshly pressed, though the scars of his imprisonment still showed faintly on his hands. Kael turned toward the crowd. “Nightfang has endured loss and betrayal,” he said, his voice carrying over the hush. “But tonight, we rise again, stronger, united, and at peace. It is my honor to crown our Luna, not as the Alpha’s mate alone, but as the heart of this pack.” The elder stepped forward, lifting the silver crown lined with moonstones. He placed it gently on Aria’s head. The wolves howled, one after another, until the night trembled with joy.

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

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.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

Alaric, a seasoned warrior, met each attack with calm confidence, his swordsmanship unmatched. As the spar reached its climax, the intensity was almost palpable. Addison made a daring move, aiming for Alaric's exposed flank with all his might. With a swift twist, Alaric turned the tables, disarming the prince with a masterful feat of swordplay that left the audience holding their breath.