Novel & Cerita Ayase Guilty Crown

The key slipped, clanging on the floor, and she would’ve followed if Roman hadn’t grabbed her, his hands firm, warm against her shaking mess. “Breathe,” he said, low, insistent. “We’re still in it.” Then—clapping. Slow, loud, from the hall. A guy stepped in, tall, lean, framed by the dying lights. No mask, just a sharp face, a scar curling under one eye like a hook. His grin was all teeth, mean as hell. “Nice fight,” he said, voice slick with poison. “But you’re off the board, Sienna. That key is not going to be yours for long.”

"But... you're a prince. I shouldn't call you by your name but your title. If I do that, I'll be punished." "Will you still protest if I told you that wasn't a request but an order?" "But, according to the law, a lowlife like me should not call a royal or Noble by... "And do you also know that not following a royal's order is punishable? I don't think you study the book of laws well." Anastasia sighed in defeat and nodded. Kai smirked and lied on the grass. "The thing you were doing, talking to the stars. Why were you doing that?"

I got a bit nervous as I asked, Ayase, um, are you alright? Ayase turned towards me, her eyes brimming with anger. She took the letter. I opened it and emptyed it's contents. Out came the money and a well-decorated 'I Love You' card. She picked them up and marched towards the kitchen. Wait, is she going to do what I think she is going to do? No sooner did I catch the burning smell, and I rushed towards the stove, full pace ahead. I became angry, which is totally unlike me. What is wrong with you? Have you gone insane?"

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

“Well make me.” The smugness dripping from me enraged me and I pushed. I strained and pushed my trembling muscles until I was back on my feet. I stumbled and almost fell onto him. My anger and tears were all over my face as the wind whipped my hair out of its single braid. “Good,” Kael purred. Before my eyes, his eyes flashed gold then he disappeared. The Arena went up in a loud cheer around me and I turned, disoriented. Ayesha was beaming with pride. She. The Royal wife who had executed the trial perfectly.

“And the crowd goes wild for Isabella Lockhart, ladies and gentlemen, another victim claimed by the killer curves!” I rolled my eyes so hard that I almost saw my own brain. “Oh, please, shut up.” “I’m just saying, it’s a scientific fact. Your body is a perfectly calibrated man-trap. Click, whirr, snap. They don’t stand a chance!” “Yeah, a man-trap that’s been closed and collecting dust for five years, and it has an ‘Off-Limits’ sign that says ‘I’m married,’ in case you forgot,” I shot back.

The streets filled with people, shoulder to shoulder, faces lifted. Some cheered when they saw me while some just watched in wary silence. I walked anyway. The procession wound through the capital, petals scattered underfoot, incense curling in the air. When we reached the great courtyard, the Abyssal Throne stood waiting not as a monster now, but as stone and history. Xander ascended first. The crown was placed upon his head, an ancient metal warmed by the sun and the roar that followed shook the sky. “Long live the King!” Then the herald turned.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Corren asked quietly. “Yes,” Declan answered without hesitation. “And you trust me to hold what you lay down?” “With my life.” Silence stretched—not strained, but weighted with years of shared battles and brotherhood. Corren inclined his head. “Then I will take the Verdant Crown.” Relief crossed Declan’s face—not escape, but trust honored. “We’ll announce it together,” Corren said after a moment, his voice steady but quiet. “Not as an abdication, but as a changing future for all.”