Novel & Cerita Ayase Guilty Crown

Ash leaned in to loudly whisper, “She means she’s a thief. A damn good one, too.” “Oh.” My brows rose in surprise. A thief. Cool. “Was that a compliment I heard coming out of your mouth, Ashley?” the other woman, Aya, asked. Ash blushed a stunning pink and Aya and Nalanie cracked up. I hid a grin behind my hand, content to watch their interaction. “That’s not my fucking name,” Ash said, his tone full of deadly promise. “Whatever, sugar.” Aya’s gaze caught mine. “Welcome to Penumbra where all the guys are dickheads but the girls kick ass. I’m Aya.”

He took a sip of the tea in front of him, then rose and walked toward the framed portrait of Queen Elaza. "What about Queen Camille? Why wasn't she at the ceremony?" he asked, looking back at me. "I heard she had stomach pain." "Hmm. Okay." He fell silent for a moment. "When will Knight return?" "Today, Your Highness." "Let's get a few things done. I'll go check on Queen Camille, then see Father — there's something I want to discuss with him." He headed toward his wardrobe to change. "Okay, Your Highness," I said, and turned to go.

"Hmm! This is delicious! Amerie, get me a bag of these!" Her nonchalant and obvious disrespect towards Amerie was enough to earn a glare from the maids behind her as they frowned at her actions. Additionally, they were also disgusted with her ignorant actions due to the information that they had heard yesterday. Amelia was ignorant at these stares and continue to happily drink her tea. Amerie, on the other hand, hid her smile behind her cup as he eyes landed on her maids who all had one look on their faces. Anger. They were the same maids who comforted Amerie yesterday and got angry on her behalf because of what they had learned from the assassin.

Asura explained the process of making Anala's sword. "A crown? What can a crown do? It's not made of the strongest metal, is it?" Arya Santanu was confused. "The crown of hell comes from a mixture of the blood of the former kings of hell. And the metal that makes the crown is mixed with the bones of the former kings. I melted it so that the weapon formed from the crown could destroy all forms of demons from hell." Asura explained again. Arya Santanu had just understood it. He felt very tired and finally lay down on the ground.

"I know she likes you." Prince Ron clenched his fists as he glared at Prince Kayziel with determination. "I'm not that stupid, Kayziel. I am the Crown Prince of Ashenmore which means that you're not only getting my body but you're getting my Kingdom along with it so it's either all or nothing."

I should have destroyed that instead of returning it. I need this to end. To stop. Revenge on my family is the last thing I will do. But, looking at the crown in my hands, I wonder if there’s another secret behind it. “Brother?” I said. “What happened, Rose?” my brother asked as he looked at me over his shoulder. “I was wondering, did father mention anything strange about this crown. You know something peculiar to it?” I asked. “Hmm, now that you mentioned it. I know it was to be bestowed to your mate by you. The crown, no wrong, the red rubies on it are the ones who hold power,” my brother explained as he looked lost in thought.

When they reach the table, my father stands up and says, "Kael, Aurora, please welcome King Marcus, Queen Amanda, and the two princes from Aether, Alec, and Ezekiel Kondstadt." Kael and I stand up together and bow down saying, "A pleasure to meet the family running the kingdom of Aether." An exchange of greetings takes place before my father says, "Let us please take a seat." We take our seats gently and observing the family, they are poised and very synchronized. I suddenly felt that these were AI Robots made by their technology to represent the royal family of Aether. "Congratulations on wearing the crown of Everdeen, Aurora," Marcus says. "Thank you, Your Majesty," I do not forget the hon

Conri said nothing either, and his silence held enough trust to make my heart ache beneath the crown’s burning weight. Ashina’s body shook as Maelor’s heartbeat quickened, but she forced her hands over her stomach and whispered one word again and again. “Mine.” Not king. Not vessel. Not Adolphus’s. Mine. I reached Otsana and lifted the crown above her head, feeling every wolf lean toward the moment like hunger had become a crowd. Adolphus smiled again, but the smile looked strained now, as if choice had entered a ritual he had designed for obedience.

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

“No breaks. We walk you to the center. We rotate around you like planned. Trust us.” I nodded to no one, just a graceful smile to the air. I couldn't even spot Disha but for once, I didn’t care and I trusted them completely including Disha. But the crown. The damn crown. It had always felt heavy. But now it felt cursed. Alessa’s palm touched my back, light, practiced. The kind of gesture we’d rehearsed a hundred times in public. Like she always does. But tonight, it wasn’t support. It was Empathy. And apology.