Bound By The Crown Novels & Stories

Sian added while Gwen nodded and then ran away like a rabbit. "Squirrel..." Sian chuckled seeing her running away. "Prince...." A man appeared out of nowhere and bowed in front of him. "The northern border has been attacked. The king ordered you to meet him right now." ...............

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

“He touched the Prince’s bare hands. No one touches the Prince’s bare hands and lives. His hands drain the life out of the victim.” As I made my way to the classroom, Adele’s words never left me — no one touches the Crown Prince’s bare hands and lives. It was the reason why he always wore leather gloves, so he would not accidentally kill anyone. He was cursed, Adele had said, cursed by a witch whom his grandfather had offended. His hands were like a bloodsucking weapon. Quinn had failed to tell me that tiny bit of information. I could only imagine what would have happened if I had touched his bare hands — I would have met my end even before I finished my mission.

The letters were uneven, rushed, and old, but they struck me with the force of my mother’s voice. My little wolf, if you find this crown, then every lie has failed to keep you small. My vision blurred. Conri stepped closer but said nothing. Bardolph’s pain flickered through the bond, but he held himself silent. I kept reading. This crown is not proof that you must rule. It is proof that you were born free before men wrote contracts over your name. My breath shook. The crown warmed in my hands, and the hidden power beneath the red stones seemed to listen.

“Three brothers can share the same blood… but only one can carry the weight of a kingdom.” ⸻ The Crystal Crown floated silently above the shattered altar. It wasn’t held by chains. It wasn’t supported by light. It simply existed. Pure crystal reflected the glow of the Seven Bells, casting thousands of shimmering fragments across the ruined cathedral. No one reached for it. No one even dared breathe too loudly. The words engraved inside its rim echoed through every heart. “Only one brother may wear this crown.”

“So… It is not because you want the throne?” Prince Cornelius looked at Emery as if she was some kind of great disappointment. Disbelief was plastered all over his face. “Of course not,” he snarled. “Being the head of an empire is a total headache. Why would I waste my good looks for the sake of some people I am not even related to? You saw my brother… He looked so old now compared to his age.” He was yet about to speak, however, some kind of movement from behind them caught their attention. Hence, Emery grabbed the bow and nocked an arrow as fast as she could. Her eyes scanned the vicinity, ready to shoot anyone who found them.

Fractionally shorter than the ones before it, fractionally closer to stopping without stopping. Then he was past me. Continuing down the corridor with the same unhurried certainty as always. I stayed against the wall. Listened to his footsteps until they turned the corner at the far end and disappeared. Then I stood there for a while longer. My right hand was warm again. I pressed it flat against the wall and felt the cold stone against my palm and thought about the word the elder had used. Binding. The ritual was called a binding. Something that held. Something you couldn’t undo by deciding you wanted to.

They both walked in silence behind Doctor Jones as he led them to his office. "Please sit" Doctor Jones requested. Tammy and Aunt Kathy pulled the chairs and sat quietly. "Miss T...uhm..." Doctor Jones stuttered "Tammy, my name is Tammy and this is my aunt Kathy" she cut in. "Miss Tammy, your dad has been suffering from a severe heart condition called coronary artery disease. It means that he has been suffering from a blocked artery that reduced the flow of blood, that was what triggered his heart attack". Doctor Jones explained.

And smiled evilly at her. The Bishop then look towards Elena and speaks up, "Do, you Elena Marshall, Take, Demon Knight, To be your husband, To have and to hold, From this way forward, For better, for worser, For richer, for poorer, In sickness and in health, To love and to cherish, Till death, do yo part" Elena looked towards her would be husband and speaks up," I do" The Bishop then give them the weeding ring and they slipped it into each other's hand..

Billionaire friends, dignitaries, and celebrities filled the pews, but in that moment, there was only us. “With this ring,” Daniel whispered, slipping a diamond-studded band onto my finger, “I bind my heart, my soul, and my forever to you.” “And with this ring,” I replied, my voice trembling, “I give you all of me, my love, my loyalty, my life.” When the officiant declared us husband and wife, fireworks exploded outside, their colors reflecting through the stained-glass windows. Daniel didn’t wait. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, passionately, sealing a promise that was no longer bound by ink or paper….only love.