Bunga Mahkota Raja Novels & Stories

I thought the flower was shattered in pieces now after Doctor Juno took its roots away while the Mages extracted something from its stem and petals, but now the flower was whole again. It was a claw-shaped flower with white and red colored petals which hangs facing downward. Violet caressed the queen’s face so lovingly and slowly; she opened Kate’s mouth. She crushed the flower as she started chanting. She poured the flower which had turned into dust inside Kate’s mouth. The knights and the guests who had been infuriated by what Violet was doing to the queen attempted to catch her, but the king stopped them when he raised his hand. He stood still beside Mira; hope was written in their eyes a

King Regor’s trusted aide bowed in affirmation as he followed behind the king to patrol the palace walls that is directly across the venue of the worship ritual. The vast space of the square in front of the palace is decorated with moonveil flowers and moon lanterns. It is said that the Moon goddess could not find any flower that fully depicts the ethereal elegance of the moon, so she created the moonveil flowers with silver stems and circular reflective petals that would fully capture every phases of the moon’s beauty. It is named as moonveil because not even the thick clouds could veil the reflection of the moon in their petals. There is a huge cauldron at the center that is being roasted

Get a grip! “Um, I meant, I used to make them as a child.” I hurry to add “Perhaps you would find a crown better suited to your taste than a bouquet, Your Majesty.” She’s staring at me like I’ve grown a second head. I wish the earth would just open up and swallow me already. “Go ahead.” The Empress hands me the flower in her hand “O-Oh, sure!” I jump back into the present My embarrassment is easily abetted as I work on making the garland, taking marigolds, yellow roses and pansies as I go. All yellow would make for a pretty crown.

“Do you know where Ruelle is?” Beatrice answers, “She’ll be with the queen for sure. Do you want me to bring her to you?” “No,” I say immediately. “The queen needs her more than me right now.” Besides, I don’t want to worry her about my state. “What are you pinning in my braid?” “Purple irises,” she reveals. “The only flowers allowed to be adorned during mourning in Caelondor.” “Why is that?” She gives me a solemn smile. “Some traditions within the royal family. I’m not aware of the details.”

He had been the one to make the decision, and whatever Sam said would only have made a small difference in this matter. In the King's palace in the middle of the capital city, where the last snow still melted on the roofs, there was a big flower garden that never withered all year long. Rows and rows of dark red roses, white and yellow lilies, and blue hydrangeas enclosed a small golden pavilion in their middle like a seashell hiding it's pearl.

“Emie!” The same, yet different as she now holds something that is an equivalent of the worth of the shard of the originals. She smiles as her inner change is hidden and perfectly inside the face and attitude that no one will ever find out, as she greeted. “Your Highness.” Bowing in courtesy as the young prince approaches her with a bouquet of tulip flowers, with his smile and excitement for the royal party intended for the Crowns. She assures him with her words. “The Crown Princess will surely love that, young Prince JK.”

” The circlet was gently placed upon Magdalena’s brow, drawing another wave of applause from the gathered nobles and courtiers. As the newly crowned King and Queen turned to face the assembly, a roar of voices rose in unison throughout the hall. “Long live the King!” “Long live the Queen!” The cries echoed with fervor, swelling into a chorus of praise and loyalty. Nobles, courtiers, and attendants alike tossed petals of crimson and white, which fluttered like soft rain around the royal pair. Hand in hand, the King and Queen ascended to the balcony, their figures framed by the soaring arches of the palace. From the windows and terraces above, the fluttering flowers caught the light of the mor

"A glass jar with a flower inside. It's stuck to the column." "A flower?" He raises a brow and runs his face. "Just break the damn thing and bring it to me." My eyes shot wide open, and grab Eddie's arm. "No! Don't touch it." Eddie sneers at me with curiosity. "Why? It's just a stupid flower." "It's not just a flower. That flower represents the love between King Reginald and Princess Amihan. The scriptures say you can have all the treasure but not that one." I finally realized what the writings meant. Everything can be taken except the flower.

When we reached King Mateo’s castle, I was taken aback by just the sheer size and beauty of the area. We got out of the vehicle, and I just wanted to get an up-close look at the plants. There were massive Cypress trees all over the place, and really pretty flowers in the gardens in front of the castle. There were purple Irises, Hibiscus, Blue Sage, and then I saw a bush I had never seen or heard of before. It had a strange-looking red flower on it. I asked Queen Judia, “What is that bush called. I have never seen that flower before.” She chuckled, “It’s called a Strawberry Bush. I had to ask about them too.” I smiled, “I’m definitely a fan.”

The lavish decorations, the rose petals strewn all over the place, and the magnificent photo of her and Liam hanging on the wall of the living room. "My goodness! Only King Pendragon would be capable of something like this! How generous of him to give a mansion of this size as a wedding gift?" "Look at those rose petals! These aren't normal roses, you know. They're a special species called the Sovereign Rose, and are among the most expensive roses in the world! A single petal costs thousands of dollars!" "Goodness! There are too many petals to count here, it must have cost a fortune! I'm so jealous of Celena!"