Bunga Mahkota Raja Novels & Stories

The engagement ceremony Sebastian orchestrated for me was held at St. Mary’s Cathedral, the most august landmark in the city. White roses carpeted the streets for miles, every petal steeped in the sweet fragrance of absolute power. I wore a bespoke, hand-stitched lace gown, its voluminous train borne by six bridesmaids. Sebastian stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on me with unashamed fervor and devotion. Just as the priest was about to administer the vows, the heavy oak doors of the cathedral were flung open.

My maid walked with me to the garden, the flowers were blooming nicely, giving off a nice fragrance. The princess should hold a spring bouquet; it would be a good way to introduce herself as the crown princess. At the bouquet, I can choose the two consorts to join the Eastern palace. A maid came rushing. “Your Majesty, the prince is not at the Eastern palace.” what was the panic about?

I’d never seen a combination so captivating; it was like he held two different seasons in his gaze. "I have this for you," he chirped, his voice bright as a bird's. He held up a delicate crown woven from wildflowers of the deepest blues and purples. Their scent was a heady rush of night-blooming jasmine and dew-kissed lavender. "May I place it on your head?" "Of course," I breathed, sinking to my knees to meet his height. He let out a delighted giggle, his small hands surprisingly gentle as he settled the crown atop my hair.

Hehe. "Wow! I never saw a card like this. You're truly rich, Agape!" Astonished, they took my card from me and scanned it. It was made in pure gold, silver and platinum. It has 'Royalty Card' words engraved to it using melted diamond. On the top right, it has a symbol of a crown. Mine's a tiara since I'm a Princess yet. And yes, the symbol depends on the royal's position in their household. I saw father's Royal Card before. His symbol was a King's crown since he was a King.

The girl came back with our meal and began setting the table. "You can have this ma'am," he bowed and gave me a crown that was handwoven by beautifully selected flowers. "Wow, thanks." I collected it and stared at it with keen interest. "But Why? Why are you offering it to me?" The crown felt light in my hands. "Where I come from, it is believed that this crown fuels love and takes the couple to the next stage." She smiled and spoke like she was remembering a memory. She was about leaving when I called her to wait. "Here, have this." I folded three thousand notes into her hands.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

“Apply it again tonight.” The emperor caught a whiff of a familiar scent, making him raise an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you used the black rose in this? Serena will be mad at you if you did.” “No. It is just gentian. I found some in the garden so I used it to add fragrance in the ointment.’ Emperor Claus did not say anything else after hearing her response. Seemingly frozen in place, a memory came flashing back. It was when he was just eight years old and was spending his time with his sickly and bedridden father. Just as he had always done, he brought some gentian flowers for his father, thinking that it would somehow make him feel better.

These flowers, delicately attached to pearls for added weight, were tossed into the open windows of the carriage as a symbol of admiration and luck. The oxyplant flowers, known for their luminescent beauty and enchanting fragrance, filled the carriage with a captivating aura. Each blossom boasted an array of vibrant colors, ranging from azure blues to coral pinks, captivating the senses of the princesses. The delicate petals shimmered as they caught the dappled light filtering through the water, casting an ethereal glow within the carriage. The sweet scent of the flowers enveloped Nerissa and Madissa, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and gratitude.

It's as if being in bed until seven in the morning is sacrilege, a stark contrast to the queen, who always tries to rest as much as possible. After so many years serving the Feret monarchy, the majority of the servants knew that she didn't spend her time sleeping but rather reading and looking out at the horizon through her huge and ornate balcony, which was filled with butterfly flowers brought from the Caribbean island of Bacub, and blue roses imported from the northern part of the globe, a small indulgence they had given themselves since the monarchs had stopped sharing a bedroom many years ago.

An off-white ruffled fabric hung on Mai's left hip, accented by gold lining and two gold chains with a tassel hanging from the front. 'Not completely masculine but also not too feminine. Just the right combination of both, which matches Mai.' Observing the rose design etched onto Mai's outfit, not to mention the quality of the material, Maria realized that, 'Yep, this set definitely came from Red Royal Queen’s Rose Princess collection.' "Oh, and I didn't come alone! Julian, get over here and stop hiding behind me!" fussed Mai, followed by a cute squeak as a blushing adorable boy with ombre purple hair and big citrine orange eyes stood in front of her.