Bunga Mahkota Raja Novels & Stories

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?

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.

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.

"The crown of the true Moon Queen." "Your Majesty—" "The crown that will unite the kingdoms." "Your Majesty—" "The crown that will destroy the darkness." Kael stepped forward, her sharp eyes blazing with defiance. "Then let's see it." I walked to the pedestal at the center of the throne room. The crown sat upon it—a circlet of silver and moonstone, woven with ancient magic and the light of the moon. It pulsed with a soft, steady glow, as though it was alive. I could feel its power calling to me, a warmth that spread through my veins. The light was almost hypnotic, drawing me closer with each step.

They all took a seat under the shade of a large oak tree. “The flowers are all beautiful, Your Highness,” observed the countess. “This garden was a gift from His Majesty for my sixteenth birthday,” the princess confessed. “I love coming here.” The maids poured tea in each of the gold decorated cups, and a gentle peach smell filled the air. “Oh, this is delicious,” Lady Jepli commented. “Francis, another guest will join us shortly, so be sure to guide her here.” “Yes, Your Highness.” Aurora took a sip of her tea while eyeing Magnolia.

Now, finally, we have a chance to reclaim what was lost. The palace gardens are renowned throughout the kingdom, a sprawling testament to generations of royal stewardship. As Queen Sage leads our small tour group through blooming pathways, I observe her closely. Despite her gentle demeanor, there's a core of steel in this woman who survived captivity and attempted murder to stand beside her mate. "These night-blooming lilies were a gift from the Western territories," she explains, gesturing to elegant silver-petaled flowers. "They have remarkable healing properties when properly prepared."

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.”

She said, her words leaving me in tears even though the only reason they were doing this was the love of their king. I sucked in air, willing the tears away as I stood up, meeting her half way when she got near. I watched her bow before standing up and letting go of the most beautiful crown which was made of roses of all colors, the thorns sharp but made it look heavenly. I watched the crown fly on it’s own until it sat perfectly on my head, butterflies suddenly flying around it.