Crown Of Love Novels & Stories

Soon, Yvonne found out the answer to her question. After the winners were announced, the large screen started showcasing the design drafts that they had submitted. Yvonne's eyes darkened considerably when Kayla's draft came on the screen. Green agates and golden metallic threads were woven into a flower crown. The goldsmithing technique used to craft the piece of jewelry was very intricate. Little details were hidden in the design; if one were attentive enough to spot them, it showed the designer's crafty and brilliant mind.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

From the corner of my eye, I noticed him tower over me, casting his shadow against my long flowing white wedding dress, which was a size too large. No one really cared for the details when it came to me anyways. He crouched down slowly till he was on one knee, his height matching my sitting posture, and my chest tightened as he reached out to touch my face. I flinched when his cold fingers touched my left ear, a slight chuckle escaped his lips. He went on to caress my cheek and then worked his way to my jaw. It was then and there that my self-control vanished and hot streams of tears fell from the wells of my eyes, raining on the back of his palm.

"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.

“Whatever it is. I told you in the yard. I told you on the terrace not an hour ago. I don’t care what you’re hiding under that wrap. I have never cared. I only care that you’re standing in front of me right now, terrified, and I can’t fix it because I don’t know what it is.” Above us, mounted in its glass case at the end of the hall the way it had stood for three hundred years, the old crown of the realm caught the torchlight and threw it back in broken glittering pieces, watching, the way it always watched, the way every crown in this palace watched every secret that ever tried to survive beneath its notice and, sooner or later, failed.

“You? The Queen was high and mighty that this kingdom belongs to you but by the looks of it, it seems the fourth prince is wealthier than you. She promised that silver, gold, diamond and fabric of silk and wool will be mine! Above all the favor to sit upon the throne as future Queen but look at me! I look nothing like future Queen to be. Nothing!” Heat immediately climbed up Klaus ’s neck to his cheek. He felt dazed by her requests, perhaps he should tell her the truth that until he ascend the throne and he has a son he is entitled only a small portion of his father’s wealth. His fingers balled into fists, pride forcing him to man up and prove himself to his wife. That son of a mistress was

Just didn’t expect to find it in his hands. I remember the ruby set. A crown and two amulets. One being the amulet of all. That one gave you the power to reign overall. Just if you didn’t know the truth behind you would be oblivious to it for life. That amulet and the ruby crown were a pair. They made both pure gold and rubies.

"I'm listening?" "Well, you see... it's in the tradition. The throne shouldn't be vacant for more than a month and it's about three months now that no one has sat on the throne. So the elders and I have agreed that you'll be crowned King in two weeks time and also, your wedding will take place on the day of your coronation." "Wait...all these are too much for me."