Crown Of The Kobold King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She look around, she didn't expect that they'll be sent inside of a dungeon. She wonders if her food supplies are enough. She checked her pouch, it was small but she could put anything on it. It was given by Evans, the crown prince's right hand. He never approaches her even once but she can say he's loyal to his lord, he says he can put anything on this. At first she didn't believe it, but when she put something on it was proven.

A knight must be loyal to the crown—and every knight was expected to follow everything the king demands. "How was the search?" King Terrowin asked in a monotone. Kael raised his head, seeing the king's middle-aged face, with sharp, midnight eyes. His curly hair, as black as a crow—ran down to his shoulders. On his head the ice crown rested. Its majestic blue form and the elegant diamond gem at the crown’s front would force anyone to bow his/her head in respect. "Still no sign of the Forgotten Winter, my king," Kael replied as he stood up straight. "We've got no leads in Hailborne City. And we're still waiting for the report from the other search in Casterfall."

The king grabbed the handle and saw that it was a dagger exquisitely made. The tip of the handle was a mixture of silver and gold seemingly woven over each other. Between the handle and the blade was a dark grey gemstone shaped like a shield and its crossguard and quillon were shaped like that of a wave. Securing the dark grey gemstone, two silver and gold snakes crossed over each other with their tails ending at the edge of the crossguard.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

The council chamber smelled of smoke and polished wood. Candles burned in tall brass holders along the walls, their light reflecting off the gilded edges of the maps spread across the table. The city of Valoria lay in miniature there, every district rendered in ink and precision, the heart of the kingdom marked by the symbol of the crown. Adrian sat at the head of the table, but he did not feel like its master. His fingers drummed against the wood while the nobles murmured around him, their voices a tangle of fear and calculation.

The flickering candlelight reflected off the polished metal, catching the object resting on the dark velvet cushion. My breath hitched. It was a silver crown, intricately forged to look like twisted roots and thorned branches. A half-transformed wolf was carved directly into the front of it. The King stepped toward me, lifting the crown from the tray with both hands. His eyes locked onto mine, hard and demanding. "May you wear this crown in duty to the lineage you carry, and to the protection of the throne." He raised the silver above my head. I felt like I was drowning. I looked up at Eilís one last time, just to catch a flick of anything. Any emotion. Any sign.

Another voice, deeper and commanding, cut through the morning air like a blade. My heart hammered against my ribs as I slowly lifted my gaze. Crown Prince Kael Ironfang stood before me, every inch the future king. His midnight-black hair caught the sunlight, and those piercing gray eyes seemed to see straight through my carefully constructed mask. The scar across his left temple only made him more terrifying. "So this is what the Crescent Moon Pack considers a worthy tribute." His voice held no warmth, only cold assessment. "She looks half-starved." "My Prince, she is untouched and trained in all the proper ways," the escort stammered. "She will serve your needs well."