Novel & Cerita Crownless King

“The crown is mine.” I bent a little lower eyeing the way she held him, placing his head on her laps. I ignored their display for an instant, squatting down to grasp the blood coated crown. The piece was an original gold one, with ten slops around it and by the sides were transparent pearls forming a bridge at the start of each slops. “Could someone get a friggin’ fucking ambulance or do you want your new King to be marked as a murderer?!” I suddenly yelled, bringing out a white handkerchief from the breast pocket of my suit. Erasing the stains of blood from the part of the crown it touched, I positioned it on my head.

And as far as I can see they all look the same age. “What do you mean by that?!” Hamstell. Kenrick sighed. “The Crown Prince will need his Marionette once he grows up. And only the daughter of the Dukes and Duchesses is chosen to be his Marionette. He will need this child. So better to take good care of her…” “Right. It’s better to keep this child alive.” Said Parker. I stared at him and let out a wide cutie smile. “She’s cute…” The guy standing beside the door smirked. Gah. I think my face is heating up. I’m so happy! He took my charms so easily!

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

His tail surrounded me in a protective stance. “So it’s you,” Ren spoke with a sly smile on his face. “The famous Crown Princess of Solterra, the only one alive who can summon a fire dragon. The mistress of fire. Now I see where those rumors came from. You have an incomparable beauty indeed.” “Ren Lancaster,” I uttered his name with disgust. “Right.” He nodded. “I am Ren Lancaster, the king of Frostville and will soon be the king of all kingdoms. And you…” He smirked and advanced a step. “Shall be mine.”

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

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.

He smiled broadly at the sight of his grandson. Andre sat beside the queen next to his dad until the announcement was made that the kingmakers should proceed with the crowning ceremony. The journalists and cameras were busy, doing their jobs and before all, a crown was placed on Andre Torello’s head. It was beautiful, a little smaller than the one the King himself wore and a golden necklace was placed around his neck as soon as that was done, along with the oath of office, he was declared the crown Prince of the Ashanti Kingdom.

So many mysteries really surrounding Queen Elizabeth’s death, and the rift between King Valois and the Crowned Prince. Regardless of that allegations, he was still Crowned Prince regardless. Rumors have it he is the most ruthless Lycan to walk down the face of our realm, even more than King Valois and honestly, the man had left pretty big shoes to fill. Anyone who trespasses the Lycan Kingdom is automatically sentenced to death by the Crown Prince. It is no secret that King Valois has been sick for a while, and the Crown Prince basically rules the court—some even claim he is behind his father’s sickness, that he had locked him up and taken charge—no one can stop him because of the great powe

In less than a minute, the whole court erupted with clappings. But, King Lucien wasn't done. A guard hurried forward with the Royal Pillow held out in front of him. On the pillow nestled a shiny gold crown she has never seen before but was almost sure that it isn't the crown of a princess because a princess's crown is way smaller and less shiny. With both hands, King Lucien reached for the crown. He took it out with utmost respect, and as he did so, his voice raised again;

His words had struck a chord within me—his mention of the alpha king and the mark that had eluded him. The alpha king, a figure of legend and power, had cast a long shadow over the kingdom's history. His mark was not just a physical trait; it symbolized authority, lineage, and an unbreakable tie to the noble bloodline. For the crown prince to allude to possessing that mark, and then reveal that he did not inherit it, was a revelation that held significance beyond the immediate situation.