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the witch said. “And?” I asked, “Say what you have to say.” The three witches look at each other. Nerves visible in their porcelain faces. “A crown,” the witch said as she lowered her head. Frowning, I throw them a questioning look. What crown were they speaking of? “Have you heard about the Ruby Crown?” The witch asked. I shake my head. I had never heard of a Ruby Crown. I didn’t understand where they were going with this. Letting them know they could continue. I watch as they take a seat.

I said, “then the crown is already rotten.” That did it. Chairs scraped. Voices rose. Anger surfaced

35. Friends Astrid's POV: I stood in awe, finding a cupboard filled with dazzling crowns. Different parts were packed with exquisite crows, each one unique in its own way. I whirled around, my eyes wide, feeling as if I were in a dream or a high-end jewelry store. "What are these?" I asked. "Crowns, duh!" he said sarcastically. "Yes, I know, but why so many?" I asked. It seemed like he had an obsession with crowns, much like my obsession with shoes. In the past, no number of shoes was ever enough for me. I think he wanted me to choose one now, but I was confused and didn't know how to respond.

Kevin raised his brow, folding his arms on his chest, “this can cost you your crown, you know that?” I looked at Adrian sharply, this same crown was the reason he went ahead with the bet, what is it going to be now that it had been mentioned? Adrian smiled at me, and without looking at Kevin, he said the most precious words I have ever heard, “you can have the crown Kev, I have a better one, right here in my arms.”

It’s understanding. Only one crown. Shared. Confetti cannons fire. Gold and white rain down around us. It catches in Damon’s hair, sticks to the sweat on his neck. He’s smiling, but his eyes are bright. “Public acknowledgment?” he says quietly, leaning closer so no one else hears. “You deserve it,” I answer. “That’s not what I meant.” I know what he meant. For months, we avoided saying anything too direct. Let the rumors burn out on their own. Let the locker room politics settle.

While I unscrew the lid, I huff, “Well. I don’t have all day.” Becky swallows and hesitates for a moment, before she timidly replies, “M.Max sa.said something a.a.about the c.c.c.crown..” What! Oh, I definitely going to fire her. This is unacceptable. My hand tightens around the water bottle as my blood boils. However, asking Becky another question, is a losing cause. If this is something about the crown, I can’t waste any more time. I quickly chug some water before tossing the bottle back into my bag and grabbing my phone. I hit Max’s number and turn my back to Becky.

"What does she mean the Crown was built to create me?" The Queen's expression grew serious. For a moment, she seemed to be choosing her words carefully. "The Crown was never a prison." Selara folded her arms. "I told them that already." The Queen ignored her. "It was a vessel." A knot formed in Lyra's stomach. "I don't understand." "No," the Queen said softly. "Because nobody allowed you to." She looked toward Aurelia. Then the Empty King. Then the creature. One by one. "Every one of us lied."

The party hit its peak when my father climbed onto a makeshift platform to give his thank-you speech. As his last words hung in the air and the clapping dwindled, Sebastian made his move. He strode through the parting crowd and came face-to-face with my father. Then, he dropped to one knee. Silence swept through the hall, every single eye locked on the young man who had always been in the background. "Don Caruso," Sebastian's voice was not loud, but it cut through the silence, firm and clear, "I'm forever in debt to you and the Caruso family for taking me in these past two years. I'll never forget this act of kindness."