Daenerys Targaryen Crown Mga Nobela at Kwento

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

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.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

War broke... People from different places fought untamed. All of them were fighting, just for the said ownerless and unseen Royal Crown. This certain Crown was left unworn since the last Royal Family of the Kingdom was assassinated by an unknown force, only after the youngest Royal Family member was born. It was said that they acquire unstoppable and unspecified sovereignty over all other kingdoms, which is said to be the main motive for the Royal Family's assassination.

M O N G R E L 🌷 "The Princess of Elamite is not allowed to walk out there without her crown," Arianna's gaze zeroes in on the platinum crown in his hands. It had platinum swirls that formed into leaflets and flowers, that made out of the royal blue sapphires and diamonds. "But I've never worn it," asked Ana, still mesmerised at the sight of the crown.

She spoke while reaching for the gold bar, "Jobs are running dry. You should put some ads online. We'll save whatever you make for your dowry." I raised my arm in defense, a scowl etched on my face. "Haven't you heard of the old ways? The gold bar belongs to Deathbringer's Child, the girl who guides souls. If you take it, you'll bring a curse upon yourself." Mom's laugh was cynical. She spun around and slapped me, her nails leaving a stinging trail on my cheek. Her eyes shot like daggers. "If I say you're the soul guide, then that's what you are. If I say you're not, then you're just my daughter. If I decide to sell you off to some lonely old man, that's exactly what you'll do!"

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”

As we move—brothers sealing exits, plans snapping into place—I know one thing with brutal clarity: She understands the world. What she doesn’t understand yet… …is how far four Crown Lords are willing to burn it down to keep her breathing.

It was more like overwhelming pride as she held a newly forged crown. It was made from the blackened iron of my father’s ring, woven together seamlessly, with the silver steel of the North. She lowered it onto my head. “ I present to you,” Vane’s booming, gravelly voice echoed over that silent courtyard “Elara. The Pureblood. The Curse Breaker. The Queen of Two Realms ! ” The unified army dropped to one knee, in this synchronized wave of reverence that felt too perfect to be real.

She wore rags that had once been clothing, torn and filthy, barely covering the worst of the damage done to her body. But it was her eyes that destroyed him. They were the color of storm clouds, grey with hints of silver, and they burned with a defiance that should have been impossible. She'd been beaten, starved, chained, sold—and still, *still*, there was fire in her gaze as she was hauled onto that platform. *Mate,* his wolf whispered with absolute certainty. *MATE.* And Kael Dravenhart, Crown Prince of Virelion, heir to the throne, trained weapon of his father's will, felt his entire world shatter and reform around the broken girl on the platform.