Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones The Golden Crown

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

I move as quickly as I could to the raised platform sliding on my knees across the golden built bench that the golden coated box holding the prince's crown lies. Considering my extraordinary streagth opening the box proves quite easy. Reaching inside the box my long fingers lock around one of the crown's side and I pry it out of the box. The diamond hoops rising from the crown ring shimmers in the dim light. Golden stars and a band of pearls joining in the middle under an orb of blue ename with a unique curve at the top. What an impressive work of art? Too bad I'm going to make it an impressive crown of shame hours from now. I am going to make Wilson's party a traumatic event that no one wil

That was the only one different because it was red, far from the dirty white color doors. “Please, open the door for us,” Noah told him. He didn’t complain, and he opened the door. The room was not big. There was a sofa in the middle and bookshelves in two corners. The sofa faces the glass box where the golden crown was located. He just stared at the golden crown because he couldn’t feel anything about it, and he didn’t hesitate to enter.

She looked the part of a queen. “Queen Elleanna Rose Dragonia…” A male voice announced as she began to descend the stairs. She blushed slightly as all eyes were on her. She was so thankful that she wasn’t forced to wear heels right now. She reached the stairs that lead to the thrones and stopped. Dracon stood up as his father stepped forward. His mother stood to one side of Elleanna and held out her crown of gold with dark purple gems in it towards his father. His father handed Dracon the crown for Elleanna.

Beside him, Arya’s long, copper curls were pinned with vines of gold and live ivy that curled as if they breathed. Alpha Czar spoke first “To our brother Alpha and his Luna, we bring the gift of the Living Crown—a circlet woven from the ever-rooted ivy of the Emerald Heart tree. It will never die, even in winter, and grows stronger with each trial. Just as your bond will.” He raised the crown—delicate, green, and pulsing faintly with druidic energy—and placed it in Dalton’s hands. Daniella, stunned, brushed her fingers across the vines. They curled slightly, responding to her touch.

A loud gong resounded throughout the whole place. Then, the elders began to speak at the same time."People of the four lands. We are gathered together to crown the rightful heir to the throne; the flamekeeper of the four lands" The fairies cheered and I found myself smiling. "Finally, after what feels like years of struggling, we have finally found peace. Daeron Zrēlyen of the Ky'ash clan, we crown you protector, leader, guardian of the four lands and flame keeper of the fairies!" One of the elders placed a golden crown on Daeron's head, it's blue and purple stones, glowing in the light. The fairies' cheers were almost deafening. "We crown you, Yahini Zrēlyen, queen and mother of the four la

Randall replied, his voice steady despite the weight of the moment pressing on his shoulders. The High Monk nodded, and an attendant brought forth the golden crown on its Velvet cushion. Seeing this crown made my heart skip a beat. It was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, a circlet of gold inlaid with emeralds and diamonds, with a central spike shaped like the antlers of a stag. Once it was placed on his head, everything was going to change. The dynamics of our marriage and our responsibilities will keep growing bigger and bigger. “With this crown,” the Monk said, holding it high for all to see, “I name you King Randall of Halewood.”

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

“I'll destroy it.” The creature's eyes widened. “You can't.” “Watch me.” I pulled the golden crown down. The moment my fingers touched it, a wave of power exploded through the palace. The Heart screamed. The Void screamed. Kael collapsed. And the creature finally released him. I looked at the crown in my hands. It was cracking. “No…” The creature rushed toward me. “STOP!” Too late. The crown shattered. A blinding golden light filled the palace. The creature screamed.