Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones The Golden Crown

The majority had chosen, placing the crowns on our heads and giving us an incredible weight of responsibilities… I drew a deep breath as I took one final glance in the mirror. I was wearing a long white dress with golden threads. A white velvet cloak, trimmed with fur, rested on my shoulders. I had a necklace with a tear-shaped pearl and matching earrings, but the heaviest piece of jewelry rested on my head. My crown resembled tangled golden and silver thorns with little buds where pearls bloomed. A similar crown was made for Kaan, but his was made of silver and black steel, with black pearls instead of white.

Yet, somehow, she knew them. The man was similarly dressed like the woman. But where she had leather sleeves and trews that laced up, he had no sleeves and full leather trews that were loose enough to move in but not so loose that they would hamper his fighting ability. On his head was a crown. A crown of the purest gold braided with platinum and inlaid with the largest ruby she had ever seen. It was easily as big as her fist. On the crown were several figures and when she tried to look closer, she realizes that they were dragons in flight. Mira gasped and realized that this was not only the ruler of the Keep, but the fabled Dragon King.

“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

Elara was on her feet in seconds, blade drawn. Rhys sprinted ahead. “North watch!” Ten Iron Claw warriors were on the ground, their skin blackened, eyes melted. And above them, floating like a fever dream, was a man wrapped in shadowsteel robes, a gold crown fused to his skull. “The King.” They called. He didn’t speak. He only raised his hand and the trees behind them exploded with chaos and fame. Elara ducked as a branch whipped past her head. Lyra slammed into her, bleeding from the scalp.

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.

“Let’s open it together.” “No.” His tone was razor-sharp. “I’ll open it. You stay behind me.” He lifted the velvet covering slowly. Inside the box lay a single object. A crown. Silver. Narrow. Elegant. Laced with obsidian and moonstone. Crafted with sickening care. It was delicate, unmistakably shaped for a woman. A queen. Aria’s breath caught. Kaelen snarled—a sound so vicious the very air seemed to recoil. Attached to the crown was a small rolled parchment. Kaelen snatched it and unrolled it. His hands shook as he read it aloud: