Game Of Thrones The Golden Crown Novels & Stories

“ What's your name?” “Joey,my Queen.” “ Well Joey consider this your return.” Tossing a bag of gold coins onto the table. “My Queen…” “What?” He quickly lowered his gaze. “speak.” “I can make something that looks like it.” Cersei stepped closer. “Looks like it?” “A replica, yes. But if you're asking me to make this crown again…” His eyes returned to the blood-stained spikes. “There are things about this metal I cannot reproduce.”

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

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.

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

Silvana said, handing me the crown, to place it on Lanox's head. He approached me, I placed the crown. I held out my hand for him to stand up, "I Luna Queen Faith Zanaerys North of our White Magic Coven, I crown you as my King and I accept you for life, together we will give a new future to our people" I said looking at him. He stood up and everyone looked at him, his crown burst into flames and these were consumed, until his crown disappeared, the elements had accepted him as their king and I looked at Lanox excited.

And if, it was any other God, they would take it for treason which it is, but as it is, my flawed nature allows me to joke even at wrong moments, which baffles me, because at this point, anyone could have killed king Orrin. And all that we know, we can't do anything about it yet, until the end of the competition of Gods, to attain a new king to the throne. Such a competition that hasn't been held in the last thousand years. And such a competition which will begin from the 3rd day after king Orrin 's ceremonial burial. "Alec," My head snaps away from my journal to the voice calling my name. Odell stands at the open door, with two hands into the white suit trouser he is wearing.

He whispered then took the ring from the small box and put it around my finger. Cheers and claps erupted in the room. Roy wasted no time in embracing me happily. "That's one way to do it brother!" Cooper screamed happily. I pulled back and faked a smile. Becky and Lizzy moved closer and held both of my hands while giggling. "Congratulations," they said together. "Thank you." I answered softly. Cooper walked to us and put his hand on Roy's shoulder happily. "Congratulations to both of you, I'm so happy." He said then glanced behind and waved at a waitress who quickly came.

The banners overhead shifted faintly in the air currents, Everley’s deep blue and silver nearest the eastern stair, Hawthorne’s forest green toward the west, Nerezza’s dark crimson lining the shadowed corridor, and the gold-threaded black of Aurelian hanging alone near the center like a reminder of something reclaimed. We paused just inside the doors. Not intentionally. Just long enough for the ripple to reach us. “I thought Wren lived in Aetherwind coven territory.” “She does.” Elara Veymont stood near the base of the Everley staircase, posture immaculate, dark hair pinned precisely. Her gaze slid from me to Kaia and back again, sharp and assessing. Not scandalized. Interested. Stormhollow

“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.

CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.