Game Of Thrones The Golden Crown Novels & Stories

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

I smile from ear to ear but I'm nervous still. "Ladies and gentlemen!" The officer who was officiating the ceremony called. The cheers didn't completely die down until the Lycan King raised his hand. My mate looks at me lovingly and grabs my hand, lifting it to kiss my hand. He guides me to the officer and Arya comes to the start, carrying a small crown on a velvet pillow. The crown is majestic and has so many diamond stones on it. She opens it to reveal the most beautiful crown I have ever seen! I get down on my knees in front of the officer and lower my head.

Once Dominick had his release without going all the way in, he rested beside her while she gathered the sheet to cover her body from the ripped clothes. He placed a box over her stomach. “Here,” She was puzzled. “Open it.” It’s probably a piece of jewelry that could be wrapped around her neck like a collar for a leash. She sat up and stared down at the gold seal over it. The Emblem of the Kingdom Westeros. She opened it to find a gold necklace with a pendant of the emblem. “Why are you giving me this?” “It’s the family’s relic. It would protect you.” She stared at him.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

She also practices how to use the ring, and Prof Alan is a true genius because it's easy to use and it could really protect her from elemental powers. Before the game starts, Katara goes back to the Greenhouse to check if the crown prince is there. She waited for him for almost 20 minutes before she decided to go back, but she was about to open the door when someone had already done. She was dragged and lost her balance for a second. It's a good thing that the crown prince held her hand and pulled her back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He immediately apologized. "No, it's okay! It's okay…" She said, and the crown prince looked at her.

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.

Shanelle POV I smoothed down the delicate fabric of my elegant gown, a rich shade of midnight blue that hugged my curves in all the right places. The beaded embellishments sparkled under the ambient lighting, casting a soft glow around me. Beside me, Beatrice and Kayleen, stood resplendent in their own designer ensembles. Beatrice wore a vibrant red dress that accentuated her fiery personality, while Kayleen donned a sleek silver gown that mirrored her quiet grace.

She would only give her head to a natural enemy who sought to eat her and the crown prince was the hungry snake who would eat her even after she gave all that she had to offer. “Lady Alicia.” The voice of a man disrupted her thoughts. It was the watchman guard assigned to follow her every move. “It’s time.” Alicia who had found her answer no longer wore a look of hesitation. “Yes, let’s go meet the crown prince.” * The crown prince’s palace was luxurious from the expensive rugs laid bare on the floor to the marble-like walls. It was splendid. There was not a place to be found without decorations. Everything was covered in gold and splendor – even the railing was painted gold. Gold… the color

She charged for the stairs, craving air, an exit, anything, but Vivienne’s voice stopped her dead halfway up. “One more thing,” Vivienne called, her tone sharpening, less frost, more bite. Sienna turned, hand squeezing the banister. Vivienne dangled a little silver key, letting it swing like a lure. “Dorian left this with the letter. Opens something here. Something he said you can’t do without.”

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of