Game Of Thrones The Golden Crown Novels & Stories

Sargis I was emotionless. The heavy fabric of my ceremonial robe was adorned with intricate golden embroidery that seemed to ripple like liquid gold in the light, creating a stunning contrast against the deep, royal purple that enveloped my form. This vibrant hue cascaded dramatically behind me, flowing like a regal banner that signified both honor and the immense burden of my duty. Resting atop my head, the crown was a masterful creation, its sharp edges caught the light in a way that made it seem almost alive, sparkling with a fierce radiance. Each jagged point and gem told a story of power, forged in the deep crucible of bloodshed and steeped in the weight of ancient legacies.

With a final, deafening strike, the light vanished. Sitting on the golden floor was a new Key. It wasn't pristine, glowing gold like the old Admin Key. It was a jagged, heavy thing, forged from dark, matte-black iron, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic red light that perfectly matched the beat of Ren's own heart. SYSTEM ALERT: THE CROWN OF THORNS FORGED. ITEM CLASS: MYTHIC/ADMINISTRATIVE. SOUL-BOUND TO: WRAITH. WARNING: DESTRUCTION OF THIS ITEM WILL RESULT IN PERMANENT NEURAL CESSATION.

She chuckles, “Yeah, Seb’s a good teacher… Now, if you could just control yourselves around each other, you might learn faster…” He winks at her, “Maybe.” She smirks, “But Honey, where’s the fun in that? I hate behaving.” He starts to lead her down the stairs again, and just like last time, George is waiting in his uniform, but with an added long black crushed velvet cloak with a white fur trim, and a golden crown. The crown is a broad band that circles his head with six short points, each with an oval cabochon of onyx surrounded by small square cut emeralds set in the broad part near the band.

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.

It seemed to shimmer with every movement, catching the light and commanding attention. But what caught my eye the most was the golden crown adorning his head. It was a sight to behold—a symbol of his authority and status as the ruler of Arodona. The crown was studded with glistening gemstones, each one capturing the light and casting a radiant glow. Its intricate design spoke of craftsmanship and regality, leaving no doubt that this man was indeed the king. The crown sat atop his head, perfectly balanced, and accentuated his noble features. It added an undeniable aura of power and responsibility to his presence. I couldn't help but be captivated by the way he carried himself, his every movem

He smiled at me, his mouth stretching with his cheeks. The world stopped I swear. His head bowed down, picking something from a cushion with him holding it out under my gaze. I did not want to stare away from him but I finally did to see what he was holding to me. I stopped breathing, stopped everything with my eyes falling on the large golden crown. It had rubies and such glorious stones that ordained it. It was the most gorgeous piece of jewellery I had ever seen, it seemed as if it could start wars and end worlds. It seemed overly expensive and heavy.

"Are you alright?" "It's no big deal. I'll be better with some rest," said Karl. Wilbur nodded. Dawson and Cameron hurried to bow to Wilbur. To them, their Godly Emperor now seemed all the more powerful. Wilbur nodded in acknowledgment. Just then, Karl looked over at Groot. Groot had run off at full speed, returning in no time with a tray. On the tray was a robe with a crown on it. The crown was made of pure gold and looked like a flaming golden dragon curled up. There was a red gem on the dragon's forehead, emitting a fiery glow.

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.

And the Tourmaline Brotherhood pressed on her a crown wrought in the shape of a three-headed dragon; the coils were yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx. The crown was the only offering she'd kept. The rest she sold, to gather the wealth she had wasted on the Pureborn. Xaro would have sold the crown too-the Thirteen would see that she had a much finer one, he swore-but Dany forbade it. "Viserys sold my mother's crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen." And so she did, though the weight of it made her neck ache.

I sometimes think this is a new tradition brought in recently with mates getting married as once you’re marked you have a bond for life and this is normally only broken when one of the pair dies, but this has been changed again with more mate pairs rejecting each other either from the beginning or when they no longer want to be with the other person later down the line. “Are you happy? Was this everything you wanted My Queen?” Ryder whispered in my ear, I was able to just about hear him over the music that was playing during the reception, but with him being so close sent shivers down my spine. “I’m very happy My King and this was a perfect day, the crown is perfect thank you.” I replied, ge