Game Of Thrones The Golden Crown นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The king grabbed the handle and saw that it was a dagger exquisitely made. The tip of the handle was a mixture of silver and gold seemingly woven over each other. Between the handle and the blade was a dark grey gemstone shaped like a shield and its crossguard and quillon were shaped like that of a wave. Securing the dark grey gemstone, two silver and gold snakes crossed over each other with their tails ending at the edge of the crossguard.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

Lorenzo lunged at her, his hands locking around her throat, his eyes so bloodshot they looked ready to burst from their sockets. "You used me! You killed my heir! You're a goddamn harlot who deserves to rot in hell!" He roared in fury, his hands—now covered in the raw red patches of his infection—pinning Bella’s shoulders down. "Joanna is nothing like you! She saved my life! She’s not a low-life like you!" "You aren't even worthy of uttering her name! You’re a filthy, toxic viper, and you’re the root of every disaster in my life!"

He reached out and took my hand, giving me a quiet sense of security. Everyone crowded around Drakon and Vania, showering them with praise. Only two serving maids stood near Lysander and me. "The Crown Prince is truly remarkable! A golden egg right away!" "Of course! The Crown Prince is a true Gold dragon. His child could only be golden!" Drakon's smile stretched so wide his lips nearly touched his ears. "My child could never be anything less," he boasted. Vania stood beside him, her eyes glittering with smug satisfaction.

Yet, amidst the thunderous exultation, Malakai’s gaze sought Amani—his greatest triumph, the one who made it all worth fighting for. His gaze shifted toward the Council member who had presented him with his crown. The man stepped forward again, but this time, in his hands was another crown. It was delicate yet regal, forged from the purest gold and adorned with rare jewels. Diamonds and sapphires were set into the metal, each one gleaming in the sunlight, their colors representing both the Bloodmoon and Blackclaw packs, a union of their legacy. Malakai took the crown gently, his eyes soft as he turned toward Amani. His heart pounded in his chest, not from fear, but from the depth of what thi

"O, Moon Goddess, The Mother of this planet, the one who offers her sweet gentle light to heal us, we, the kingdom of Zephyr, today, crown the Royal blood, the chosen one by you to be the Queen of this kingdom. Please accept her as your strongest soldier, the one who will lead the packs. " Aunt Emerald stepped forward, the crown of our ancestors held delicately in her hands. With a careful, practiced motion, she placed the crown on Tyrion's head first, then mine. "Alpha Tyrion! The Greatest Alpha! We are blessed to have you! " The pack erupted into cheers, their voices echoing through the clearing. I managed to smile, but the thumping of my heart grew louder, more insistent. "Long live the Q