Game Of Thrones The Golden Crown นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She wondered why Luna was so worried while staring at her son. The hall returned to normal as the guests began to approach Aleric. Freya realized that for Aleric, she was like an invisible person. Maybe he forgot about her and her stupidity. The moment everyone had been waiting for arrived soon. The music shifted, becoming deep and powerful. It was time for the official crowning, the ancient ritual to hand the crown to the new Alpha. Alpha David stood on the raised platform, holding the ancient crown. It was heavy, made of dark, weathered gold and encrusted with raw, jagged diamonds that seemed to glow.

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

The room beyond was breathtaking. Silver pillars stretched toward the ceiling. Ancient banners hung untouched despite the passage of time. Moon symbols covered every wall. At the center of the chamber stood a throne. And resting upon that throne... Was a silver crown. The Moon Crown. Silence filled the room. The Crown glowed softly. Ariana couldn't look away...Neither could anyone else. Even Kael seemed stunned. Lucien slowly dropped to one knee. The gesture shocked everyone. "The Crown of House Lunareth."

Meanwhile, Rami took a moment to freshen up, changing her clothes and stylishly arranging her hair into two neat buns. After twenty minutes, Rora returned and said they could go outside, but the duke had ordered five knights to escort them. Elen wanted to argue, but she knew the duke would never allow them to leave on their own. "By the way, the grand duke gave this to you," Rora said, handing Elen a bag of gold coins. Elen felt grateful for the generous gift and accepted it, not wanting to offend the duke.

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”

The scar, cruel and vicious to me only seemed to heighten his unearthly allure. I couldn't stop staring, though every rational part of me screamed that I should look away. My fingers itched to trace the line again, to feel the story beneath the skin, but I dared not. His gaze, golden and unflinching, pinned me in place, a quiet command more potent than any sword. "You are already inside it," he murmured softly, as if he could read my thoughts."Even now, you walk the edge of my world. One wrong step, and it will consume you."

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

Theon and Nioma’s wedding approached after a few days. Theon stands at the edge of the stone platform, spine locked, shoulders squared. He doesn’t shift, doesn’t blink, as the morning sun sharpens his silhouette against the gray sky. His ceremonial robe drapes over him in folds of deep obsidian trimmed with gold thread, regal and heavy. The crown rests in his palm, gleaming with forged expectation. Each breath he draws is controlled, deliberate. The crowd gathered in the clearing watches in reverent silence, the only sound the soft chant of the elders echoing through the trees.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Then Ava pointed at Thomas. Immediately. Then: "Him." Thomas stared at her. Then: "Seriously?" Then: "What?" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the giant's glowing eyes locked onto Thomas. The Fourth Crown reacted. The yellow beam intensified. Then the giant nodded. Slowly. Then: "THE HIGH HEIR." Silence. Then: "COME FORWARD." The giant's chest began glowing. A massive golden door appeared. Directly over its heart. Ancient symbols covered the entrance.