Bought by the Feral Billionaire
Resting upon a cushion of dark velvet in the center of the anvil was the Crown of the Sovereign Heir.
Forged over three weeks by the combined efforts of northern meteor-smiths, Eastern dragon-craftsmen, and trench metal-singers, the crown was a breathtaking, delicate masterpiece. It was a open circlet of woven dark star-iron, inlaid with four shimmering gems: a fiery red dragon-ruby, a deep blue ocean pearl, a white frost-crystal, and a dark void-diamond at the center.
Dominic and Clara stopped before the Coronation Anvil. Dominic turned Clara toward him, his hand remaining anchored on her waist as he looked into her eyes with unspoken, fierce love.