Jewel In His Crown Novelas e Histórias

He was irritated to say the least at the incompetence that he was surrounded by, but no matter he would solve that as well. Once he blamed the King’s murder on that pitiful, defenseless Kingdom that neighbored them he would have full access to their best soldiers and jewels so he could hire more. He had to just wait. He watched the Princess at the coronation ceremony she looked beautiful, and all that looked upon her seemed entranced by the fact she was almost identical to her mother, except for her eyes, those were her father’s. She would give him that Jewel and he would be the most powerful man alive.

The halls were so desolate that my voice resonated off the walls. His Majesty chuckled slightly, my eyes darted to the cute looking mole underneath his eye, it suited him. As if he knew, he tilted his head to the side, catching my stare. Blood rushed up to my cheeks when his eyes gazed into my freakish multicolored orbs. I looked away, and noticed a golden inscription at the base of the vase. From V to H. "Who is H?" I mindlessly asked, reaching out to take a feel of the item. However, my fingers never got to even touch it's orbit, his majesty firmly gripped my wrist.

the grand duke reassured Elen, taking her hand and fastening the necklace around her neck. Elen examined the necklace carefully. The pendant, in the shape of a teardrop, was made of high-quality diamond, and she could feel the power emanating from it. It was simple yet elegant, and the weight of the pendant brought her a sense of comfort as she grasped it, finding relief in the protection it seemed to promise. "Thank you, Grand Duke. This means a lot to me," Elen expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with relief as she felt the comforting weight of the necklace.

“A great Princess of Atalaxia. I hope that you will endeavor to live up to the honor bestowed on you by wearing it.” “I will try,” I say, quite soft and gentle, going to my knees before this Prince as Pippa comes back and reverently hands him the crown. I demurely lower my chin so that he can place the object on my head. It’s heavy, and when I turn to look in the mirror I see that it’s a gorgeous, elaborate crown, studded with diamonds and sapphires. But even as I admire it, my heart sinks. Because I miss my simple rose-gold crown, the one that marks me as a Princess of Moon Valley. The one my mom picked out. The one that Jackson once told me he thought was pretty.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

“What if we do one more job together? I swear on the Goddess of all wolves and wolfkin that I will never ask nor drag you along for another one of my hunts ever again.” Dublin’s face went slack in shock, the oath to our Goddess something that no wolf ever took for granted. “My Goddess… You’re going after the Crown Jewels…” his eyes went wide as his skin went pale, the look in his eyes saying that he finally thought I lost my marbles. “Yes and no.” I stated, leaning closer to him and dropping my voice low. “It’s a Royal jewel, but not from here.” His eyes took on some curiosity as they darted around the room to make sure no one was paying attention to us, only going on as the waiter dropped o

He had his work and his prayers and the specific machinery of power that he’d been building toward for two decades. He didn’t wake her. Instead, he removed his coat and retrieved the sketch. Looked at it again in the gray light filtering through his windows. Studied the lines of his nephew’s submission, the clear evidence of how far Daemon had fallen. On his desk was the ring he wore on a chain around his neck. Gold. Simple. Engraved with an insignia that was no longer in use because the boy who’d worn it as a signet was dead. Matthias’s ring.

Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Then: "How many Crowns does he have?" Silence. Then Aurelius answered. Then: "Two." The world froze. Immediately. Then Ava stared. Then: "Excuse me?" Then: "Two?" Then: "How?" Aurelius looked toward the horizon. Then: "The Seventh Crown." Silence. Then: "He already possessed it." God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the realization hit.