Jewel In His Crown Novels & Stories

Something in his eyes, anticipation, perhaps, or nervousness… made me turn to face him fully. “What’s that?” I asked, nodding toward the box. Instead of answering, he stepped forward and lifted the lid. My hand flew to my mouth, a small gasp escaping before I could catch it. Nestled on black velvet lay a delicate crown, not the heavy, ostentatious thing I’d imagined when he mentioned royal regalia, but something ethereal and perfect. White gold twisted into intricate patterns that reminded me of moonlight on water, with moonstones scattered throughout like stars in a night sky.

I got in their car and the driver took me to the jeweler, and he helped me design a beautiful crown. He smiled, “You are going to look absolutely stunning in this crown. I know our kingdom will fall in love with you.” I smiled, “Well, thank you. I do appreciate that vote of confidence.” He chuckled, “You will be amazing. I know it. Prince Elliot is a very lucky man to have you for a mate.” I smiled as I shook his hand, “I’m the lucky one. Have a great day.” He wished me good day and I walked next door to the dress shop.

He kept calling her name, "Gale, Gale. Try to love me, okay? Just love me a little bit. A little bit is enough. I don't want much..." As long as he got a little love from her, he would be satisfied and ask for nothing more. The crown lay in Gale's hand quietly. It seemed that it was just a toy bought casually in a jewelry store, not jewelry worth a crazy sum of money. The blue gem in the middle of the crown exuded a faint blue light.

absolute. The Alpha lowered its head even further. "The... interference..." it growled painfully. "The Crown..." The cloaked man raised one hand, silencing it instantly. "I expected as much." Slowly, he turned toward a massive crystal suspended above the chamber. Within its dark surface shimmered the image of a young girl standing on a terrace beneath the moonlight. The man's hidden lips curved into the faintest smile. "So..." he murmured. "You've finally returned." His fingers brushed lightly against the crystal before he spoke again, this time almost affectionately. "Sleep a little longer, Your Majesty." The image vanished. The chamber fell silent once more. Then the man issued a single c

“But the King…” A long pause followed. The glowing face slowly turned toward Alessio. ”…has not.” The light faded. Leaving behind a single object floating above the altar. A crown. Not made of gold. Not silver. Forged entirely from crystal. The Crystal Crown of the First King. No one dared touch it. Because carved into its inner rim… Were seven words. “Only one brother may wear this crown.” The three brothers looked at one another. The war they had been fighting was over. A far more painful choice… Had just begun.

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

He asks, raising a brow. “Safe and secure,” I assure him. “The crown is sitting in the inner vault.” Kellen had Tala’s crown specially commissioned. When having the crown designed, Kellen took diamonds from his Mother's & Grandmother's crowns and had them reset in Tala’s. In addition, he used a few family heirloom jewels. Most of them emeralds but one - the centerpiece of the crown, was a blood-red ruby.

It was moonstone inlaid silver filigree, exquisite and delicate. A crown fit for a real wolf, not a meek person. "I'm not sure," The older man stumbled, his swollen eyes flitting from Chad to me. "Crown her," Chad said in a steely voice, refusing to back down. The older person paused for a while more before nodding. With the crown held lovingly in his wrinkled hands, he stepped forward. I lowered my head, sensing the burden of custom and anticipation descend upon me.

When he caught sight of the wedding ring on her finger, he went mad and tore it from her in a frenzy. Then, Aidan hastily smoothed his wrinkled suit and dropped to one knee in front of me. He held the ring high, his eyes burning with false devotion. "Zadie, you're the only one I love. I'll propose to you now. Will you marry me?" His shamelessness stunned me.

“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.”