Jewel In His Crown Novels & Stories

“The watch Colt Quinn brought may not be priceless, but it previously belonged to Mr. Avery, so it’s one of a kind! Is it for Reina?” “They’re all family and friends of Gerald Howard. Did he ask them to show support for her?” “I’m so envious… Any of these gifts would be enough to impress everyone, but Mr. Howard is gifting them all to Reina!” “Here comes Ms. Reina!” Reina felt a little dizzy. Nathan’s crown was made of platinum and the best diamonds around. It was one of the Queen of Anglestan’s favorite jewelry pieces before it ended up in the hands of the public.

She stepped in and I followed her. “Daaaaamn,” Jeanette said, with a low whistle. There were easily three dozen crowns in here, all each with their own display. All with its own spotlight. My stomach sank thinking that for the cost of just even the smallest one, Kingdom 10 could likely be lifted out of poverty. What a waste. *Damn right, shows you what they value as important,* Mila huffed. I nodded at her comment as my fingers ran across some jewels. “Jeanette, would you mind getting my mom,” I asked.

Underneath he’s wearing a black buttoned-up shirt with a gold strip down the button lining of the shirt and has paired it with black slacks with a gold strip down the outer seam of the pants along with gold leather oxfords. He’s carrying a large white velvet pillow over to my mother, and I frown as he kneels beside her, raising the pillow to her. Carefully, my mother removes the grand crown from her head. The crown is adorned with diamonds, white pearls and is shaped by white quartz crystal and white seashells with gold detailing. Instead of placing the crown upon Lemuel’s head, she places it down on the velvet pillow. I’m about to stand up and protest when Eisa walks over carrying a purple

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.

Soon, Yvonne found out the answer to her question. After the winners were announced, the large screen started showcasing the design drafts that they had submitted. Yvonne's eyes darkened considerably when Kayla's draft came on the screen. Green agates and golden metallic threads were woven into a flower crown. The goldsmithing technique used to craft the piece of jewelry was very intricate. Little details were hidden in the design; if one were attentive enough to spot them, it showed the designer's crafty and brilliant mind.

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.