Jewel In His Crown の小説・ストーリー

“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.”

Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass. Sebastian let out a short, contemptuous laugh. His polished, hand-made leather shoe came down, pinning Lorenzo’s palm to the floor with agonizing precision. "The head of the family? Lorenzo, you seem to have forgotten who anointed you to that seat. In this city, what I bestow, I can reclaim whenever I please." Pinned and helpless, Lorenzo twisted his head, staring up at me with eyes saturated in pure venom. "Joanna, you make me sick. I can't believe how fast you crawled into the Don’s bed."

William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants. He clasped my shaking hand, his gaze warm and filled with a gentle pity. "Sophia, my dear little Principessa, forgive my tardiness." He slipped off his trench coat, still holding his warmth, and draped it over my shivering frame with precise care. Then, with fingers sheathed in black leather gloves, he tenderly wiped away the dew from my lashes. His voice was a deep, raspy whisper. "The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings.

My pride had been shredded into ribbons when she forced Julian and me into the dirt as lower-tier laborers instead of the royal dignitaries we were born to be. But as my bloody hands tightly gripped the secret ledgers against my ribs, a vicious, electric thrill shot through my veins. I was going to tear that heavy crown straight off Valeria's perfect head. I held the ultimate, irrefutable weapon to bring her empire crashing down. Hiding in the deep, freezing shadows of the covered stone archways overlooking the main courtyard, Julian’s greedy, frantic words from the greenhouse echoed like a sweet melody in my head.

“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.

He smiled at me, his mouth stretching with his cheeks. The world stopped I swear. His head bowed down, picking something from a cushion with him holding it out under my gaze. I did not want to stare away from him but I finally did to see what he was holding to me. I stopped breathing, stopped everything with my eyes falling on the large golden crown. It had rubies and such glorious stones that ordained it. It was the most gorgeous piece of jewellery I had ever seen, it seemed as if it could start wars and end worlds. It seemed overly expensive and heavy.

With the head eunuch pausing for a bit without looking away from the dagger and his eyes squinted, the king got curious about what he was thinking. “What about the gemstone?” “It mostly consists of corundum, one of the hardest minerals according to the textbooks. But it is commonly called emery.” His Majesty returned his attention to the dagger and stated, “A gemstone having the same name as the queen. Do you think it is a simple coincidence?” The head eunuch bowed. “I dare not slander the queen’s name, Your Majesty.” “It is fine. That woman is questionable in a lot of ways. Anyway, since she is not here, have Lady Hazel transfer to the Inner Palace.”

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for