Novel & Cerita Jewel In His Crown

“We cannot keep her, Jarvis. We’ve made the mistake of bringing her here.” “You do not have to give her the crown; she still belongs here, with you as her mate.” Jarvis continued. Instantly, a chunk assembled in Kaizen’s throat; it was painful to swallow. Roxanne being his mate was something he wasn't ready for or wanted to acknowledge. “She is not my mate,” he compelled the words out. He couldn't afford to get a mate, not now, not ever. Azriel chortled. "Keep saying it, and you might start believing it. You have been fortunate to meet your mate, Kaizen; some of us aren't lucky and we have accepted our fates. You should keep her.”

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

He tried calling her, “Darina, what about our brotherhood?” “You should have inquired that yourself, Shahin,” Darina riposted. She left the place without looking back. Shahin trembled in the urgency to convince Basiliskus again to side with him. “But Satrap Basiliskus, you know that my great-grandfather is a king. By now, I am the real possessor of the crown. You should have set your allegiance to me even if you do not aim to set out Gilan from Clapestris.”

Yet, somehow, she knew them. The man was similarly dressed like the woman. But where she had leather sleeves and trews that laced up, he had no sleeves and full leather trews that were loose enough to move in but not so loose that they would hamper his fighting ability. On his head was a crown. A crown of the purest gold braided with platinum and inlaid with the largest ruby she had ever seen. It was easily as big as her fist. On the crown were several figures and when she tried to look closer, she realizes that they were dragons in flight. Mira gasped and realized that this was not only the ruler of the Keep, but the fabled Dragon King.

Here I have a gift for you. . Laila snapped her fingers and one of her children brought a crown made of the jewels in her cave. The creature handed the crown to me and removed the one in my head smashing it as if it was nothing. . Laila ➡ This crown is a special gift from me... Only those with your blood can wear this.. Anyone out side will die instantly if he wears the crown. . Mustapha ➡ Okay your highness.. .

Just as everyone was amazed by Caspian's encounter, something else happened in the Crown Prince's mansion. The Crown Prince's face darkened, and cracks appeared on his thumb ring. One had to understand that the jade thumb ring the Crown Prince wore wasn't an ordinary item, but rather a powerful magical treasures. It could easily block a Supreme Master Realm attack, but right now, it was crushed until there were traces of cracks. This showed how angry the Crown Prince was!

I chuckled. He looked at me with a faint smile, slowly surfacing on his face. "Your Binna is beautiful. You'd better take good care of her." I winked. "I will," he promised and hurriedly got back to his wife. My eyes shifted to the man standing before me. My King wore a black tuxedo with satin lapels and buttons, a black vest, a white shirt, and a black bow tie. He looked irresistibly hot. As he reached his hand towards me, Nera took my hand and placed it in his. He helped me step onto the podium, then gestured at Leo, who was carrying a velvet pillow with the queen's crown. I gasped when I realized that my crown was made of white gold, diamonds, and sparkling green emeralds. Sariel smiled,

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

" He said with a smile on his face as he recalled the first time he saw her. She was like a blooming flower in the desert. He recalled her playing with his crown. She looked so innocent, so pure. It made him want to hide her in his embrace forever. Speaking of which he remembered about the crown which she still has. "Where have you kept my crown little one?" He asked her. He hopes she took good care of it and didn't gave it to anyone or even worse broke it. Though it is difficult to break the crown since it is made of the most rarest and expensive diamonds and metals.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.