Jewel In His Crown Novels & Stories

“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.

I replied, bowing slightly. "Which is?" Brandon, the minister in charge of food, asked. "King Cedric wants weapons in exchange for a rice supply," I replied. "Why would King Cedric want weapons when there's gold and other things he could ask for?" Minister Cidarius objected — the minister in charge of weapon supplies, and Pavan's grandfather. "We have plenty of weapons, and merchants supply us more besides. I think it's worth agreeing to. King Cedric is only asking for what his kingdom lacks," Minister Iris, the Minister of Health, offered.

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

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.

“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.

There was a large red cushion on top of the trolley and that too was covered with a red velvet cloth, hiding the contents from view. “Damien?” I whispered as my heart almost burst out of my chest. Is that what I think it was? Zoya came to stand in front of us and then moved back once again, leaving the trolley in front of us. Taking my hand firmly in his, Damien moved forward and removed the red velvet cover and revealed the contents to everyone in the room, leaving everyone speechless. I felt the breath get knocked out of my lungs. It was a crown. Studded with pure white diamonds that sparkled in the light of the candles and with a huge ruby in the center, it was a crown for a Queen…for me.

“Don’t worry… I am not forcing you to stay by my side. That is why, Emery, I will give you this one last chance to decide. Will you choose to be with me or do you want to return to the eastern continent with King Lawson? If you choose the latter, I will understand and will let you go without harm. However, if you choose me now… I promise to never let you go no matter what. I will cherish you for the rest of my life no matter how many of my people would go against us. You will become the empress of the Varmore Empire and do whatever you wish to do.” He then showed her the ring that was carefully forged with expensive raw materials by the greatest jeweler in the empire. With one glance, it loo

“The poison that found its way beneath your chair last night was a southern compound. Expensive. Rare. Not something a lady keeps in her handbag.” “Then why did no one say that?” “Because it is easier to believe what you are told when the story is clean.” He lowered his voice farther. “If you plan to prove otherwise, you will need allies.” She studied him. His hands were ink stained. A burn mark crossed one knuckle. He wore the plain ring of a licensed researcher, not a noble crest. This was a man who knew how to stand inside a room without joining it. “What do you want?” she asked.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.