Novel & Cerita Jewel In His Crown

The crown is a broad band that circles his head with six short points, each with an oval cabochon of onyx surrounded by small square cut emeralds set in the broad part near the band. He looks every inch the King he is, and again seems unable to control his jaw. She rolls her eyes at him, and Greyson hands her to him and she taps his jaw gently. He closes it and gives her a crooked smile, he lets his eyes drag over her slowly, and she sighs, “Yes, George. I know how good I look. Just rein it in a little, would you?” He smiles, and kisses her temple softly,

"If she was here today?" "One thing I know is that she will be very proud of you," he pats me "And be very happy to see you get accepted by everyone. Here." He took out a crown I never noticed kept our company all along and placed it in his palm to show me. It was silver with gemstones around it, highlighting its royal design. I gasped as I gently touched it. It looked so delicate. So fragile. "Is it mine?" "It's about time, princess Evanora," he said with a bow. "It's time for you to be acknowledged as the princess you are."

It was perfect-fit, meaning it could resize itself to the perfect size on the user's head. Each jewel represented the past kings that had worn it, the thorns represented what they had achieved. Only a true demon king could read through the crown. I didn't pick it. He had challenged me and to show that I was not too hasty to wear the crown like it would be my last time, I told a guard to pick it up and keep it in its rightful position. "You are later than I expected, sire." I looked up at him, great anger reflecting in my eyes. "You no longer have the right to call me your sire. You have lost that privilege."

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

Alpha Francis thanked the woman and she left with the tools in a red box. A tall, ripped, handsome youth carrying a silver pillow that had red fringes all around its edges and a golden crown studded with 3 emeralds placed atop it, walked over and knelt before Alpha Francis. The Alpha King gently took the crown and faced Zehelina, "You are a brave warrior, and it is evident to all that this is your destiny, as the chosen elite out of hundreds of others seeking this jewel. This crown comes with glory, wealth and influence. But it also comes with sacrifices, pain, weighty responsibilities and even death. Are you willing?"

"This was the first crown my mother ever wore. I thought... I hoped you might wear it tonight." My heart stuttered against my ribs. "Theo—" "She would have loved you," he interrupted gently. "Strong, compassionate, unafraid to challenge tradition while respecting its foundations. You remind me of her in so many ways." His fingers trembled slightly as he opened the box, revealing what lay nestled inside. The crown was a delicate masterpiece, smaller and more intricate than his – a woven pattern of gold and silver, studded with diamonds that caught the light and fractured it into a thousand tiny rainbows. It looked both ancient and timeless, powerful in its subtlety.

War broke... People from different places fought untamed. All of them were fighting, just for the said ownerless and unseen Royal Crown. This certain Crown was left unworn since the last Royal Family of the Kingdom was assassinated by an unknown force, only after the youngest Royal Family member was born. It was said that they acquire unstoppable and unspecified sovereignty over all other kingdoms, which is said to be the main motive for the Royal Family's assassination.

Katara looked at the Prince handed to her, she knotted her forehead and couldn't believe what he just lent. "No, I can't accept that." She immediately declined, it's his sword. The design changes but she can still feel the power that sword hold, the crown prince is not a crown prince of nothing. According to what she heard, at a young age, he was already sent to the battlefield as a leader and warrior and helped to win a war countless times, his sword was from their descendants that already slew millions of lives that made it more precious and more valuable. They said everyone who owns it will definitely succeed.

Bernice glanced at me. The maid put on white gloves and carefully opened the box to reveal a crown. I blinked. It was the Crown I had never seen before. It has twelve water-drop-shaped pearls arranged neatly on the crown. On the top of each pearl is a perfectly cut heart-shaped diamond. The base of the crown is silver with rings of olive-leaf-shaped crystals. In the light of the Sun, it is holy and elegant like the Crown of our moon goddess. Bernice was so pleased with the crown that the satisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…