Mumford Sons Broken Crown Novels & Stories

"Well, you know the kingdom's tradition, the throne can't be empty." "I think we have talked about this before, mother. We agreed my coronation would hold in two months time." "This is why I called you here. There's been a change of plan." "Please, explain further. I don't understand." "Courtney dear, please excuse us, darling." "Mother, I just got here." Courtney whined, sitting up. "I'm sorry." Courtney got down from the bed and walked out of the Queen's chamber. "I'm listening?"

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…

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

Jessica had completely severed our connection. I leaned back against the sofa, letting out a guttural growl of anguish as pain consumed me. My eyes fell on the ring Jessica had left behind—the one my mother had given her. The silver moonstone glowed faintly under the light. It was the family heirloom my mother had put on Jessica’s finger the day of our engagement. "This is our family’s heirloom. From now on, it belongs to you," my mother had said. I remembered how Jessica’s eyes had filled with tears, her amber gaze sparkling with happiness as she smiled sweetly at me.

he said, lifting my wrist adorned with a thin business watch. "It suits you even better than I imagined." The right hand of the man who had signed countless merger deals trembled slightly from nervousness. "If you don't want to wear it on your ring finger, you can wear it on a necklace first," Albert added cautiously. I shook my head with a smile, about to let him slide the ring onto my finger, when a deafening crack of breaking tempered glass cut me off. Shards sparkled through the air as Jeff burst in like an untamed beast.

She walked to her drafting table and spread out a fresh sheet of paper. Her hand hovered above it. For weeks, Eclipse Royale had consumed her. Now it felt contaminated. Not because it lacked brilliance — but because it carried betrayal in its shadow. If she was going to rebuild, she could not cling to what had been stolen. She needed something new. Not evolution. Reinvention. She picked up her pencil. The first line she drew was not careful. It was sharp. Deliberate. A break in symmetry. A refusal of expectation. She paused.

Otsana clutched my arm with one hand, her covered gold mark burning bright enough to smoke through the cloth around her wrist. Conri lifted his sword toward the altar, though no blade could cut a threat spoken by the moon itself. Bardolph remained near Niall, one hand on the child’s shoulder, but his eyes were on the crown splitting between my palms. The crown did not fall apart. That frightened me more. It stayed whole while cracking, as if it wanted me to see every wound before choosing which wound deserved survival. The children’s chains loosened slightly when I rejected the moon’s oldest mate road, then tightened again when the crown began to break.

Location to be disclosed upon throne claim. Placed for safekeeping. Someone had known who I was long before I did. Someone had taken my son and called it protection. I was going to find out who. And I was going to find him. But first I needed the crown, because without it I was just a woman with a letter and a destroyed marriage and nothing to stand on. Rhys' territory appeared in the distance as the road curved. The boundary markers were different here. Darker stone. Older. The kind of markers that said this land has been held for generations and will be held for many more.

Elena opened her eyes. "Because you are the only person left in this world who can break my son open. And I need him broken. I need him to feel what he did. And I need him to have to earn his way out of it, day by day, not the way he earned everything else in his life, which was by being born into money and assuming the world would bend. I need him to have to build something, for once, instead of buying it." She paused. "And because I owe you a debt I cannot pay, and helping you is the closest I can come to trying." "What do you want from me?"

For a moment, I hesitated. Then, with shaking resolve, I placed the crown upon my head. The metal settled against my hair, cold and unyielding. I stood there crowned but utterly alone. Luna in title. Broken in truth.