Novel & Cerita Next Season Of The Crown

Aria’s POV The announcement went live at precisely nine a.m. I watched the screen from the study as headlines populated one by one, the words sharp and unmistakable. ZANE DYNASTY LAUNCHES NEW FOUNDATION IN UNBORN HEIR’S NAME. ARÍA LANE STEPS INTO PUBLIC ROLE ALONGSIDE CEO RICO ZANE. TRANSPARENCY, EQUITY, LEGACY: A SHIFT INSIDE ZANE INDUSTRIES. My pulse thudded in my ears.

The moment the crowd saw who had arrived, the entire banquet hall erupted in commotion. It was none other than William Remington—heir to the Remington Group, the most powerful conglomerate in the country. "Why is William Remington here?!" "Didn't he just say he came here for Miss Rodney's birthday party?" "He's at that marrying age. You think he's interested in Alicia?" "Alicia must have saved the universe in a past life! She's already got Chester as her protective big brother, Dominic the science prodigy defending her, and now William shows up too?"

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

“The scheduled tour in our country will push through until the end of the week. But that’s it.” Her father continued. All the people at the table looked confused as they stared at each other. “May I ask what’s the reason for the postponement, His Majesty?” Prince Henrik asked seriously. “The Palace of Norway contacted us.” Everyone looked at Princes Flint and Jet, who just continued eating. It looked like they already knew about this. “They wanted the princes to be present during the choosing of the bride for Prince Flint, which will be happening next month.”

Anna said as we got to the door of our father’s room. “I won’t kid you, I am too, but it’s now or never, isn’t it?” I said, trying to encourage both of us at the same time. “The coronation for the new queen is next week, if I back out now, they’ll have enough time to inform the family next in line to prepare the next queen for the immortal test of time,” Anna said and knocked on the door. “What's the immortal test of time?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t something everyone here was supposed to know.

"Which one? The series with the gorgeous edible men, Thorny Crown! Jesus, Talia! Do you live in a cave?" Oh, that one. "Yeah yeah." Talia saw that one, but she stopped watching it in Season 5. The story was centered on the male leads obsessing about a two-faced female lead who's ambitious enough to covet the throne even when she's a half-blood noble with a commoner's blood from her mother's side. Talia hated the wench since Season 3 when the stupid Victoria, the female lead's half-sister, got executed for a crime planned by the female lead. It was such a twisted story, but it was still a hit worldwide since the main plot has a touch of offensive schemes and harsh politics.

“I didn't think the information was necessary plus… You never told me you and your father had some disagreement about your slave.” I seethed, face contorted in anger. “I don't care what you know or do not know, you should have let me know who was involved. This should be the last time anything that's mine is being taken care of by someone else.” “The council will be having a meeting soon. Though the date or what they will be discussing hasn't been said yet, I have a feeling.” I stopped in my tracks but I didn't turn back. “The Coronation.” "Yeah, and you know what comes after.”

I didn’t know if they were louder in the room or in my head. The Queen looked between me and Gideon. “Twelve days from now—your wedding.” Then, slowly, her gaze slid to Rhys. "If this drama reopens before then, the Crown will no longer protect either of you. Am I understood?” “Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered. Gideon inclined his head. “Understood.” “Good,” the Queen said. “Then get out of my sight. All of you.” Rhys’s eyes met mine one last time—steady, searching, filled with everything words couldn’t say.

A very large problem. Thomas and his allies weren't the only contestants anymore. Cassian had entered the race. And for the first time— the Crowns would choose between rival Heirs. The winner would claim the Seventh Crown. The loser? Would probably die in the snow. To Be Continued...

She asked, her tone sounding unsure. "Is there a problem with that?" "It's just that, there must be a reason for all of this. It's so sudden." "A reason?" I said, rising to my feet. "Of course, my coronation is the reason." Her eyes went wide. "Your... your coronation?" "Yes, my coronation is in the next fifteen days, the alpha has already decided to send in some hands, so work with that alongside beta James." I paused. She still looked shocked. "What's wrong? Isn't that enough reason?"