Paper Crown Novels & Stories

The crowns would be brought to his parents and anyone else who wanted one, but it’s been awhile since he’s sat down and made a crown for another person. Carlos wants to make Ricardo’s crown perfect, building it up with honeysuckle, hawthorn berries, and orange blossoms while his own consists of an array of flowers he likes. Ricardo’s is particular, on the other hand. He doesn’t know what else to give him, but this is a sign of affection and his heart swells when he admires the finishing piece.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat as the priest asks me to come to the center of the stage. I walk over to the center, everyone’s eyes fixed on me and the priest motions for me to kneel. A servant steps forward carrying an elegant velvet cushion. Resting upon it is a breathtaking crown. White gold woven into twisting vines. The priest carefully lifts the crown. "This crown represents strength." He places it just above my head. "Wisdom." It lowers another inch. "Compassion." It settles gently against my hair. "And the promise that the Queen shall protect this kingdom with both justice and love."

Kael protested. "You need titles for formal occasions," she insisted. "Traditional or innovative?" Through the bond, we considered. "The Broken Crown," Lyra said suddenly. "That is what we are. Five pieces of what should be singular authority, shattered and reformed into something new." Silence. Then slow nods. "The Broken Crown," Queen Elara repeated, testing the phrase. "The Council of Five, known as the Broken Crown. I approve." She stood, and the Court stood with her.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of these before. “Of sorts...” Conor responded with a snicker. “It’s called a tiara and only women in the Royal Family are allowed to wear them.” Oh. A tiara. It’s pretty cute. No wonder it clattered to the table. “Men wear crowns and women wear these but yes, technically, they are all a type of hat.” I carefully took it off and put it back in the box. “You’ll have to get used to it… On Zargo, it will be part of your daily wardrobe. I have plans for at least twenty more to be made.” He explained taking the box and setting it on the floor between us. Twenty more?! I gave him a mortified look. “The Queen must show her power, Kay. What better way to do that than

"We've lost enough time already." They helped Rosemary to her feet. She shifted briefly to cosmic form to recover energy, then materialized back into physical form wearing a simple white dress that Elder Chen had provided for the ceremony. The coronation took place in the main Council chamber. It wasn't the grand ceremony that had been planned—there were no crowds, no elaborate decorations, just the essential witnesses and the critical rituals. But it was enough. Elder Marcus brought out the Crown of Stars—a delicate circlet made of silver and gemstones that actually glowed with inner light.

Elinor blinked gently. Her thick, curled eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath her eyelids, adding a touch of forlornness to her expression, as if she bore the weight of the world's unpredictable changes. Lilith watched her with a hint of melancholy. Elinor had set aside the chess piece, reaching for the slender wooden box on the table and opening it. Inside lay the King's Cane, and a letter that she had written and also stamped with the seal of the ring.

he asked, voice thick. "I made one just for you." "You did. It's beautiful." "It has strong flowers." "I can see that. They're very strong." "And brave flowers too." "They're very brave indeed." "And..." Auren lowered his voice dramatically. "...one cabbage for extra power." Kaelor nodded solemnly. "Every excellent crown should have a cabbage. That's a very smart choice." Auren gasped in delight. "You understand completely!" "I do. Thank you for making this for me."

The way the twins were so determined to make her happy. Jaxon slid a plate of pancakes in front of Brielle. “Eat,” he murmured. “You’re going to need strength.” Brielle gave him a look. “For the craft chaos?” “For parenting twins,” he corrected. Rose suddenly held up the crown with a proud gasp. “It’s done!” Lily clapped. “Mommy crown!” The crown was… something. It was slightly crooked. Completely covered in glitter. A little damp from too much glue. There were stickers attached that said “#1 MOM” and “SUPERHERO” and one sticker that just said “WOW.”

Harlow, you've got family calling. Downstairs, there he was, Bennett, all dapper in a tailor-made suit, clutching a bouquet like some twisted Romeo. Behind me, my father sat in his wheelchair, his hospital attire hidden beneath a sharp, custom-made suit, his hair perfectly combed. He called out to the crowd, "This is my daughter, the Harlow family's Principessa. Today's her birthday, and her fiancé, the Marshall family's head honcho, is here to whisk her away!"

“Do you think they’ll make me wear a crown?” Gideon blinked like I’d slapped him with the question. “A crown?” I shrugged, trying for casual. “You know. The one the fiancées wear before the real wedding one. That little circlet thing that says, I am betrothed to someone important, please pass the gravy.” Gideon made a sound that might have been a laugh. Or a cough. Hard to tell. “I don’t think they’ll make you wear a crown,” He said. “Yet.”