Princess Fiona Crown Novels & Stories

Warriors strapped on armor, maids carried crates of supplies, and somewhere outside, the SUV waited with its engine still on. Fiona, no, Fiona was already gone. Sent ahead hours earlier to Tony's pack so she could prepare her grand entrance. She would be unveiled at the coronation, dressed as the perfect Luna candidate. The thought of my brother's hands anywhere near her made my stomach churn; she was innocent, but if the plan worked, she'd be the knife at his throat. Gerald motioned toward the door. "Come on. Time to move."

They were also wearing flower crowns above their heads. "Look Daddy! I looked like a fairy!" Fiona cheered as she gently tapped the flower crown on her head, afraid that she might ruined her 'fairy' look. "Yes, you are princess." "I am a fairy today! Not a princess!" Fiona interjected while pouting making September laughed. "But you would always be Daddy's princess," September said making Fiona grin widely. "Really Daddy?" "Of course!" He readily agreed with a gentle smile. "Yey!" The child then wiggled her way out of his hold to go back playing with Falcon's daughter.

Queen Mariam herself had overseen Joanna's wardrobe, and Crown Prince Clyde and Princess Natali had been the pillars of her life. But all of that was about to change. Elena had informed me that Joanna had paid for the dresses with a platinum credit card, and she had at least three more in her bag. Although my own wealth couldn’t quite match that of the Royals, I was more than capable of providing for my mate’s every need. As soon as I have the chance, I will replace those credit cards from the Crown Prince. I don’t need him to provide for my mate. The thought sent a surge of possessiveness through me.

Celine answered, drawing the queen mother's attention to herself once again. “It is Fiona the princess is facing,” she said with a slow, knowing smile. “A merciless warrior who harbors a deep hatred for her. It is, without doubt, a death sentence, because everyone knows Fiona has never let an opponent live long enough to tell their tale.” Rosalind nodded. “I know.” She turned away, “ Fiona.” She whispered the name like a curse. “ The daughter of the chief advisor.” “ Yes, your highness.” “ The two have a reputation. But I'm not going to let this work in his favor. Princess Zaria is dying tomorrow no doubt. So, I must start choosing a new bride.”

The thought fills him with glee. As Jeremy is about to engage in further conversation with the nobles, the grand banquet hall suddenly falls into a hushed silence. Curious, Jeremy turns around to see what has captured everyone's attention. His eyes widen slightly as he spots Fiona entering the hall, accompanied by Prince Micah. She glides into the room like a vision, her presence commanding attention. Her hair, a cascade of glossy chestnut curls, is swept up elegantly, showcasing her graceful neck. Her gown, a breathtaking creation of silk and lace, shimmers with a soft hue of sapphire blue that compliments her fair complexion and accentuates her slender figure.

Beside them, the ever-stately Andrea, Bina, Rafaela, and Johnathan—the Ministers who had each played pivotal role in shaping Aeternum’s greatness. And at the center of them all, holding her father’s hand and beaming like a radiant spring flower, was Princess Yggdrasil Sai—the young and beloved Crown Princess of Aeternum. Dressed in a soft teal gown adorned with floral patterns and star-threaded embroidery, the little princess waved at the crowd with innocent delight. The cameras lingered on her for a moment, and the cheers grew louder, warmer. “She’s grown so fast,” Queen Angela of the Dukedom of Angela whispered fondly in the guest section, nodding to her daughter beside her.

“A great Princess of Atalaxia. I hope that you will endeavor to live up to the honor bestowed on you by wearing it.” “I will try,” I say, quite soft and gentle, going to my knees before this Prince as Pippa comes back and reverently hands him the crown. I demurely lower my chin so that he can place the object on my head. It’s heavy, and when I turn to look in the mirror I see that it’s a gorgeous, elaborate crown, studded with diamonds and sapphires. But even as I admire it, my heart sinks. Because I miss my simple rose-gold crown, the one that marks me as a Princess of Moon Valley. The one my mom picked out. The one that Jackson once told me he thought was pretty.

Warriors strapped on armor, maids carried crates of supplies, and somewhere outside, the SUV waited with its engine still on. Fiona, no, Fiona was already gone. Sent ahead hours earlier to Tony's pack so she could prepare her grand entrance. She would be unveiled at the coronation, dressed as the perfect Luna candidate. The thought of my brother's hands anywhere near her made my stomach churn; she was innocent, but if the plan worked, she'd be the knife at his throat. Gerald motioned toward the door. "Come on. Time to move."

Vincent was my mate, and Cecilia was my six-year-old daughter. They both ignored me and went straight to Fiona's bedside. My daughter held a polished moonstone bracelet in her small hands. She leaned against Fiona's bed and said, "Aunt Fiona, I made this for you myself. Happy birthday." Vincent looked at her with a gentle expression, and he placed a crown on Fiona's head. "This Silvermoon Crown is my birthday gift to you." My chest tightened. That crown was supposed to represent the Luna's legacy, and now it was on my sister's head.

When the box was opened, Ninian saw a beautiful crown before her. Its craftsmanship was exquisite and detailed. Besides, it had a fashionable and popular design. If Ninian remembered correctly, this crown should be one of the final models at the Royal Auction in Famarmoa not long ago. Even the royal princess of Famarmoa had failed to bid on it because an anonymous person had bought it. “Is this…” Ninian muttered with surprise and astonishment. “Is this the crown named ‘Treasure of the Century?’”