Novel & Cerita Rainbow Crown

However, they only grew curious of the other two leading them since they wore a hooded cape that hid their faces from anyone. It took them several minutes to reach the main gates of the palace, halting their horses to get their identities checked. The two people at the front removed their hoods, revealing a young boy and an older woman. With only one look at the younger one, the guards could tell that it was none other than the twin of the empire’s Crown Prince. His hair was as dark as the night, which was contrary to his pair of eyes that resembled the golden sun. The guard bowed their heads in his direction.

"I'm listening?" "Well, you see... it's in the tradition. The throne shouldn't be vacant for more than a month and it's about three months now that no one has sat on the throne. So the elders and I have agreed that you'll be crowned King in two weeks time and also, your wedding will take place on the day of your coronation." "Wait...all these are too much for me."

“Well technically your mothers but it would have been handed down to you” “You are seriously expecting me to where a crown” He laughs “I am not expecting you to do anything, I have learnt never to expect anything from you” “What is that supposed to mean?” “Lets just say you can make up your own mind” A crown, the idea seemed so ridiculous and something out of a fantasy story. Daryl leaves and reappears with a golden crown set with large amber gems just like my eyes whilst a pattern of points sit on the top, it looked dainty and sturdy at the same time, with an incredible design woven through. It was magnificent.

Just beauty for its own sake. Flowers bloomed from our palms, each one reflecting a different perspective. Golden roses for Kael's fierce devotion. Silver lilies for Rhett's sharp intelligence. Blue orchids for Darius's gentle strength. Violet nightshade for Marcus's dark history transformed. And in the center, a bloom that shifted through every color—Lyra's cosmic nature, containing multitudes. We wove them together into a crown. Not for wearing. Just for creating. Just to prove that even as one being, we could still make beautiful things.

“The Crown of Balance.” Aria stepped toward it—but paused. Her heart thundered. “This is not a symbol of rule,” she said. “It’s a promise.” Kael placed his hand over hers. “Then make it.” She lifted the crown. --- A great wind howled through the Heartspire. Fire rose. Light bled through the walls. All across the valley below, the tribes looked up—witnessing the eruption of gold and crimson that spilled from the spire’s summit. And in that flame, they saw her.

Everyone elegantly adjusted their luxurious attire, eagerly watching the doors of the hall. Standing at the back of the crowd, the first thing I saw was the incredibly shiny crown. It was a crown made of nothing but rubies and gold. Under the illumination of the crystal chandeliers, it was so magnificent that it was unbelievable. The central ruby on the crown was as large as a stone. The light it reflected exuded a fiery hue.

Yet today, her heart raced with the anticipation of a new beginning. "Yes, sister," Elen responded, quickly weaving her hair into a braid. She adorned herself in a simple purple gown, the fabric whispering of her anticipation as she readied herself to celebrate the ascension of her beloved Prince Addison. Upon stepping outside her room, Elen's eyes fell upon Chiara, who was attired in a resplendent red gown adorned with glistening accessories. A pang of bitterness fluttered through Elen's heart as she beheld the stark contrast between their appearances. With their parents, they made their way to the carriage, the anticipation hanging thick in the air as they journeyed to the palace.

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”