Romans & histoires Rainbow Crown

A response from also one of the lady nobles. "Meee too! I am hoping and I even prayed for the whole night! You Lady Janice, what happened to your time with the crown prince?" "We rode a boat in a lake full of pretty flowers. He offered his hand to me to help me get into the boat. He has such a firm hand, you heard he also fights in battle for the country right? He has the hand of a real knight, he even let me borrow his handkerchief." "Wow, I want to hold his hand too! I'm envious, can we see his handkerchief?"

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“But I’ll be going ahead to change my armory.” Darina returned to her tent. She immediately wiped the wet arrows she washed a while ago. She made sure that no weapons could reflect her fight against the beasts. Darina changed her inner clothes to red that can cover her neck. She puts on her golden armory and her golden helmet. It was heavier than the black armor and too precious to be worn for games. Darina took her golden scepter that signifies her grant authority as a fostered child and a royal cavalry captain. She sits upon her armored black horse and rode towards the main site where the ceremony will take place. At the sight of Darina, the spectators brought themselves down and greeted h

When she rose, the glow beneath her skin caught the light and scattered it across the walls. The day of her coronation had begun. The city of Valoria had never seen such light. Dawn poured through the clouds like molten glass, spilling across the temple spires and the marble terraces below. Bells answered one another from every quarter, their echoes folding into a single, rolling thunder that seemed to shake the sky.

My bare feet pressed into the soft moss, each step swallowed as though the forest itself were conspiring to hold me in place. From the darkness, a shape emerged-massive, elegant, terrifying. Crimson eyes pierced the dimness, luminous and aware. Not a man, not yet. But not merely a wolf either. Zevrael. The predator I had stitched together, the creature I had seen dissolve into man, now took form in the wild. His fur shimmered faintly, a strange light reflecting off the shadows, and even in that form, there was a majesty that struck me to silence.

The coronation day dawned bright and still, as if even nature itself paused to witness this pivotal moment in history. My reflection in the ornate mirror shimmered with threads of gold and crimson, the ceremonial robes of the Lycan Queen wrapping around me like destiny itself made manifest. The silver circlet gleamed atop my brow not ostentatious, but elegant in its simplicity, a subtle reminder that though I wore the crown with pride, it had been forged in blood, loss, and the kind of sacrifice that leaves permanent marks on the soul.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

The wedding gown had arrived; after months of painstaking work, it was as splendid as one could imagine. The outer garment was sky blue, looking heavy but feeling surprisingly light and smooth when worn. The wedding gown featured intricate gold embroidery of cloud patterns, a traditional design reserved for women of the highest rank. The ceremonial shawl was a blend of turquoise and gold, with woven dove motifs in shimmering gold. The phoenix crown matched this color scheme, adorned with over a dozen blue and silver gemstones. At the back of the crown, delicate fan-shaped accents in pale cyan and yellow added a touch of elegance, curving gracefully and enhancing the overall beauty of the ens

She had to wear numerous dresses and accessories, apparently as an experiment to train her body balance for walking on the catwalk. Not sparing any effort, a crown with many crystal strands resembling dewdrops is placed on her head. If it were fake, Jane might not worry too much about slipping. However, Brina casually mentioned that the crown is made of genuine Swarovski crystals. Its wide surface is polished with gold and adorned with other beautiful gemstones. What if Jane and the crown fall? Well, Jane can't fathom Brina's overly extreme decision.