Rapunzel's Crown Ring Novels & Stories

The fabric caught light like water holds sky, perfect attire for an audience with Aunt Valinor, Queen of the Seelie Court herself. The silver circlet felt cool against my fingertips as I lifted it from its resting place. Ocean waves frozen in silver, that's what the craftsman had captured in those intricate twists and delicate loops. The pearl at its center caught the light, winking at me like a tiny moon. My throat tightened. Princess of the Seelie Fae, a title that now felt as heavy as the crown itself.

Madelie exclaimed and the sales lady got the ring and showed it to Madelie and Dreckos. When Dreckos saw the price of the ring, he wanted to run and jump down the shopping mall. The ring costs One Hundred Five Thousand Pounds. Dreckos felt dizzy. “I like this one better Dreckos than the other one. Here, Miss, we will take this ring for the Queen of Glodeous.” Madelie said as she tried to fit the ring in her ring finger. She gasped as the ring fitted her ring finger well.

By pure magic, his hair dried and was combed, before his prince's crown descended gently on his head. While watching the castle spoil him with his care, I was also being pampered. My hair was combed and dry, falling around my arms with soft ripples. A tiara slid gently around my hair, clinging to my forehead like a tangles of thin webs and made of diamonds, and my crown was carefully positioned against my scalp, with its darkness camouflaged with my hair, and the rubies that spiraled at the ends rising imposing.

The designs on it were extraordinary and so beautiful that it had to be adorned by magic. Her hair was styled to a waterfall braids. Her hair was very long like that of Rapunzel’s. She wore a beautiful gold tiara that fitted perfectly on her head; pink gems were embedded on it. The sound of her shoes on the golden tiles was magical. She was going somewhere but didn’t know where. She had some cherry paste on her lips that made them red and enticing. She walked into a large room that seemed empty. There was no one there except some giant golden tables and diamond-made chandeliers hanged on every part of the giant room.

the grand duke reassured Elen, taking her hand and fastening the necklace around her neck. Elen examined the necklace carefully. The pendant, in the shape of a teardrop, was made of high-quality diamond, and she could feel the power emanating from it. It was simple yet elegant, and the weight of the pendant brought her a sense of comfort as she grasped it, finding relief in the protection it seemed to promise. "Thank you, Grand Duke. This means a lot to me," Elen expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with relief as she felt the comforting weight of the necklace.

“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.

"He did. He touched the crown of my head and blessed me. Why?" "Your hair!" Gandr offered her the mirror. Instead of using it for a magical purpose, Aurora surveyed her visage. Her fair skin and blue-flecked eyes remained unchanged, but her hair…she could hardly believe it. The crown of her head was golden with tinges of orange, red, and even white. Ringlets like fiery tendrils ran down past her shoulders intermixing with her normal dark waves. It was as if a burning flame had settled on her head and been absorbed by her luscious locks. Maybe it had.

she informed while forming the another magic to her. A glazing fire rush to her crown, but it wasn’t effective enough to get really burned. The red pearls on it was trying to turn into a shield for this crown comes from the ritual that keep the strength of their royalty secure. “So, were you really curing the people who are deadly sick?” The woman asked while getting a close pace to her. She suddenly get her crown that she slowly picked all the pearls on it.

Like I had been in here at least once. My eyes darted about some more and only then did I notice her on a fancy looking chair that I assumed was the throne. Her usual yellow curls had disappeared. Her chestnut blonde hair had been straightened and they fell over her exposed shoulders. A crown made of gold sat atop her head. One very similar to the one I'd seen Gawain wear on few occasions. It consisted of seven t eight hoop that joined at the top underneath an orb of blue enamel and a band and a cross of pearls. Another band of pearls, probably over a hundred on total, lined the upper edge of the crown.The cap is sewn of purple velvet and is embellished with stylized flames embroidered with