Rapunzel's Crown Ring Novels & Stories

Randall replied, his voice steady despite the weight of the moment pressing on his shoulders. The High Monk nodded, and an attendant brought forth the golden crown on its Velvet cushion. Seeing this crown made my heart skip a beat. It was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, a circlet of gold inlaid with emeralds and diamonds, with a central spike shaped like the antlers of a stag. Once it was placed on his head, everything was going to change. The dynamics of our marriage and our responsibilities will keep growing bigger and bigger. “With this crown,” the Monk said, holding it high for all to see, “I name you King Randall of Halewood.”

For once, I did not try to make myself appear smaller. Greta adjusted the fabric over my shoulder and smiled at my reflection. “You look like a Luna.” “I am a Luna.” Her smile widened. “Exactly.” On the vanity rested the ceremonial crown. It was not delicate. Ironclaw did not create delicate things. The crown was made of dark silver, shaped like two wolves facing each other beneath a crescent moon. Small black stones had been set into the metal, catching the morning light. I lifted it carefully. My hands trembled.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

He flicked his hand and I was immediately dry. A quick look down revealed I still wore what I had on before except now my clothes were clean and dry. I glanced at the mirror in the living room and saw that my hair was no longer wet and it was pulled back into a loose ponytail. "Thank you, Laeddin," I said, grateful for his kindness but also distracted by what I saw in the mirror. What held my attention was the elven crown. Made of gold and silver metals twined delicately together, there were five points, each holding a gemstone, with the largest stone in the center.

"Put it on. Let mommy see how handsome you are, my little prince." "Okay," he said as he placed it on his head. Seeing that made me cry a little bit— he really does look like a prince—his true nature. The crown belongs to Julian like Satia belongs to Anisel and me. My soft whimpers turned into a loud sob. Julian rushed to my side, dropping the crown on the floor. He wondered why I was crying like I did not like something.

“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.”

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

I exclaimed happily, twirling around for emphasis. Saturday came and all the preparations had been put into place. Grandma Rose and Pernwél had come to the Beta quarters to help me get ready. Pernwél had made me a crown with dried herbs from Grandma Rose’s pantry. She had woven together Lavender and twigs of Rosemary, tying them together with a cream colored ribbon. With a fine metal wire she had wrapped mountain crystals between the purple flowers. She tied the fragile crown around my loose hair with the ribbon, making my whole outfit come together.

The woman smugly smirked and gestured for the group to follow her, leading them towards a glass display case. Inside, Maria saw a sparkling green and pastel pink round crown embedded with colorful gems; the gold sun-shaped base in the middle had a large pink star-shaped crystal in the center. The shards' edges that jutted out at the top were each tipped with a white pearl. The star in the center twinkled, emitting a bright glow. "The Fairy Queen's Crown. It grants the user potent healing powers. There are very few that exist, and only a limited number of people can afford such a rare beauty," boasted Layla, pointing to the price tag that was displayed underneath.

Drezic came around behind him and gently lifted him so he was above his aunt and had easier access to put it on. “Thanks Dad.” Tasrin spoke as he ran around to the side. The beautiful green stems of the flowers made the base of the crown and connecting pieces as the purple and yellow flowers gave it color. “Well how does it look?” Rosalie asked with a smile. “You are way to pretty to adorn something I have made.” Tasrin spoke as his jaw dropped. Rosalie giggled happily as she gently touched it with her finger. With magic she set it in almost like glass as it did nothing but sturdy the crown.