Rapunzel's Crown Ring Novels & Stories

The Crown Prince said. " What about your own ring?do I have to buy a wedding ring for you?"Anda asked. " Which is why we brought sets of male rings"Rita rang the bell and the girls brought different sizes of ring. Anda's eyes landed on one. " I want my husband to wear this"Anda picked the ring and gave it to the crown prince. " Perfect fit"Rita clapped excitedly. " I love this too"The crown prince smiled. " Does it matter what the ring is?"Rita mocked.

Zephyr suddenly noticed a flash of light. “Is that…?” he wondered. He stared at the shining object, and with a flick of his finger, sent out his energy to bring it over. It was a gold and jade ring. Upon it were many intricate engravings, the ring itself also gave off an odd aura. Zephyr had seen this ring before, it was the one the Ice King had worn.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

Almost frighteningly beautiful. My silver-white hair had been swept into a high, elegant ponytail, soft tendrils left loose to frame my face. The gown… gods, the gown. Liquid gold silk poured over my body like molten sunlight, embroidered with delicate black thorns and crimson roses that caught the hellfire light with every breath. The train was impossibly long—ten maids had to carry it when I stood, arranging it in perfect waves behind me. And the crown. Not the full Luna circlet—not yet—but a breathtaking piece all the same: black gold filigree shaped like intertwined thorns and crescent moons, studded with blood-red rubies that glowed faintly under the torches.

said chancellor George on his knee with the bouquet of flowers and the beautiful , ruby ring on the box . When the crowd saw the ruby ring , they remained shocked because the ruby ring was an imperial treasure that belonged to the duchess of the empire and was passed down from generation to generation . Only the wife of the duke was allowed to wear the ruby ring . The ruby ring represented power , respect, and endless wealth access to the woman who possessed it . " It can't be.......the ruby king that we heard so much about only in legends.........It's being offered to a human ?!!! " said the crowd shocked and jealous at the same time .

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.