Roman Crown Novels & Stories

Tori leaned towards Rowan who was just smiling beyond the steel bars as she touched the sigil of his Duchy on his right chest. Grasping her hand, Rowan's eyes met hers with just the steel bars separating them. "I present myself to you, Lady Victoria Rozenreff, as your knight and the official heir apparent to the Castaña Dukedom. With this title, I swear to protect you and the endeavors you will take. I will be your sword and shield against anyone who wished and will wish you harm." Without losing eye contact, Rowan brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles gently.

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

She finally realized his hand was already on her waist and that they were already dancing. "Uhm… a little, Your Highness." She said as she looked up at him, momentarily putting her predicament in the background. "Don't worry. I've got you," he assured her. As Roselle looked at him, she couldn't help but admire his good looks. He wasn't as otherworldly as Romeo but he still had the appearance that could break many female hearts. But wait… wasn't he Romeo's brother? Now that she looked closely at him, Roselle realized that Romeo had nothing in common with this man. Roselle then realised that the emperor and the princess had the same sapphire blue eyes and same blond hair as this crown prince.

Always tense and calculated, ready for threats. It feels bad remembering that and seeing the contrast. Roman has always clawed his way through any issue, and he never looked this relaxed. It’s so infuriating to know that this man is the one behind all this, and he’s happy. The only thing that they have in common is the circlet on their heads. Roman’s is bright gold, his crown. The one that this man is wearing is silver. He’s also a king. Or maybe that’s just what he considers himself to be.

He snapped his fingers and a hologram of a crown appeared directly in front of us. "Impressive," I said, gripping the railing more tightly. He smiled. "This is what the elves believe the crown looks like." It was white with bright red berry-looking things randomly placed around it. At the front were five gems, representing five magics. The crown was simple. Unassuming. It certainly didn't look like it possessed any kind of power. But I was confused. "It's in pieces, right?" "Yes. And, look." A picture of Octavian Augustus, the first roman emperor appeared. Laeddin pointed to something on his robe. "It's a piece of the crown.

Peering curiously into her portable fashion bag, she reached a hand inside and instantly felt a round object within. She retrieves it and finds out it's a diamond bracelet with her initials on it. 'LRC'. She would have discarded the thought that it had anything to do with her if she hadn't seen her full name engraved in tiny silver letters at the inside of it; Loki Rhiannon Colleen. Rhiannon was her middle name and Colleen was her mother's surname which she had answered all her life before she got married to Glen Robertson and had to answer his name on papers.

"Doris said she'd like to treat you to a meal. I don't know if you'd be willing." "Of course I would." … Three months later, a new banner hung at the entrance of the State Automobile Museum—"An Original Imported Toyota Crown from the '90s: A Tribute to a Classic". Inside the exhibition hall, the old Toyota Crown was displayed in the most prominent position. The paint had been given a fresh coat of wax, but not with any new formula. It was a specialized maintenance wax for vintage cars. Matthew had mixed it himself. He said such luster couldn't be bought with money. It could only come from years of care.

Harlow, you've got family calling. Downstairs, there he was, Bennett, all dapper in a tailor-made suit, clutching a bouquet like some twisted Romeo. Behind me, my father sat in his wheelchair, his hospital attire hidden beneath a sharp, custom-made suit, his hair perfectly combed. He called out to the crowd, "This is my daughter, the Harlow family's Principessa. Today's her birthday, and her fiancé, the Marshall family's head honcho, is here to whisk her away!"

"No, I don't. However, I can't block your path. You're meant to be the queen of the Moretti family, not just the Romanos' Donna." I let out a soft laugh, bending down to kiss his scarred face, that jagged mark of his past. "Who says I'm going anywhere? I'll claim the Moretti name and keep the Romanos close. A queen and a Don… We're meant to rule together, right?" Wade's shock gave way to a broad grin, the most joyous I had seen in a decade. "Okay. If you want the world, I'll win it for you. In this life, you're my Donna, and I'm your blade. Till death do us part."

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.