Romans & histoires Servant To The Crown

It was tremor. “Serena Vale,” the Goddess said, her silver eyes piercing through her soul. “Listen to me. The Crown was never meant for you. It is not a gift. It is a key. It seeks not to place you on a throne—but to break a prison. Fenris stirs. The First Wolf waits in chains. If you open the Crown fully, you will free him. And the world will bleed.” Serena’s pulse thundered. “Then why give it to me at all?”

"With my nod, the first of the servants will start. He will serve the royal couple, the guest, and last the princess. I want you to observe him. He will make his movements as slowly as possible so that you can see them well and memorize them. After serving them all, he will return, but he will be the last in line so that the next one of you will go to do the same with the servant. When he finishes, he will stand last in line, and the next one will start. And you will continue until you are all done. Okay?" "Yes, ma'am," we say in one voice, nodding also okay with our heads. I am the third in a row of young men. So, fourth, if I count from the servant. My mother nods to him, and the servant s

It bothered him, but even if he wanted to investigate the matter, his movements would be limited, given that Emperor Claus did not want anyone getting near Emery for no plausible reason. Meanwhile, in the Whitmore Mansion, Lady Serena's maidservants cannot believe what they just heard. They were being instructed to pack their lady’s things since she would no longer be the one they'll serve in the future. They had been serving her ever since she was young so realizing that she was not the one who will be crowned empress came as more than a shock. Some of them even had to kneel on both knees, begging her to fight for her rightful position on the throne next to the emperor, however, Lady Serena

Aldren raised one hand, and they froze mid-stride—a sudden halt that revealed a great deal about the overwhelming power exerted by the Crown at his throat and how little choice any of them had but to obey it. “Veyra,” Aldren growled. “You always did insist on giving everything a name.” Dunstan’s mouth formed the words, though the articulation was entirely wrong for his jaw. “It is the peculiar habit of kings. If a thing possesses a name, it can be catalogued in a ledger, and if it can be catalogued, it can be governed. Yet you have governed nothing for seven long years, Aldren. You have simply been very busy.” “Get out of my gatekeeper.”

"I just didn't know what to expect from both the other candidates and the events we have to do." "It took some time for us to think of them too." He said as the servants brought out the second course. "Most of the people working on it felt that it was more important to look for a good queen, rather than my ideal wife." He laid his fork back down on the table. "My brother told me you have a different view on things." I let out a small laugh. "I suppose I do," I answered. "I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with you if we didn't get along. Happiness is far more important than money, or a title."

They all dared not to get close to me. “Your Highness,” a voice chimed in. A girl in my servant’s clothing made her way out of the strangers and made her way to me. Her hands in shackles, the same way as mine. I don’t know her, not even her name. Times like this I wish I knew who she was instead of just being a servant to serve me, for who am I during these trying times? Who am I without the crown? Who am I when I have a kingdom that I have failed to claim? Not a princess, not even someone fit to be served by anyone.

he started from the basics again. “Yours,” I pat replied, without any hesitation and Ryan’s grip on my palm increased. “Hmm,” Dominic hummed. “What do we do about your sister then ?” he asked. “She is loyal to whoever wears the crown. Get the real crown, Dominic. Many warriors and soldiers don’t even want to be with the Dark Overlord. They might work on his instructions but that is only because they are honourable guards and serve the crown loyally, irrespective of what kind of a head wears that crown,” I elucidated.

BETROTHED TO THE CROWN PRINCE... CHAPTER 105... AUTHORS POV... After the burial of Axel, which was brought to their kingdom, they programmed the next day for the ceremony of Ryan, who would now be crowned the Chief of staff and the chief of warriors. The entire palace was looking really sparkling as everywhere was decorated, in sparkingly gold and some sparkling touch of diamond, flying around. The people from various kingdoms, with high status were all present, and the room was quite full with lots of people waiting for him to be crowned.

She chuckled when she saw the intent furrowing of my eyebrows as another servant walked past us. "There's a small but comfortable bungalow a few blocks away from the houses of the pack members, but not entirely secluded. That's where the servants stay. They serve different houses, but they were all assigned to the mansion for the sake of the coronation." I nodded and pointed out, "You don't seem too enthusiastic." Her eyes flickered, and her hands fidgeted at the seam of her dress. I could see she didn't like the question, but I needed an honest answer from her.

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.