She Wore A Crown And Came Down In A Bubble Novels & Stories

Tears welled up in her eyes because she was so overwhelmed by everything. First she got to dress up like a Queen, now she was sitting on a Queen's throne. What else, she was going to get crowned? Just then, Zane walked up to her then pulled out a crown from behind him. She immediately slapped her hand over her mouth as she stared at him with wide eyes. “Zane…" “A Queen isn't complete without a crown, right?" He murmured then moved closer and placed the crown on her head then he moved back and smiled.

She looked like a beauty goddess. She was wearing a silver-colored attire, adorned with diamonds, which glittered due to the reflection of the sun. She also wore a silver crown and shoes go. The crowd gasped. Words couldn't describe the shock they felt. They were astounded and amazed at the same time. "Princess Zara is here, why didn't Carl say anything. When did he find her, who abducted her? Zara's parents and queen Catherine gave Carl questioning looks. Although they were happy, that Zara had been found, they still wanted answers.

My body goes weak, boneless. I find myself back in the middle of the ballroom, but I am not standing. I am kneeling on the hard, polished floor. My hands are clamped over my ears. My beautiful, intricate hairstyle has come completely undone; my hair falls in a tangled mess around my shoulders. The expensive hairpins were scattered on the floor around me. And the crown—the heavy, jeweled Luna’s crown—has fallen from my head. It rests on the floor a few feet away, a golden circle broken from its orbit.

It also has a lot of ruffles and was quite revealing, as the shoulders and cleavage area were visible. The unknown model was wearing a flower crown made of a fragrant rosemary and some white daisies. She resembled a runaway princess in a fairytale book. Andromeda held her chin high, despite the fear of the dress falling down completely and her being embarrassed in front of those big-shot people. She continued walking down, her turquoise eyes were emotionless as her lips were in a tight seal, she decided to go for a quiet aura, one that would bring silence at the same time, grace and refinement.

Rather it was light like a cloud. Dominic made sure I was not uncomfortable. Jannet put my feet on the matching red heels and pulled out a crown with rubies and white flowers on it. She smiled as she placed the crown on my hair, the hairdresser pinning it so it won’t fall. “He said you are his Queen, and a queen needs… her… crown.” she stuttered as tears threatened to fall down her eyes.

Chapter Twenty-One: Coronation Part Four Kiara, at age nine Kiara POV: Auntie Meg had dressed me up in the prettiest red gown I had ever seen. She said that the queen specifically sent the dress for me as a congratulatory gift for my scholarship. The dress was long and reached the floor; it had sparkles everywhere, making me feel like a real-life Cinderella. Auntie Meg had two braids on both sides of my head and pinned them and put small white flowers in them. Rex and JJ were speechless when they saw me; even they admitted I looked like a queen, not a princess. Which was nice, but I liked being a princess; I was too small to be a queen. I reminded myself to thank the queen once the coronatio

They are all there. And they are looking at me. There is no "Happy Birthday." No well-wishes. Just a deathly silence, then laughter. A single, massive laugh that explodes and strikes me full force. My eyes land on the stage at the back of the hall. And I see. There is a grotesque, inflatable replica of an obese body, adorned with an approximate brown wig and a dress identical to mine. A twisted golden cardboard crown is perched askew on its head. And on the crown, written in large letters: "QUEEN OF THE WHALES."

The scene shattered. Now she was in her coronation gown, walking down an aisle lined with foreign dignitaries who smiled and nodded approvingly. King Tharden sat in the front row, his face beaming with what she had thought was genuine warmth but now realized was anticipation—the look of someone waiting for entertainment to begin. The crown waited on its cushion, beautiful and gleaming, exactly as she had imagined it would be. But as she approached, she could smell the rot emanating from beneath its jeweled surface, could see tiny insects crawling in and out of gaps between the gems.

I was being led to the coronation hall but it felt like I was underwater and I was struggling to get out of it. I was mentally detached from everything going on around me. Then I saw her, standing at the end of the hallway in a beautiful burgundy gown meant for the queen. She was too beautiful and that cleavage, they didn’t cover it up, I wanted to run to her and cover her up but I couldn’t, my legs didn’t move but my mind was screaming “I don’t want to hurt her.”

I was high in the air, walking down so majestically with the crown fitting me perfectly. It was a high wearing it. All eyes were wide, not sure if to bow or not, but it was not time for that. When I was three steps away from them, I stopped. Miss Kiss-Ass was there, but Violet was not. There was nothing for her to steal. Everything else was useless without the king’s crown and the throne. Unluckily for her, I had both of those secured.