The Crown Epilogue Kiera Cass Read Online の小説・ストーリー

“I promise.” Promises were easy to make, but keeping them was another matter. ********* Just before sunset, the guards announced that the breeder had arrived. My heart sank. I stood beside Kael in the entrance hall as the heavy doors opened. A young woman stepped inside. She couldn’t have been more than twenty. Golden curls framed a delicate face, and her pale blue dress hung loosely over her slender figure. She looked around nervously before lowering her gaze. “So this is the Alpha’s breeder,” one of the elders murmured.

she said, voice low. “Your mother, Teresa… was not just a simple woman. She was the princess of Hasteria. Beloved, powerful, wise and .y friend. But she fell in love with the king of Dersia, that dangerous man. He craved her power more than her heart. And when she refused to give it to him… he killed her.” Anisa spoke with sadness and added, “But not before she sealed her magic in that pendant you wear.” Tara’s breath caught. “All this time… she was royalty? I saw everything through the memories, he killed her brutally ”

Morning light filtered through the curtains of Isabelle’s chambers at Cresthaven Palace, illuminating the small desk where she sat motionless, quill suspended above parchment. A letter to Amelia lay half-written before her, the ink long dried. How did one tell a dear friend that the crown prince had requested assistance in courting her? More importantly, how did one write such a letter with a heart splintered into fragments?

He turned to his son, Prince Damien. “Attend on behalf of our kingdom,” he ordered. “This changes everything.” Damien clenched his jaw, his thoughts a whirlwind. ********** Emily’s POV – 2 Hours Until the Coronation I stood on the balcony, staring down at the growing crowd in the courtyard below. Flags of pink and gold flew from every turret. Guests had begun to arrive — carriages lined the entrance road, and nobles in shimmering robes spilled into the halls. Behind me, another attendant fastened a delicate diamond necklace around my neck. The Queen herself had worn it at her own coronation.

The crown itself was stained with theft and lies. And the one man she had let her heart lean upon—Kaelen—was entangled in it all. Yet even in her despair, part of her refused to break. She pressed the parchment to her chest and whispered, “If the crown is cursed with secrets, then I will uncover every one. And when I wear it, it will be by choice, not deception.” Darian bowed his head, but in his eyes she saw doubt. The wind shifted, carrying the faint echo of Kaelen’s voice through the trees: “Trust me—or lose the kingdom.”

The chamber hushed as Sirelia turned to face them all. She raised the crown high enough for every eye to see. “This crown has ruled by fear,” her voice echoed through the room. “It has demanded sacrifice, too many sacrifices.” “It has silenced mercy in the name of order.” Her gaze lingered on the crown one final time. “And I am done letting a thing decide the worth of a queen.” Then, with the weight of centuries behind her, she let the crown fall. The clang as it struck the obsidian floor was like a bell tolling for a dying age.

Soon enough, the girl handed the exquisite, fitted silver mermaid dress to her and just as Loki proceeded to walk towards the dressing room, Kylo's words stopped her on her tracks. "I apologize for disappointing you, my lady. However, I've long been in your business since the first time we met. And I don't plan to stop now. I can't, as it is already too late." 'What does he mean by 'he can't'? And how is it too late?' Turning on her heels, Loki stared at this man in wonder, feeling utterly speechless and curious as she watched him smiled back at her. Kylo covered the distance between them and gently nudged her to the dressing room. "Go on, get changed. The chairman is waiting." He smiled at

And I, Aurora Vance, daughter of the Alpha Prime and heir to the throne of the North, had never been more certain of anything in my life. Some wolves spend their whole lives chasing someone who will never see them. I stopped chasing. And I found everything I had been looking for. THE END

Astraya remained beside him, one hand resting against the child’s chest. The first king hovered over the opposite bridge. His cracked crown drew grey water toward him. Raiken rose slowly. Blood ran from the wound in his side. “The crowns are anchors,” Grandmother said. Her voice was weak, but every royal mark around us flared at the words. Cassian tore his silver crown free. He threw it onto the stone. Nothing happened. Cael shouted from below. “That was disappointing.” Cassian looked down at him. “I will try to be more entertaining while the world ends.”

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl