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“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”

“Daddy! Mommy! You’re both here!” Crown’s delighted voice carried through the air as he sprinted toward his parents. His small feet thudded against the pavement, the straps of his backpack bouncing slightly with each step. His golden eyes, full of innocence and excitement, locked onto Jade and Ceynol, who stood just beyond the school gate. Jade knelt, extending her arms. “Of course, sweetheart! We promised, didn’t we?” Crown flung himself into her embrace, his little arms wrapping tightly around her neck.

"This was the first crown my mother ever wore. I thought... I hoped you might wear it tonight." My heart stuttered against my ribs. "Theo—" "She would have loved you," he interrupted gently. "Strong, compassionate, unafraid to challenge tradition while respecting its foundations. You remind me of her in so many ways." His fingers trembled slightly as he opened the box, revealing what lay nestled inside. The crown was a delicate masterpiece, smaller and more intricate than his – a woven pattern of gold and silver, studded with diamonds that caught the light and fractured it into a thousand tiny rainbows. It looked both ancient and timeless, powerful in its subt

Queen Gloria asked ” She is throwing up“ Francis spoke ” oh are you pregnant my dear? That would be such a great news “ Queen Gloria was excited ” don't jump into conclusions, she still needs to be checked “ King Dante spoke ” yes father is right, we can't just assume anything before getting the confirmation from the imperial doctor “ Francis spoke in order to look like he's agreeing with the King ” Go rest now, the imperial doctor is coming to check on you. Francis take your wife to the guest room “ The king ordered

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

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.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

"I bestow upon you this Queen's Crown, affirming your honor. You are the chosen future queen, destined to wed the prince." Elder William lifted the crown from the tray, an exquisite masterpiece crafted from the purest silver, adorned with the whitest gemstones, and embellished with radiant diamonds and moonstones. At its pinnacle, a moonlit blue sapphire shimmered, encircled by twelve dazzling diamond stars. Silver laurel leaves elegantly entwined the crown's base, reminiscent of waves cradling luminous stars. Such a crown surpasses our mortal craftsmanship; only the Moon Goddess could conceive such celestial beauty.

Alpha Caleb smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride. "My beloved children," he began, his voice brimming with emotion, "today, I present to you a symbol of your growth, resilience, and dedication. Inside this box lies the ancient crown, a symbol of authority and leadership that has been passed down through generations." Ethan and Ava exchanged glances, their hearts filled with a mixture of gratitude and awe. They approached the box, their hands trembling slightly as they lifted the lid. Nestled within was a magnificent crown, adorned with intricately carved symbols representing unity, strength, and wisdom.