The Crown's Entrapment の小説・ストーリー

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

Though it is difficult to break the crown since it is made of the most rarest and expensive diamonds and metals. His crown is his pride. He doesn't has any problem with her keeping his crown. She can take his whole wealth and he won't even say anything. Yes. She has wrapped him around her pink finger and he has no fucking problem with it. He is crazy for her. Thea furrowed her brows hearing him. "Which crown are you taking about?" She asked genuinely. She doesn't remembers any crown-wait! She has one crown. She planned to give it to police officers once she reached her home. In all this mess she totally forgot about the crown.

Had something gone awry? Standing in the crowd, I hesitated to reveal the crown prematurely, intending to leverage it for Harold’s alpha challenge. But the anticipation of Chris noticing it and demanding its retrieval before Harold's intervention unnerved me. What would happen when he recognized me? With each passing moment, my anxiety intensified. I considered concealing the crown temporarily, contemplating hiding it within plain sight in the room's opulence. Suddenly, the king’s voice disrupted the room, proclaiming my uncle’s exile violation and the presentation of a substitute. My heart skipped a beat as guards paraded in, dragging two women in chains. Shock seized me—it was my mother.

Congratulations are in order, as well as many questions. Through the door outside, I see the loyal soldiers scouting through. I imagine they will have the entire palace secure very soon, if they haven’t secured it already. After a time, a servant walks in carrying the King’s formal crown. The servant seems confused, flanked by two loyal guards. They walk up the blood-stained silver carpet, carrying the crown all the way to the front. Caleb hops back up onto the platform. As the servant comes close enough, he reaches down, snatches the crown off the pillow it was carried in on, and drops it onto his own head.

There was just no time for her to get her horse because His Majesty had entered the third circle as well. Much to her disappointment, the third circle of the city was all cleared, giving Emery no chance at all to use the crowd to lose her pursuers. It would take her quite long to reach the last gates but all she could do at the moment was to run into one of the houses. In this way, the king would be forced to get off his horse and if she was lucky, she would steal his ride and use it for herself. “I apologize for the sudden intrusion,” Emery stated upon entering and was greeted by a shocked middle-aged woman.

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

“If you’re going to judge us, do it here.” The Crown opens—not releasing power, but inviting connection. The Hunt responds instantly. Wolves step into a loose formation behind me, not aggressive, not submissive. Present. Midnight hums. The Observers advance one step. Reality tightens. And then—unexpectedly—one of them stumbles. Just a fraction. The others freeze. The stumble ripples outward like a dropped stone, futures rearranging violently. The one who faltered steadies itself, form flickering. “What was that?” Blake whispers.

Instead, the screen displayed a number I didn’t recognize and a series of international digits that felt cold just looking at them. I slid my thumb across the screen, and the air seemed to leave my lungs in a sharp hiss. “The crown was never yours to wear, Lena. It was only on loan. I’ve spent my time in the shadows gathering the pieces you thought you broke. The Queen is back, and this time, I’m taking everything, my name, and the Wolfe empire. Enjoy the view while you still have it. By the time the sun sets tomorrow, you’ll be back in the gutter where you were found.”

Gone. Celeste rolled onto her back, gasping. "The crown. I destroyed it." "You saved our lives," Damien panted. "But now we can't open the vault." "Maybe that's not the worst thing." "Isn't it?" Elena sat up, blood streaming down her face. "The Sovereign Hand won't stop. And now you just pissed them off big time." "Let them be pissed." "You really don't get it." Elena looked at her. "That crown was three hundred years old. One of a kind. You didn't end anything. You just made it a hundred times worse."