The Crown's Entrapment の小説・ストーリー

The words landed heavily. Then the Third Crown pulsed. Truth. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava immediately pointed. Then: "I hate him already." Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Then: "What's his Crown?" Valen's expression darkened. Then: "The Crown of Dominion." Silence. Then Thomas felt something. The First Crown reacted. Authority. The Fourth Crown reacted. Resolve. Then Valen nodded. Then: "The Crown of Dominion is a corrupted twin of your Crown of Authority."

I took his outstretched hand, heaving myself off the ground. "The crown!" I gasped, searching around. My fingers dug into the dirt, staining them brown— but I didn’t mind. "Woah, woah, take it easy," Ramon, alarmed, hurried to me. "Not now, Ramon. Did you see a crown with me?" I asked, still searching the area with my eyes. "A crown? You didn’t bring any crown, Queen. Not even when we were in the Middle Ring." "It’s not that crown— there’s another. When I was trapped, I saw another crown."

It shimmered between worlds, and he could see glimpses of her, of the realm she walked. “She’s still fighting,” he said quietly. The Crown pulsed in his hand. He knew what he had to do. Callen had warned him: once worn, the Crown would mark him permanently. There would be no going back. But she was in there. He had to get her out. With trembling hands, John lifted the Crown. As it settled on his head, fire coursed through his veins. His knees buckled, his vision exploded into red light, and his soul fractured, then he stood in the Hollow, not as a guest, as a challenger.

he muttered. Two staff‑bearers rushed forward, lifting the ebony crown between them. Emily stepped toward it, but Alexander gently grabbed her wrist. “Wait.” She looked at him, afraid he’d change his mind. He pulled her close. “This fight isn’t just for the crown. It’s for us… for them.”

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

A chandelier decorated with gold was hanging from the ceiling, and the venue was decorated with seasonal flowers. The carpet on the floor was red. It was a carpet with complicated patterns embroidered with silver thread and sprinkled with diamond powder. Elisha walked in with a bouquet of Lily of the valley while Alex, who entered first, waited as she approached him to step by step down the virgin road. He then grabbed Elisha’s hand, who had come before him. It was not long before a ring was on Elisha’s finger. She had no idea what kind of black gem was set in her ring. But it was hefty enough to make her hand heavier.

She also knew how to use weapons, which is a must for royalty to know how to defend themselves in case of a situation just like this. Subtly as possible, she moved backward, wanting to be away from the intruder. “It’s a royal celebration. No commoners were invited to this party.” He shrugged as she watched him move forward. Her feet seemed dead immediately because they didn’t move after he move. She was just standing there stiffly, still trying to see a goddamn clue of who the trespasser was. Damn, he has a good physical appearance! She muttered even though she just saw a brief outline of the shadow. The event was heavily guarded, so no one could enter uninvited. Thus, it's either a worker f

He interrupted Mirabel. "I see, you know hers already." Mirabel said as she raised her brows and kissed her lips which made an hissing sound. "Yeah, it's in our marriage certificate." He said as he showed off the certificate with a pleasant smile. Kitty rolled her brows at him, she took the first turn heading towards the exit door. She gripped her gown and raised it up so it wouldn't make her slump. With her eyes focused at the door, kitty was buried in her thoughts as her eyes trailed round the church marvelling at how the expensive decorations now looked like a dumpster because of the gun fight from earlier.

**Chapter 15: Thorns in the Crown** The spires of **Eldarhold** glinted under a pale winter sun, cold and sharp as the whispers that drifted through its marble halls. Deep beneath the Royal Citadel, the **Crown Tribunal** gathered — not in the public council chamber where laws were judged, but behind sealed bronze doors, far from the ears of the realm. The meeting room was circular, its domed ceiling painted with a celestial mural — twelve figures forming a broken ring. Eleven seats were filled. One remained forever empty.