The Crowned King Novels & Stories

“Wouldn’t he?” The silence that followed was answer enough. Before either of them could speak again, the trumpets sounded. The sharp, ceremonial call cut through the open window, through the room, through Zayden’s chest like a blade. Kailee stiffened instantly, her arms tightening around his shoulders as the amplified voice of the herald followed, formal and unyielding. “By order of the Crown,” the voice rang out, “it is hereby announced that King Earic of Ancnix has passed. By right of blood and succession, Prince Gregory Forstfang shall be crowned King of Ancnix at midday tomorrow.”

“But the King…” A long pause followed. The glowing face slowly turned toward Alessio. ”…has not.” The light faded. Leaving behind a single object floating above the altar. A crown. Not made of gold. Not silver. Forged entirely from crystal. The Crystal Crown of the First King. No one dared touch it. Because carved into its inner rim… Were seven words. “Only one brother may wear this crown.” The three brothers looked at one another. The war they had been fighting was over.

“Crowns aren’t just rhinestones and gold, they are made up of discipline, determinant and a hard-to-find alloy called courage, do you deem yourself worthy of the such a title?” I darted my tongue to lick my dry lips as I nodded my head as the man muttered. “I do,” “With the power of god, I may pronounce you as the Queen of Nitholirc, wife of Lords of Nitholirc and hope of people,” My heart fluttered as he gently picked the crown with his both hands and Claus bowed slightly as he placed it on his head as people cheered and clapped. My chest tightened with uneasiness, and I swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat.

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

“Huh?” “The crowning does not absolve you of your responsibilities; as king, you are married to the kingdom for life, unless you are dethroned, only death will absolve this.” The chief elder coughed noticing Cornelius losing his composure and Orseus’s lips curling up. “The crowning only means you take on your role as the Supreme ruler.” The chief elder paused before raising the crowns above his head “Please accept your new role as Supreme ruler and guardian of the realm.”

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

Dragomir smiled, “Thank you Elder Axel. I do not count it as a kind gesture to Islandia but as I duty I owe my people” “You have spoken well Prince Dragomir”, he replied, “I am rest assured Islandia will be in safe hands for many years to come”, he turned behind and a servant walked up to him, his head bowed, the king’s crown was placed on a pillow draped with red and gold silks. Axel lifted the crown with his hands, “By the power vested in me by the sacred laws of Islandia, I hereby crown you Dragomir, the one true heir of Islandia, the son of the late king Nikolaus, king of all of Islandia”, the crowd cheered as the crown was placed on his head, “Long live the king! Long live the king”. He

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Following the unfortunate demise of the esteemed and venerable Archbishop, he ascended to the esteemed position of the newly appointed Archbishop. Not only did he possess the formidable power and authority befitting the esteemed position of the Archbishop, but he also ascended to the esteemed role of the private tutor to the King, thereby acquiring the influential and commanding status akin to that of an Imperial Teacher. As the season of autumn gradually progresses, King Alexander finds himself experiencing a growing sense of physical discomfort, prompting him to discreetly request the presence of the esteemed Archbishop within the confines of the regal palace on multiple occasions. The con

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a