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The crowner walked towards us and bowed to both of us. "As of today, I have been invited by the Alpha to do what my ancestors have always done and has been passed down to me over the years." The crowner began and signaled to his servant to bring the crown which was made of raw gold and was glittering even in the dark while it rested on the pillow. "Finally, my girl is turning into a woman." Nolly laughed out loud. "And that is why I will ask this question to everyone standing right here." The crowner looked around.

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 could see it in his eyes that he appreciated me doing this for him and this made me happy. Who knew the event of a King’s Coronation was this weighty and overwhelming? Cayden and I both looked back at the Coronation and then two Grey Wolves stepped forward from their formational line, one holding a scroll piece— containing the Coronation vows Cayden was to recite, while the other wolf held a beautiful adorned foamy platform. — and on that Platform, was the crown, covered in purple silk to shield it from visewing. I could already feel its majesty.

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.

They were the stewards of the land, entrusted with the welfare and prosperity of their people. As the ceremony reached its pinnacle, the crowns themselves were brought forth, symbols of authority and unity. Kendrick's crown was studded with precious gemstones, reflecting the strength of his rule, while the Faith's crown was adorned with delicate filigree, symbolizing her wisdom and grace. The king's crown was placed upon Kendrick's head with a regal solemnity, a weight that he accepted with a sense of duty and honor. The queen's crown followed, its gentle placement a reminder of the delicate balance she would bring to the kingdom.

Nestled within was a magnificent crown, adorned with intricately carved symbols representing unity, strength, and wisdom. Alpha Caleb stood, his voice resonating with pride. "Ethan, Ava, it is with great honor that I bestow upon you the crowns of leadership. Wear them with humility and reverence, for they symbolize your commitment to the werewolf community and the legacy of our ancestors." Tears welled up in Ethan's eyes as he received his crown, his hands trembling as he placed it on his head. Ava, too, felt the weight of the moment as she donned her own crown, her heart swelling with a profound sense of purpose.

It was the eve of their ancestors’ death anniversary, a solemn occasion that held deep significance for their family. As they approached the altar, Sevena took her place at the center, her presence commanding reverence. She was the matriarch of their family, a powerful werewolf with centuries of wisdom and strength coursing through her veins. Her eyes, a piercing shade of amber, held a quiet intensity as she prepared to lead the ritual. “Tonight, we gather to honor the spirits of our ancestors,” Sevena began, her voice carrying a solemn tone that echoed through the clearing. “They have guided us and watched over us, and tonight, we pay tribute to their memory.”

She reasoned. “We won’t be having a long walk, Your Highness. I just want you to accompany me to this certain place. It’s called La Cortinada.” That caught Hannah’s attention. She tried reading the prince’s expression, and he looked like he was telling the truth. “I heard it is beautiful out there, especially this spring.” She bit her lower lip, trying to control her anticipation as she looked back at her parents. Answering their frowns with a smile, she answered.

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

I look up at Hannah as she walks over to me "Are you sure you want to continue? Everyone can stay here until after you have had her and then do the ceremony.." "No... I can't... I have caused Axel enough trouble over the last month. I just can't, not do it." "Okay, I think we can get away with it for the most part as Axel changed a few things because of what Mason did and the effect it had on you, so instead of having to walk by yourself into the ceremony we will be there with you. You will be sitting for some of the ceremony but will have to stand to complete the crowning oath that will be done by the highest Alpha under Axel. The cro