The Crownless Again Shall Be King Novels & Stories

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

Dominic then says, “With the blessing of the Moon Goddess and the power of the King kingdom, I commence Prince Nathaniel’s ascension Coronation. I ask you, Prince Nathaniel King, The King Kingdom that’s established by Goddess law, whose settlement you will swear to maintain, is committed to the true profession of all its smaller clans and Kingdoms, and, in so doing, will seek to foster an environment in which people of all faiths and beliefs may live freely. The Royal Coronation Oath has stood for centuries and is enshrined in this, The Royal Law; these are the blessings of the Moon Goddess. "Prince Nathaniel Liam King, are you willing to take the Oath?”

War broke... People from different places fought untamed. All of them were fighting, just for the said ownerless and unseen Royal Crown. This certain Crown was left unworn since the last Royal Family of the Kingdom was assassinated by an unknown force, only after the youngest Royal Family member was born. It was said that they acquire unstoppable and unspecified sovereignty over all other kingdoms, which is said to be the main motive for the Royal Family's assassination.

He starts to raise his voice and I shudder. Kael nods, "Father's right, Aurora. You have to get a King who will bear you heirs to this kingdom. You can't just rule the kingdom alone and abandon the entire kingdom when you die!" I shoot Kael a stern look. I slam the table causing my pancakes to get off the plate and I half-shout, "You know what, you can dethrone me anytime you like! Have the throne to yourself, Kael, and marry off a wife who can bear you heirs to the kingdom! I don't care anymore!"

His expression was deeply uncomfortable. "Mr. Kingsley," he started. "I know you explicitly stated you didn't want any media briefings this morning, but... this is trending globally. It involves Ms. Rowe. The public relations department needs to know if we are issuing a statement." "What are you talking about?" I asked, my brow furrowing as I reached out to take the tablet. The moment my eyes hit the screen, my heart stopped. The headline was from a prominent British tabloid, flashing in bold, ugly text: RUNAWAY PRINCE FOUND: HEIR TO THE THRONE SPOTTED IN UNDERGROUND NEW YORK TRYST.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

~ Kael's POV ~ The crown is not a gift bestowed upon the worthy, rather it is a weight seized by the desperate. I stood by the window of my private chambers, the glass reflecting a man the world feared, but few truly knew. Below, the palace grounds were buzzing of activities, as the preparation for a ceremony that would link my soul to the only woman who had ever made me feel like I was more than a monster were being made. My life began in the dirt, low and ugly. My mother was a woman of low born. Just a maid with a scent of wildflower and a spirit too fragile for the royal court who the previous King had forced himself upon and discarded the next day.

His sin of omission. He couldn’t allow that. The chapel door was heavy oak, centuries old, and it swung open with the kind of authority that made the message clear: I am important. I belong in spaces others don’t. The palace corridors were empty at this hour. The servants who would normally be moving through them were asleep, and the guards who patrolled were loyal to Daemon, not to Marcus. This was the problem with the current structure the king’s authority superseded everyone else’s, even family, even the church itself.

I screamed, light erupting from my eyes, my skin fracturing into silver lines. Everything disintegrated—the city, the army, Kael’s curses, Auren’s voice—until there was only that one truth pulsing through the mark: The Crown is broken. Long live the Queen. Then, silence. And darkness swallowed everything.

A stranger was about to take the crown that was mine. Casbian paused at the door and glanced back. "You will attend the ceremony." His gaze dragged over my bruised and marked body. No guilt in his eyes. No disgust. Nothing. "You'll stand in the back row of the gallery. Kneeling. With the servants." "You will bow to the new Luna." "If you make a scene—if Lydia, or anyone else, discovers what you really are—" He didn't finish. He bent low and patted my sweat-slicked face.