The Flying Crown Sofia The First Novels & Stories

“And now you understand.” Sophia looked at him. “Understand what?” His throne began rising. “Why your story was never about defeating me.” The entire sky turned black. “It was about remembering who you truly are.” The Crown of Creation The black tree opened. Inside it was a crown. Not gold. Not silver. It was made from stars. Sophia recognized it. Her crown. The crown she had worn before she erased herself. The First King stretched out his hand. “Come home.” Sophia stared at the crown.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

She considered him as that selfish old man with both gray hair and annoying facial hair, who cared nothing but only his high position. She walked ahead and took careful steps as she got up on the staircase. Before standing by the king's side, she bowed thrice which symbolized respect, submission, and obedience. The gong hanging from two poles of the same height as a soldier was hit twice, a cue for the two to drink from the golden cup of wine as a symbol of being one. After the drinking of wine, the two bowed facing each other before the king faced the witnesses of their union. "Emery of the Trigon clan is, from this day on, the queen of Silex!" the king announced as he raised the golden gra

I didn’t want anyone to see me after what I was about to do, so carefully, I hold the crown and take it out of the box. What a mistake. The moment I grabbed it, that moment I dropped it. Covering my mouth in fear, I back away from the object. My body trembles, and my mind kept replaying what I just saw. Somehow, the moment I had the crown in my hands, flashbacks of a kingdom being destroyed appear in my mind. It was so bloody that it made me feel like I was the one being killed.

Two weeks later, the previous rulers of the house of beauty including Angelo, the new ruler and his twin sister Sophie were all standing at the airport waiting for their private plane to depart to the Skygod household for the top three meeting, they were all putting on white and gold robe, a crystal adorned on their forehead showing that they are royalty, they all looked immaculate, sacred and beautiful, Adonis wore the same royal white-gold robe but he wore a diamond-gold crown to his silver hair whilst the other don't, it signifies the new ruler.

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…

The king stated coldly making Sofia shudder Sofia's eyes locked onto the king's, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking. She decided to play along, curious about how far Prince Stefan's deception would go. "Y-yes, Your Majesty," Sofia stammered, trying to sound demure. "We met at a...a charity event in Azura. Prince Stefan was kind enough to...to donate to my family's merchant fund." She glanced at Stefan, hoping her words would align with his fabricated story.

She realized she spoke too much when a heavy silence fell. “He didn't,” Roxie murmured under her breath. “It doesn't matter who banged who. You guys broke the rules. A Sage cannot have an intimate relationship with a champion, mate or not. It's forbidden for a Sage to have a relationship or a mate. That’s been the law for centuries,” Ciel verbalized, unimpressed. “What’s going to happen now that the rules are broken?” Roxie murmured. “They will get stripped of their titles, powers, and be banished from the pack, declared rogues,” Ciel answered.

The latter looks up, his emotions mixed with sadness and guilt. “You cannot feel guilty,” Alexei says as if reading his mind. “This is how we have to live from now on.” Clearing his throat, he addresses everyone present in the castle. He holds up the crown. “As an anointed Emperor, a sovereign of Ezealyra and as the holder of the highest rank among all those present here,” he begins. “I declare the demise of Emperor Phillippe Costa, First of his Name and the sovereign of Faika. His death saddens us and it is a void we cannot forget. With respect to his last wish and with all of you as witness, I now crown thee, Lavi Costa as the Emperor of Faika! Rise, Lavi Costa, the First of his Name, Empe

"Anastasia Nikita Furthrone Godfrey, I hereby announce you the queen of the vampire nation to rule besides me. Long live the queen." He removed my previous crown from the Furthrone kingdom, placing another one that had my neck pushed down, my heard swaying back and forth as if it would break yet I held it high and strong. I felt the pull because let me tell you, this crown weighed tones as if boulders of stone had just been placed on my head.