The Gentle Beast With A Beautiful Crown นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“But I’ll be going ahead to change my armory.” Darina returned to her tent. She immediately wiped the wet arrows she washed a while ago. She made sure that no weapons could reflect her fight against the beasts. Darina changed her inner clothes to red that can cover her neck. She puts on her golden armory and her golden helmet. It was heavier than the black armor and too precious to be worn for games. Darina took her golden scepter that signifies her grant authority as a fostered child and a royal cavalry captain. She sits upon her armored black horse and rode towards the main site where the ceremony will take place. At the sight of Darina, the spectators brought themselves down and greeted h

' thought queen Kyla with an emotional expression as she looked at her soon . " You are right father . He is the same as Eskander . " said queen Kyla with a proud expression . " Be careful of my beasts , your highness . They may not look like it but they are filled with silver . One touch , one scratch from them and you are a gonner . " said the assassin with a dry laugh . " You bastard ! " said Kiara when looking at the beast he summoned to get rid of Eskylrious . " Go ahead my little beats ! Eat the crown prince alive ! " said

The Crown answered instantly. The silver around her rose. Not wild. Not chaotic. Structured. Elegant. A lattice of living light spiraled upward around her body, weaving across her skin in thin, glowing lines like armor forged from moonlight itself. Power. But refined. Chosen. Owned. The courtyard dropped into stunned silence. Even the Veil seemed to hesitate. And then— The creature bowed. Not deeply. Not submissively. But undeniably. “To the Queen That Was Promised,” it said.

Something in his eyes, anticipation, perhaps, or nervousness… made me turn to face him fully. “What’s that?” I asked, nodding toward the box. Instead of answering, he stepped forward and lifted the lid. My hand flew to my mouth, a small gasp escaping before I could catch it. Nestled on black velvet lay a delicate crown, not the heavy, ostentatious thing I’d imagined when he mentioned royal regalia, but something ethereal and perfect. White gold twisted into intricate patterns that reminded me of moonlight on water, with moonstones scattered throughout like stars in a night sky.

He was probably an animal! He must have taken advantage of how ignorant the beautiful girl was and got her through malicious methods. A group of men whined about how they weren't as lucky to have met someone as adorable as Ginger was. They couldn't accept that someone else had got to her first. "Look, Sir! That crown looks beautiful!" Ginger pointed at a glass cabinet not too far away. There, a European-style crown was placed inside. It was made of gold and was embroidered with diamonds and colorful gems.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

The silence explodes into a terrific burst of merriment as the Banshee Elder concludes her spirit-inspiring speech and the Pixies lift the cover from the item in her hands to reveal a breath-taking crown, crafted from delicate silver filigree and adorned with glittering gemstones. I inhale sharply and solidify my composure as she lifts the crown high and settles it onto my head. It’s such a magical moment as I shudder from the might and power imbued in the glorious relic that infuses its unparalleled eminence into my being. Asserting and acknowledging my rightful place as the Fae Queen. Everyone’s merry acceptance swooshes through me like the enchanting breeze, inspiring the burst of iridesc

“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.