The Weight Of The Crown Novels & Stories

I swallow the lump forming in my throat as the priest asks me to come to the center of the stage. I walk over to the center, everyone’s eyes fixed on me and the priest motions for me to kneel. A servant steps forward carrying an elegant velvet cushion. Resting upon it is a breathtaking crown. White gold woven into twisting vines. The priest carefully lifts the crown. "This crown represents strength." He places it just above my head. "Wisdom." It lowers another inch. "Compassion." It settles gently against my hair. "And the promise that the Queen shall protect this kingdom with both justice and love."

For once, I did not try to make myself appear smaller. Greta adjusted the fabric over my shoulder and smiled at my reflection. “You look like a Luna.” “I am a Luna.” Her smile widened. “Exactly.” On the vanity rested the ceremonial crown. It was not delicate. Ironclaw did not create delicate things. The crown was made of dark silver, shaped like two wolves facing each other beneath a crescent moon. Small black stones had been set into the metal, catching the morning light. I lifted it carefully. My hands trembled.

The princesses definitely hate me, as none of the three of them smiled at me, nor even acted indifferent. “He must be a very strong one, your Majesty.” One of them said, and I remained calm. “When I pick, I always pick right.” Ming Jon boasted. The elders carried the very light crown, and with the way their hands seemed, I could tell that it was very heavy, or maybe it had gotten heavy out of the blue. The sapphire stones and emeralds around it were a sight to behold. A piece worthy of royalty. It got windier as the crown hovered over my head. I glanced at the queen, and I finally saw panic in her eyes.

The guard that had come in that time was making his way back to us and I knew that I had to make a decision. What the hell was I going to do? I stared at the crown in my hands that had suddenly become heavier. The weight on the crown that had been placed on my neck was suddenly asking for assistance so it didn't fall off my head. Heavy is the head that wears the crown…now, I understand what that meant.

I looked around again and saw another crown on a rock still at the bottom of the water body. I was confused. I thought that there had been only one crown, but I had been wrong. The entire place was littered with all kinds of crowns. The one I held tightly in my hands suddenly felt unusually heavy. The diamonds and silver arranged around it gave it a royal look. This was befitting for only the richest royal families, one that I was sure didn't exist in the world that I knew outside this place.

The crown was shining in black velvet. Angela pointed and asked, "Aren't... are there diamonds all over the jade plate?" If all of them were true, then it would be too extravagant. "Of course it's true. More than 20 years ago, I took part in an auction in Country Y." This was the Crown of the Imperial Family. In the year of mercurial measurement, the Twenty-One-year-old Crown was forged together by Chalei Panjia Iraq, who was still Wang Chu's son at that time. It took him six months to make it. The crown was valued at 1600 grams, with 1469 diamonds and 36 gems. The largest naked diamond in front of the crown had reached 150 Clara, so it was luxurious and valuable.

It looked impossibly heavy, like it was forged from the core of the world. "The Crown is not gold, Xian’na. It is lead. It is stone. It is the mountain that never moves." As she placed the crown on my head, the physical gravity tripled. My spine popped, and my knees hit the bedrock with a thud that sent a shockwave through the ground. The pressure was immense—it felt like a thousand tons were pressing me into the dirt. My lungs were collapsing. I thought of Samuel waiting for me. I thought of my brothers. I thought of the Holy Wolf’s destiny.

The Weight Of The Crown. The crown sat on the soft red cushion like a snake ready to bite. I looked at it through my glass. My face looked back the shiny gold. The touch light made the diamond shine, painting rainbows on the walls. So pretty. So dangerous. Soon it would be Mine. "Heavier than you would expect". Councilor Elena told me from behind. Her steps echoed as she walked towards me. "Three pounds of gold, platinum, and dark magic".

Meanwhile, Maira took the opportunity to gather the team's baggage in one place. Someone needed to pull the hanging crown down. Maira wasted no time in shooting an arrow into the sky and pulling it down with a cord. Although it was a crown, its circumference was about double that of a normal human's waist. Her face lighted up from the sparkling lights reflected by the jewels the instant she touched the crown in her hands. It weighed more than 2kg. She flung the crown at Rain right away. "Think you can carry it on our way back?" Maira asked Rain,