The Weight Of The Crown Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, without warning l, he lifted it. It was a heavy silver, encrusted with black and blue diamonds, a symbol of power and belonging I hadn’t asked for but was about to be chained to. He turned to me. Our eyes locked, His amber gaze burned, fierce and cunning. His lips curled slightly, like this was all amusement to him, like daring the world to object gave him a thrill. But there was something deeper. A heat I couldn’t quite name. He lowered the crown onto my head. The weight nearly buckled me. Not the physical heaviness.. though it was pressed against my skull like a brand.. but the reality.

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

And for the first time, the crown did not feel like weight. It felt like belonging.

"Are you alright?" "It's no big deal. I'll be better with some rest," said Karl. Wilbur nodded. Dawson and Cameron hurried to bow to Wilbur. To them, their Godly Emperor now seemed all the more powerful. Wilbur nodded in acknowledgment. Just then, Karl looked over at Groot. Groot had run off at full speed, returning in no time with a tray. On the tray was a robe with a crown on it. The crown was made of pure gold and looked like a flaming golden dragon curled up. There was a red gem on the dragon's forehead, emitting a fiery glow.

“Heavy is the weight of the crown and heavier is the responsibility it holds with itself. With the holy intervention and predestined powers, I will request his highness the alpha to honour her highness, the luna, with an equal crown as his symbolising equal power as his by the majority of royalty and nobility supporting the cause.” One of the younger priests brought the crown that was a replica of mine, but a little smaller to fit my luna. I got up from my throne and lifted the crown from the golden tray. I walked to Zeve with the crown. With every pound in my heart, I felt like something could go wrong at any moment. Externally, I was calm, cold and composed

It must be quite heavy judging by its size and thickness. The King with the golden scepter in his hand moves towards the throne and sits on it. Everyone bows their heads and then when they raise their heads they say loudly, “Long Live the king”. The man beside the priest brings another wooden box. I can see the crown of the queen in it. The crown is shining and it is also decorated with diamonds. The priest picks it up and turns toward me. I look down and the priest puts the heavy crown on the top of my head.

I had to keep the name in check, I had to make sure the name doesn't get stained or get a bad review if it did, Vanessa was going to come for me like the name wasn't in the mud already. I rolled my eyes. Uneasy is the head that wears the crown… But your type of crown matters… My type of crown was made of thorns That would make me uneasy too!!!

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

But now, here I was, at the precipice of becoming the queen, the one who would stand beside Alpha King Oswald and lead our pack into the future. I reached up and touched the silver crown resting on the velvet cushion on my vanity, tracing its delicate patterns with my fingers. Its weight had always seemed a distant thing, a mere symbol of power and tradition. Now, it felt heavier, as if the very air around me had thickened with the weight of responsibility. For the first time, I could almost feel the weight of the kingdom resting on my shoulders.

ELENA'S POV, Three weeks had passed, and I was still learning the weight of the crown. Not the physical one, that stays in a glass case in the east wing and comes out only for the formal occasions, like coronations or state dinners. The other kind, the kind that lived in every decision made before breakfast, in every report placed on my desk before I had even finished my first cup of tea. On every face that looked at me across a room expecting something I was still in the process of figuring out how to give.