روايات وقصص ضمن The Weight Of The Crown

I feel like I can't move around! "That's right!" Katheran showed a satisfied look, "The crown symbolizes royal power, it will not only limit your actions and words. It will also keep you firmly in the fold. When you choose to wear a crown, it means you have to bear the weight it brings. Only by defending the royal power to the death can the crown be kept from falling! By the way, the crown at my coronation was 3 times heavier than this one! But soon, you'll be able to feel how I felt!"

Rehearsals for the crowning ceremony started in full force the following day. Sebastian spent the morning being fitted for his formal clothes and trying on the crown. It was odd to feel the weight of the crown on his head. It was a lot heavier than it had looked on his mother’s head. The crown was gold and had emeralds on each peak. It was centuries old and had to be restored every few years. The original fur lining had been replaced with synthetic fur ten years before for a better public image.

His imperial crown sat perfectly on his head, demonstrating his importance and status. It had white fur lining, which supported the solid gold frame that had aquamarine stones dotted around the core before growing into a solid gold cross in the centre. Two studded arches rose from the sides of the gold frame, meeting in the centre of the cross. The crown was finalised with aquamarine lining from the gold frame up to the centre of the cross. He looked magnificent… breathtaking. His eyes fixated on mine and I almost choked on my own breath, taking in all his glory. How was he mine? I felt my knees go weak as I admired him across the room.

Only the weight of what they were about to do. Inside the cavern, the crown pulsed once, golden-red, as if it recognized her. Seren lifted it. The metal was lighter than she’d imagined, but the memory was heavy. She turned to Riven. “It’s not mine.” He placed his hand over hers. “Then we bury it.” Together, they carried the crown from the mountain, passing through every village and city, every people and creed. All gathered beneath a sky thick with memory. At the shore, with the world watching, not in pageant, but in reckoning, they cast the Crown of Flame into the sea.

I inspect her crown, saying, “Now, this one would’ve fetched me a damn good payday at the fence.” “I doubt you’d have been able to even carry it. It weighs a thousand pounds.” She reached up to adjust its weight with a wince. Brie floats over and steals her attention for a moment, and I turn to scan the room. Everyone’s dressed all neatly, but they’re not pulling out all the stops like at her coronation. There’s a tension I can’t shake but I assume it’s because these people welcomed me into the family with very little reservations. I scan the room, catching Blake’s gaze, and hold.

"I'm listening?" "Well, you see... it's in the tradition. The throne shouldn't be vacant for more than a month and it's about three months now that no one has sat on the throne. So the elders and I have agreed that you'll be crowned King in two weeks time and also, your wedding will take place on the day of your coronation." "Wait...all these are too much for me."

"I bestow upon you this Queen's Crown, affirming your honor. You are the chosen future queen, destined to wed the prince." Elder William lifted the crown from the tray, an exquisite masterpiece crafted from the purest silver, adorned with the whitest gemstones, and embellished with radiant diamonds and moonstones. At its pinnacle, a moonlit blue sapphire shimmered, encircled by twelve dazzling diamond stars. Silver laurel leaves elegantly entwined the crown's base, reminiscent of waves cradling luminous stars. Such a crown surpasses our mortal craftsmanship; only the Moon Goddess could conceive such celestial beauty.

It pressed and knot itself, forming and deforming at each second that passed, until with a pop, the blood transformed into a tangible object, which could be worn only by the king: a crown. It was hailed with black linings that were dancing in its curves and edges; there was also a red, minuscule ruby glinting at each black lining. With a last whisper, the priest grabbed the crown. He hurriedly put it over Vladimir’s head who crouched a little with its weight. He’s in awe as he felt the heaviness of such a small thing. “All hail to King Vladimir,” the priest shouted. The common vampires and the witnesses echoed his words.

Just didn’t expect to find it in his hands. I remember the ruby set. A crown and two amulets. One being the amulet of all. That one gave you the power to reign overall. Just if you didn’t know the truth behind you would be oblivious to it for life. That amulet and the ruby crown were a pair. They made both pure gold and rubies.