The Weight Of The Crown 소설 & 이야기

I disconnected the call and finally bank forward to pick up the crown in my hand, and I could see all those beautiful details carved over the crown, With my stone attached perfectly in the centre of the crown in between all those tiny little jewels which way beautifully outlining my Red stone of life. I realized I was smiling just looking at that crown which I was supposed to wear so to pull myself out of my dilemma I finally picked up the crown in my hand and in that moment I felt as if the time had just stopped for me, so that I could hold on to this memory forever.

"Daddy, isn't my dress pretty? Grandma gave this to me for my birthday this year!" Rowan adored Wanda. He leaned down and scooped up the little princess. "Grandma has great taste. Our Wanda is just like a princess." Wanda smiled, her eyes crinkling with delight. She pointed to the crystal crown. "Daddy, this crown is a gift from Mommy. Isn't it really pretty, too?" The crown, studded with crystals, sparkled brilliantly. The central diamond, the largest one, was about the size of a fingernail, and it was clearly worth a fortune.

I looked up and admired the Hall. The summit was being held in the Hall of Accord. The Hall of Accord stood like a crown upon the brow of the city, a towering bastion of stone and ancient craftsmanship. Its sheer size dwarfed the surrounding buildings, each of its walls forged from colossal slabs of granite veined with silver and obsidian, shimmering faintly in the sun. Spires pierced the sky like the spears of titans, while vast banners emblazoned with the sigils of long-forgotten kings and enduring alliances fluttered high above the battlements. Massive archways, wide enough for a war host to pass through, marked the hall’s entrances, their keystones carved with runes older than the city

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.”

Others lifted their heads toward the ceiling as their voices echoed in raw celebration. My throat tightened painfully. Tears burned behind my eyes. Not weakness. Pride. Overwhelming, unstoppable pride. Then came the crowns. Ancient heirloom crowns were brought forward—massive compared to their tiny heads, crafted from silver and lined with protective runes carved by ancestors long gone. Each crown shimmered beneath the torchlight, heavy with history and power. One by one, the elders gently lowered the crowns above each child—not resting fully on their heads yet, but hovering symbolically above them.

Chapter 60 – Ana The ceremony reached its peak as the crown was lowered onto my head. It was made of cold silver and edged with sharp, black obsidian. For a brief second, the sheer weight of the crown surprised me. It was not a light or flimsy piece of jewelry made just for show. It was solid. It was real. It felt heavy with the history and the meaning of the Shadow Pack. The very moment the cool metal touched my hair, I felt a surge of energy ripple through the entire hall. It felt as if the room itself were acknowledging my new rank.

She sniffed and looked at him, but no word came out. David took out the crown and put it on her head. It was a little heavier but exquisite. The white gold headpiece contains hundreds of small diamonds and a few rare pink pearls. Kate felt her head got an extra weight, not because of the crown, rather it was his love weight, but she will carry this weight all of her life. And she knew she would never feel tired because he would be with her all of her life.

“Sorry. I’m just – I don’t know.” “Stressed?” I say, stroking the velvet material before running my fingers over the acanthus leaves decorating the circlet. He sighs again, rubbing his eyes. I pick up the crown and admire its weight. It’s got to be at least two kilos. I place it on my head. It’s not the comfiest. “How long have you got to wear this thing?” I ask “Leda! Take that off now! Put it back!” “Why? I’m not going to break it!”

White diamonds were scattered from large to small sizes around the pink diamond to accentuate it. It was dazzling, and every angle of the crown shone brightly. It took one glance to know how priceless it was! The maids put up Lucy’s hair in a bun that looked like a flower bud. Lucy could hardly feel her head after putting on the crown. The crown was very heavy, at least six to eight pounds. Lucy looked a little bitter. “Mrs. Hudson, can I not wear this? It’s… too heavy.” Lucy looked pitifully at Helen, the royal housekeeper, who was still helping Lucy put on multiple accessories.