Novel & Cerita The Weight Of The Crown

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

Okay, we all know I would not be able to even get a punch in but I could have him weak on his knees while I grind on him, ridding him so good. My heart drummed even harder, not the time. His crown was placed first. It was so large it took everything in me not to gasp. It was black in color, so stunning with white and black short fur at the ring of it as it sat on his hair. The crown was laced with red diamonds which just left you breathless. It was truly something to see, just wide eyed but I closed my mouth and stared ahead until I saw the man walk towards me.

The golden lines that trace his suit lighten, and Hannah notices the sapphire ring that belongs to the Palace of Norway, which she noticed that was wore to the workers. “It’s nice to see you all. I am Butler John.” She looked at the man beside him. She arched her brows. The man looked too young to be the prince that they were talking about being wed. He was like, around her age. This must be the younger brother. His features, however, are similar to the current queen. He has an androgynous face where soft features that were pasted on the hard, prominent jaw. He was wearing an all-black suit with a long coat that complemented his grey eyes. The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned o

The world would finally lay their eyes on the king and his queen. He took a step and I took one myself. We walked, passing the guards that stood on either side, bowing their heads in respect. My head was held up high with the crown so heavy, having my neck ache as if it would break. The crown, my crown was large made of the most ancient stones and gold straight from the dragon’s cave. It was made by the finest hands and forged with the largest fires. A crown having made in the early days in the world’s existence, never worn and just waiting for me to wear. A crown holding so much power it had me shiver. We reached the door and turning to face the crowd that stood just far from the jet. There

"This was the first crown my mother ever wore. I thought... I hoped you might wear it tonight." My heart stuttered against my ribs. "Theo—" "She would have loved you," he interrupted gently. "Strong, compassionate, unafraid to challenge tradition while respecting its foundations. You remind me of her in so many ways." His fingers trembled slightly as he opened the box, revealing what lay nestled inside. The crown was a delicate masterpiece, smaller and more intricate than his – a woven pattern of gold and silver, studded with diamonds that caught the light and fractured it into a thousand tiny rainbows. It looked both ancient and timeless, powerful in its subtlety.

I smile up at him, excitement and pride bubbling in my veins, “I vow with all my might.” My father carefully removes the black crown from his head. The crown is adorned with black pearls, diamonds, and crystals along with black seashells, five of which form sharp points around the crown. He delicately places the crown upon my head and as the hanging black pearls tickle my forehead I take a breath and feel the full weight of the crown and everything that comes with it. I look up at my father who extends his hand to me, tears once again threatening to spill from his eyes. I take his hand and rise to my feet.

he said, his voice low, without turning around. "I simply reminded them that a crown isn't just a piece of jewelry, Your Majesty," I replied, walking closer. "It’s a weight and they seemed a bit... light headed to understand." I chuckled at my own joke but I don't think he found it funny since he didn't laugh. I cussed myself internally for making such boring nerdy jokes. How embarrassing.

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

"Listen to me. I know it’s been difficult for you over the past few years. I need you to have some fun, and when you come back, be ready to rule these packs. I’m getting old, Makarius." "You’re right. I’ll do my best not to disappoint my parents, or you." "The ceremony is in an hour. Now go shower and get dressed." I stood there, cold, as they placed the crown on my head. Immediately, I felt its weight, not just in the physical sense, but as a profound heaviness that pressed down on my very soul, whispering ancient secrets and promises. How many rulers had this crown seen rise and fall, each leaving their mark on its storied history? I knew that it carried the legacies of countless predecess