They Crowned My Twin Novels & Stories

Our esteemed guests had already been attended to, and everyone was seated, waiting for our entry. The entire thing took a while, and I almost dozed off at some point. Clayton nudged me, and I found my mother glaring daggers at me. We finally got to the crowning, and Cyrus and Dove were inaugurated first. Once that was done, the twins were inaugurated next. Apparently, that needed to happen too since Clayton and I had them before we were crowned. Eventually, we too were crowned, and I immediately felt the change with Shia and Shaylah. We had finally settled into who we were meant to be.

I remove the piece of paper and open it. ~A pair of identical twins were born on the fateful night that changed their lives forever. One brother was removed, while the other remained. Twin A has bestowed the crown to wear on his throne, but Twin B has not yet appeared to usurp his position and take the crown. Will a king fall, or will his fiery-haired queen fall first?~ I scrunch up the piece of paper in my hand, rage engulfs me laced with panic, and I peer out into the calm night to check if anyone is hiding in the shadows.

He pressed his lips against the crown of her head and they lay there in the warm water, relaxing their fatigued bodies. “Looks like we are really going to become grandparents!” Cressida cheered placing her cup down on the small table in front of her. “Great! And I get the Godfather rights!” Kieran hollered clamping his hands together. “Why you!” Lovis exclaimed and Draven nodded his head. “Yes, why you!” “I can be the Godfather too!” The twins said together and glared at each other. “You guys don’t even know Ophelia properly. I am the perfect guy to be the Godfather.” Kieran exclaimed.

and the wishing that he should have done more. All we can do is focus on the future, I certainly didn’t want to dwell on my past for another second. But then again, the goddess had blessed me so much. I had my mom, step-father, sisters and grandfather. Not to mention mates, and my princesses. We could all be a baseball team at this rate. We had planned at our first coronation ceremony to make the twins official princesses, but since that never happened, we did it last month on their birthday. It was hard without Brad here to join in the celebration but I’m sure he’s got a bigger purpose for his mission.

I had thought about little else for a week. “The twins are the event,” I said, working it through aloud the way Ally always teased me for doing. “Presented before every crown on the continent. Named before the gods. Paraded in front of a thousand strangers in one room. If I wished this family harm, that is the night I would choose, and those are the targets I would choose. Royal heirs, six months old, in a ballroom full of foreign retinues.” “Agreed.”

The royal twins came in next and that created six links. They moved and soon we made a circle around the screaming bastard inside my sister and Octavia who didn’t break character. Theo’s screams got louder as soon as our circle was completed. “No! No! You can’t get rid of me! I won’t let you! I have come too far to just let you win again! I let you kill me just so I could get this I won’t give it up just like that!”

“Theron, your father won't be proud of you!” That makes my brows twitch. If Orlando was here, he'd have tapped me on the shoulders for a job well done, because he knows that I have a plan behind my marriage to Elettra. “Y'all are aware that there's really no ceremony for the coronation right?” I sneer, making them go quiet. But I noticed the brown headed twins on the left, exchanging disapproving looks. ‘I think I've made new enemies,’ the thought makes my cheeks rise with amusement.

The pack that had once bled and broken was now thriving. “It wasn’t just me,” I said. “It was all of us.” By mid-afternoon, the twins had been celebrated six times over. There were gifts piled high, wrapping paper scattered like confetti, and two tiny crowns perched lopsidedly on their heads. Kai and I stood side by side as everyone gathered around the table for the cake. Michelle sat in his arms again, eyes wide with wonder, while Ethan clapped his little hands at the sight of the lit candle.

Forged of starmetal, set with fragments of fallen meteorites, it was said to bind rulers not to thrones, but to their people. He approached me first. But I shook my head, stepping aside. Instead, I guided the twins forward. They knelt, not as rulers demanding obedience, but as guardians pledging themselves to those they served. The Chancellor placed the Crown first upon Lyra’s silver curls, then upon Cassian’s dark head. Magic rippled outward, a shockwave of light and warmth. The people cried out, not in fear, but in exultation. I felt it too, a thrum deep in my bones, the world itself acknowledging the twins as its protectors.

For a moment, I hesitated. Then, with shaking resolve, I placed the crown upon my head. The metal settled against my hair, cold and unyielding. I stood there crowned but utterly alone. Luna in title. Broken in truth.