Witch King's Ring の小説・ストーリー

The meeting went on for hours and days, with most of the discussion about the rehabilitation and rebuilding of not only the City of Olga, but apparently all of Garlow’s conquered neighboring lands. Truly, the impact of being a king had already reached Ruen head-on. The meetings were exhaustive, but he needed to keep his focus straight as the welfare of these people were in the line. Surely, Lianne would have him do the same. However, there were times when his thoughts would wander to the princess, especially when he feels the slight tug of an object in his pants pocket whenever he moves. Inside the pocket of his black slacks was a small square-shaped box. Inside it was a hexagon-cut diamond

Eyes widened. Mouths dropped open. “Will you be not just my queen, but my wife… tonight and forever?” King Duncan said, caressing her knuckle. His gaze locked onto hers as though she meant the world to him. “Yes, please,” she croaked, her voice broken as everything went blank in the background. Just the male who made her feel on top of the world. He slid the ring onto her finger—a dark silver band, carved with ancient runes and crowned with a single bloodstone that shimmered under the Grand Hall light.

Did Father know this when he arranged my marriage to Anna? “After that, Her Majesty asked me to teach her how to summon her magical beast. As you know, Your Majesty, a magical beast, is the manifestation of our identities, one of each person. Her Majesty summoned a serpent... a five-headed serpent. And there's more—her magical light is gold.” Gold. The color of the royal family. Alex possessed gold magic as well. More than that, gold magic signified immense magical reserves and extraordinary power. “Have you told Anna any of this?” Alex asked.

How he was the one who caused the fear in me, and was the one who could calm it. There was a brief, heavy pause. For a moment, I thought he wasn't going to say anything, until my left hand was suddenly grabbed roughly. The King lifted it into the air, his grip firm and unyielding. “Where’s your ring?” he demanded. My heart thudded violently. I had left it in the drawer, thinking it was only for the ceremony. “I-I thought I was only supposed to wear it after the mating ceremony,” I stammered. “So I kept it somewhere sa–”

My gaze flickered to the side of the hall where the household staff usually gathered. She was nowhere to be found. I forced myself to focus as my mother picked up the crown. It was a heavy thing, crafted from dark iron and embedded with emeralds that matched my eyes. It wasn't delicate; it was a weapon in the form of jewelry. “Rowan Howard,” she whispered, her eyes meeting mine. “Do you swear to protect the weak, to punish the traitor, and to lead this pack into the light, even at the cost of your own life?”

She looked down at him—this dangerous, complicated man who knelt before her covered in their enemies' blood, offering her his mother's ring and his whole world. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes?" "Yes, I choose you. Yes, I'll rule beside you. Yes, I'll be your queen." He slipped the ring onto her finger, and it fit perfectly. Like it had been made for her. "Now get up," she said softly. "Queens don't kneel for anyone. But their kings don't kneel to anyone either." He stood and pulled her into his arms, spinning her around in the blood-stained study while sirens wailed in the distance.

"I want her as my queen." "We didn't know what happened between them, but we all know King Dreksil won't let her go. He already chose her as his queen, giving Izabella the queen's ring. It just needs a matter of official announcement. But don't be sad, King Bhaste. You'll meet the woman for you, but I can assure you, it will never be Izabella. I've seen how they love each other..." "I know. She's still wearing those rings she wore the first time I met her. I guess that's a sign..."

Nelson held the bow in his hand to admire, his eyes shining at the regal beauty it brought. Everyone present at that place looked at the bow and arrow without feeling envious, wanting to touch it once to see how it felt to hold such a valuable item. Katherine, seeing Nelson's passion, stepped forward and said: “This bow is called The King. The accompanying arrows are named Power, Lightning, Water, Fire and The Queen, respectively. The hardness of these arrows can penetrate three layers of iron armor without bending or breaking…” Katherine paused for a moment, saw that no one, even Alice had no opinion, took a breath, and continued:

I expected him to have a lot of questions, but instead of hearing him ask them, he just kept silent. At first, I told myself it was just another one of his moods. He had plenty of those. But deep down, I knew that this wasn’t one of them. “I will go straight to the point because obviously you don’t have enough time.” The Fae King said, snapping me back to the present. “We will have another discussion about the Alliance. For now, take this with you,” the Fae King handed me an onyx ring. “What is this?” I asked, looking it over closely.

my mother said with awe. “I’m no king, but your daughter is a princess and deserves a ring fit for royalty,” Kenton said as he took my trembling hand and slid the ring onto it. I noted the feeling of elation that came over me as he slipped the ring onto my finger. I looked over at the one that Godwin had given me as it rested where I’d placed it on the table. Although beautiful, it lacked the brightness and elegance of this ring. Perhaps it was because it was dulled with dark magic. I wasn’t sure. I just knew that no such feeling ever occurred while I wore that ring. If anything, it was the exact opposite.