Witch King's Ring Novelas e Histórias

“He’s the one who sired you.” My eyes widened. The king was my father? But that couldn’t be right. How? “Take this,” she told me, holding up a thick gold band with rubies and emeralds encrusted into it. “It’s his signet ring. He will recognize it and know who you are. And maybe—maybe if the saints preserve, he’ll let you stay at the castle and give you work there.” Maybe? My fingers trembled as I slowly took the ring, gaping at its opulence. It was truly the ring of a ruler.

Erebus smirked, "But I don't want to miss the fun of seeing your prediction fall on the empty." "Ask away." The Queen nodded elegantly. "What is the stone, the wand, and the ring?" "Interesting." The Queen laughed, "Well, I'll indulge. They are the three items that give the utter highest magic power when put together. The stone, no one has seen it ever; the wand, well, you have already seen it." The Queen opened her hand and the rose appeared in there from thin air. Erebus frowned a bit. He couldn't decide whether to talk at that point. Because he knew that the rose was not the wand. The Wand was what Kitty got from breaking the curse. But He didn't know how much the Queen knew about it.

I growl, staring down at the dazzling purple diamonds and crystals in the small case. He shakes his head, gazing down at the ring looking nothing but unimpressed with me. “Do you not understand that you cannot divorce me?” He growls, stepping closer to me with the ring now in between his fingers. “This is a contract that cannot be broken, Willow! The first time that I kissed you- that sealed your fate- our fate! You will never leave this Kingdom,” he grasps a hand tight around my wrist and pulls my hand out towards him, “and you will never take off this ring again!” He pushes the ring over my left ring finger and as soon as it touches my skin, I can feel the cool metal of the ring fit tight

"White, like the moonstone," Burk told me. "It's said to be lost somewhere in the southern passage. Though I'm sure this is not it, the beauty is similar." "Thank you," I said, acknowledging the beautiful gift by slipping it onto my finger. "And red for the man who overcame being the Rogue King," Burk said to Ethan. "You have shed your blood for the love of your kingdom, and now, your kingdom worships you." "Thank you," Ethan said, but he didn't put the ring on his finger. Instead, he kept it in the box and put it in the pocket of his jacket.

Her attention was elsewhere. She did not know why it was happening. She did not know that somewhere beneath her ribs, coiled in a place even she had never touched, something older than her name recognized this hall — recognized these weapons — as pieces of a Crown that had crumbled long before the kingdom's founders had learned to read. The Void Queen's dormant will did not announce itself. It only reached, quiet and absolute, and the weapons answered because they remembered being reached for before. Auriel knew none of this. She knew only the pressure building behind her eyes, and the sound — a hall full of ancient steel screaming a name it had no right to know.

A dragon and a wolf circled one another, their bodies intertwined in an ancient crest. She held it out to me. "Take it." I hesitated. "What is it?" "The Queen's Seal." "I haven't earned that." "No," she admitted with a faint smile. "Not yet." She closed my fingers around the ring before I could refuse again. The silver was unexpectedly warm. Pain shot through my wrist. The Dragon Mark blazed beneath my sleeve. The Sword of Dawn answered with a deep, resonant hum that rolled through the Hall like a distant bell.

You will not touch her. The king smiled. It was a thin smile, cruel and tired. I do not need to touch her, he said. She will come to me. She will kneel. She will give me what is mine. Never, I said. The king's red eyes fixed on me. The weight of his gaze pressed against my chest, against the bond, against the gold beneath my skin. The crown you carry, he said. It was mine before it was hers. I forged it from my own blood, my own bone, my own grief. She stole it. She hid it. But it knows its master. And it will return to me.

I greeted with a bow of my head. She didn’t glance at me. “Have you done as I asked you to?” “Yes, my queen. I have delivered both items. The bracelet I just gave her today.” She gave a low hum. But she didn’t immediately send me out, which made me think she had more to say. “My queen, if I may ask…what does the bracelet do?” She turned to me. Behind her glasses, her eyes glowed a subtle silver. Enough for me to see it. And also enough for me to see the resemblance between her and Ryker, he had the slope of her nose, and her beautiful mouth.

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

She slid the ring onto his finger with her touch light and deliberate. Lucian then took a deep breath, steadying himself as he prepared to speak his vows. "Princess Victoria, I promise to honor and protect you, to lead our people with you, and to uphold the values of our kingdoms. With this ring, I commit my life to you, and to the future we will build together." He placed the ring on her finger with an unwavering voice but his heart heavy.