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I don’t need to add a bad omen to it too. When everyone has congratulated me, the clergy once again steps forward and removes my crown and takes back the royal egg. Luckily, I don’t have to take any pictures. We have all agreed that pictures can wait until I’m feeling and looking better. Plus, a picture of me lying in a hospital bed isn’t what I want to be remembered for.

Seb asked while coming near her, Swara came in her senses after hearing him, and while showing the picture, she asked, “why you never told me that they crowned you as a King that also in a proper ceremony.” The picture was of Sebastian in which he was getting a crown of mafia king. Seb who saw this chuckled a little and said, “I forgot, and I got this crown because I’m the King of Kings, that’s why.” “And yeah I forgot to tell you one thing more that you are also going to get this crown (said while showing the next picture which is of Queen’s crown) of queen after our marriage.” “Really?” She asked with a shocked expression on which Seb nodded his head in return.

Chapter 40 : Battle for the Crown Phoebe’s POV The day had finally come, the day one of us would be crowned the Blood King or Queen, marking the end of the tournament. The air hung with the potent smell of sweat and blood, thick with unsettling anticipation. The raw, deafening roar of the crowd seemed to vibrate through my ribs, a chaotic sound that echoed through the tournament ground. My shoulders tightened, my hands and feet trembling uncontrollably. “We have to win,” Serene said in my head, her voice laced with fierce determination. I nodded in agreement, my heart pounding fast in my chest.

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.

It shimmered between worlds, and he could see glimpses of her, of the realm she walked. “She’s still fighting,” he said quietly. The Crown pulsed in his hand. He knew what he had to do. Callen had warned him: once worn, the Crown would mark him permanently. There would be no going back. But she was in there. He had to get her out. With trembling hands, John lifted the Crown. As it settled on his head, fire coursed through his veins. His knees buckled, his vision exploded into red light, and his soul fractured, then he stood in the Hollow, not as a guest, as a challenger.

Chapter 71" Broken Crowns Avyanne pov The yacht's deck steadily empty. Guests left, leaving behind confetti and half-empty champagne flutes. The fairy lights overhead created long shadows, making the night seem darker than usual. As my world spun out of control, I stood at the railing, the cool metal bringing me back down. The water lapped gently against the yacht's hull, a rhythmic sound that should have been relaxing. Instead, it felt like a countdown, with each wave pushing me closer to a moment I simultaneously desired and feared. I fingered the dainty crown set on my head, still not believing it was there. The metal was warm now, having absorbed my body heat during the long hours of the

Kai cleaned the stool with his palm and made Anna sit on it. "You need to rest your legs." Anna nodded and Kai stood upright. He walked to the old shelf and took out the book. He dusted the front and read the title out loud, "The tormented." "Huh?" "That's the title of the book." Kai put the book back and went to the bed. The bedsheet was very dirty. This still doesn't feel real to Kai. Does anyone else know that this place exists in the palace? No, he doubts it. He looked up and he saw an old clock. It was still ticking and he could tell it was telling the correct time.

] I stared at the screen, my smirk growing colder by the second. I showed up at the meet-up right on time, dressed down in a hoodie and jeans, my face free of makeup. Bennett's eyes sparkled when he saw me, and he beckoned, "Harriet, come sit here." He was flanked by a gaggle of girls gazing at him in awe. Among them was Sophia, the daughter of Cornwell, a notorious kingpin, another notch on his belt from a life I wanted to forget. I took a seat next to her. When Bennett ducked out for coffee, I leaned over to Sophia, "So, what's your take on Bennett?"

And the man behind it all is setting rules for when I get to see him. I let out a slow breath, my lips pressing into a thin line as something cold settled in my chest. Control. That’s what this is about. And I don’t like it. “Hi, pregnant lady.” I closed my eyes briefly. Because of course. Of course the universe wasn’t done with me yet. I turned my head slowly toward the door, already knowing exactly who it was before I even saw him. “Caleb.” He stood there like he had been invited, which he definitely wasn’t, holding a piece of paper in his hand and looking way too comfortable for someone who was about to get insulted.