Romans & histoires You Should See Me In A Crown Book

Then she placed it in my palm. The weight of it settled instantly. Familiar. Right. I looked down at it my grandmother’s crown, finally back where it belonged standing there in the corridor of the Great Hall of the Northern Hollow, on a quiet Thursday morning in the spring of my fifth Free Cities year. I didn’t put it on. Not today. Today wasn’t about wearing crowns. Carefully, I placed it inside my slim briefcase, setting it beside the forty-seven pages detailing the Sterling Pack’s debt to Voss Capital.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

"Any one of those bags could buy a house. I gotta get a picture. I'm not gonna see something like this twice in my life." "Now that's what a real heiress looks like. I knew something was off about Violet. She kept rotating the same few bags every day, trying way too hard to look the part." I pointed at Jim's bag and said to Lewis, "Please verify that bag. I promised to compensate this gentleman with ten bags of equal value." Jim's earlier humility was gone. All that remained was greedy excitement. He didn't even notice Violet slowly edging backward, trying to slip into the crowd.

Vanished. War wasn’t ‘coming.’ War was here, and this crown has only invited it further into the light. All I need to do now is pretend to enjoy the night. What could possibly go wrong?

It smelt beautiful; freshly cut grass and honey. The presence next to the large green eyed man terrified Klara, the power and dominance made her want to shrink, become invisible. She hadn’t even seen him, she daren't look but she knew he had to be the King… the bloodthirsty, torturous, greedy King. But she had to swallow those thoughts, her whole life she’d been taught to despise and hate the royal family… they were imposters. She gulped “My King.” She bowed her head and then extended her neck in submission. “I'm sorry I came onto your land… I didn't know where to go.”

"The fourth is related to literature, right?" She seemed annoyed at me. Then I sensed someone hands something to her. "Indeed. I chose a book that all the girls on the Trials read. The name is 'Tears to a Crystal Bloom'," Avy once told me that was the Crown Prince's favorite book. "Have you read it?" "Years ago, yes," she seems determined to make me fail this one.

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

Each word seems to rattle her up, feed her more power. “I solemnly promise to do so,” I speak sternly while keeping my head high. “Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?” “I will,” I say before handing over the book to the Head Priest. He takes it from me before another priest who is holding a red velvet cushion on which the crown rests, steps beside the Head Priest. I notice a dagger resting by the crown. It happens to catch my attention more than the crown. The handle of the dagger is embedded with jewels but its blade looks sharp enough to cut steel.

A dumb reason to be annoyed but who cared anymore? I stared into Dustin’s eyes as he approached. He stopped beside me and turned away, his hands resting on the railing. My gaze dropped to his stiff shoulders under the white button-down shirt he was wearing. His coat was nowhere in sight. He seemed to have ended the party before it began. Slowly, my gaze rose to his head where a big crown rested. Golden in color and adorned with tiny blue jewels. Unlike me, his crown didn’t even budge as he turned his head to look at me. This reminded me of what Eliana had said—the crown never wavers if you have the will to hold it and those who don’t want it, the crown doesn’t want them either.

“But now… it looks like it was about you.” “And Haunter,” Candy added gravely. “That crown—it wasn’t yours. It was his.” I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. The same mate who’d rejected me… the one who still haunted my every breath… was now in a vision of the end. Wearing a cursed crown and standing over my dead body? “I need answers,” I said suddenly, standing up. Jimmy gave me a worried look. “And where do you plan on getting those? The pack library’s not exactly loaded with ‘How Not To Die From Your Frozen Goddess Curse’ manuals.”