You Should See Me In A Crown Book 소설 & 이야기

Then, “Enter.” Elias slipped inside, closing the door behind him. His coat was dusted with parchment fibers, and a faint ink stain marked his wrist. “You didn’t come to the library,” he said quietly. “I thought you would.” “I didn’t want to be seen.” “Half the court is asleep. The other half is pretending to be,” he said, moving closer. “I found something you need to see.” He laid a worn book on her desk, its binding cracked and its pages brittle. The title was faded, but she could make out a single word: Equinox.

His voice carries through the square as he begins the ancient rites. “On this day, before the eyes of our people, under the sky that has watched our kingdom rise and fall for generations, we crown a ruler to guide us.” The words feel distant. My gaze flicks back to the crowd. Scanning. Searching. No Althea. My skin itches under the collar. Something’s wrong. I can feel it. The chancellor turns to me, holding the crown in both hands. It’s gold. Pure. Heavy with history. He lifts it, stepping forward—

Because I saw something no one else did. In the trees, just beyond the sacred stones— I saw a woman standing, wearing my face. Her eyes were glowing black. But she didn’t say a word, she only smiled. And in her hands—she held the Crown. A second one. Made not of moonlight… but *shadow*.

Her breath hitched a little at my close proximity, and slowly her eyes looked up into mine. "I was–" she stuttered, staring at me. "Just, um… In the library, I found something that I thought was pretty interesting." She piqued my curiosity, and I gestured for her to show me. "What is it?" She pulled the book from underneath her arm and scanned through the pages until she found the one she was looking for. Turning the book towards me, she showed me a photo of a soft, elegant woman with regal attributes. Her long white hair flowed down over her shoulders, and a tall red and gold crown sat upon her head.

Some manifest at the early age of twelve; however, seventeen and older were the most often ages for lines to manifest. “Ahh!” I was about to stand up when I felt a burning sensation in my chest; it made me feel dizzy; I remained sitting, breathing to calm my chest; it lasted for less than a minute before it subsided, “What the hell was that?” I was in that position when I felt something weird again; my heart was beating so fast, my breath was uneven, followed by the gushing window; I looked behind me when I felt a significant presence enter the library. “Who are you?” I’m still holding my chest; a lady wearing an all-white under her thick black cloak is in front of me. Her aura is shouting a

My gaze veers to my brother Cameron who nods, signaling me to get Camilla. I don't hesitate, I'm walking to her before he exits the room, finding her and Clarissa in a conversation about cookies and milk. “Hello, sorry to interrupt this vital conversation.” I tease, earning a laugh from Clarissa and a slight smile from Camilla. “Beautiful Crown Sheryl, it really screams 'Queen,' I love it.” Clarissa grins. “Thank you,” I tell her. My hands reaching for my crown to adjust it, “It belonged to my sister.” I tell her, my gaze turning to Camilla discreetly licking chocolate off the ginger biscuits. “Phoenix Alpha,”

Thus, she decided to visit the king. Upon opening the doors, the king lifted his gaze to see who the newcomer was. When he saw Emery walking towards his desk, he returned his attention to what he was writing as if he saw nothing at all. Emery did not speak a single word and simply walked around the king's court. Since she was not being banned, she did what she wanted to do. Her eyes scanned the shelves where scrolls after scrolls were piled up but no single speck of dust could be seen. Her eyes also wandered at the labels written on each division of the shelves as if looking for something. But since nothing of them caught her attention, she walked towards the king and stood just behind him.

In my life, Gracie was more like a shadow there, but never really present in my thoughts. But to her, I still existed. Still remembered and still mattered. I smiled at her and leaned closer to look at the drawing. Everyone else was drawn simply, stick arms, basic smiles. But me… I had a crown. A yellow crown sitting on my head. I frowned. “Hey… why am I the only one wearing a crown?” Gracie looked at me. “Because you’re famous,” she said quickly. “Famous people need crowns.” I sighed, almost laughing. “Really?”

Do you know what would happen if we happen to get our hands on both the book and The Crown? "The world would be in the hands of a Lunatic doctor," Diana responded in realisation. The entire world would be screwed if Gary got what he wanted. She had seen his mind and she knew how evil it was. He would turn the world into something of his command. His own living breathing zombies. "Exactly. So, where is the Crown?" She wanted to doubt the existence of the book which the world thought was destroyed centuries ago, but she could not deny the power she felt from that witch.

With gestures, not words. I sat on the bed slowly and unwrapped it. A new book. Thick, bound in leather, smelling expensive, old, and important at the same time. ‘The Silent Crown.’ I ran my thumb over the title and shook my head. He picked perfectly. Always perfect. His love may be feral, dark, filthy with hunger and violence—but his gifts? They were thoughtful. Personal. Intimate. I opened the book and started reading. Not because I cared about the story.