The Viridescent Crown の小説・ストーリー

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

Us girls were introduced one by one as we entered the hall. This was the first time that the princess was present during an event. She had dark brown hair that flowed over her shoulders to her lower back and wore a gold and diamond dress. The most peculiar thing about her though was that her eyes were two different colours. Her left eye was a vivid shade of blue, while her left was dark brown. She did not look as outgoing as her brothers, but rather more reserved and shy.

The pack roars with laughter and many of the members begin to chant, "Let her sit, let her sit." Victor stands beside my throne and the head elder walks towards him holding my crown on a golden pillow. I gasp when he hands the crown to Victor. The crown is gold filigree with diamonds and emeralds on the tops of each point. Just over Victor's shoulder I can see the Blood Moon shining brightly in the sky. It is almost at its highest point in the night sky. Looking back at Victor I notice that he has already begun his speech. I cringe inwardly hoping that I have not missed anything important.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

Even the vampires, who bowed to no living thing, dipped their heads in acknowledgment. A crown was brought forth not the heavy gold circlet I had worn, not a symbol of dominion and divine right, but something entirely different. It was woven from moon-silver that seemed to glow with its own light and phoenix feathers that burned without consuming, a crown that represented unity rather than supremacy, service rather than rule, balance rather than power.

She didn't expect that the crown prince would be like a cute puppy, his eyes sparkling. "It's up to you if you trust me your highness, but friends should trust each other because that's what friendship is." The crown prince was really surprised when he saw her inside this greenhouse, he didn't expect that someone would discover and get interested in this room. This is his first time meeting someone that treats him equally as her, if someone will treat him like this he would probably head that person but the woman besides him? He thinks he can't do that, the way she treated him is like she knows that he's also a human that bears pains and should be treated right. He can't feel being disrespec

They said the Saint had awoken. Inside the grand temple, Elysia waited behind the doors. Her body still ached from the ceremony. The burn beneath her skin had quieted, but the gold in her veins refused to fade; it shimmered faintly through the thin linen of her sleeves. Attendants moved around her in silence, adjusting the folds of her robe. The fabric was white and impossibly soft, threaded with dust-fine strands of gold that caught each movement like flame. When they set the crystal circlet upon her head, the weight of it pressed against her temples like a crown of heat.