Weight Of A Crown [ Ongoing ]

Weight Of A Crown [ Ongoing ]

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 17, 2025
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Romance
The castle is burning, and the mountains are crumbling. The sky weeps as the motherless child is thrown the river. The war is lost, the throne is cold because its king is dead. The crown is on the floor, its Excelsior diamond missing. The kid has grown and has come for its crown and the ground shakes below the enemies. [new chapters every week]
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"A crown may bind me, a kingdom may command me, but my heart will choose its own path." I never asked to be a queen at seventeen. Crowned and displayed, I am promised to a men whose love is dictated by duty, not desire. My mother's chosen princes-Dorian of the Valdorian Empire, Alaric of Titanhelm-are everything a queen should want: strong, intelligent, perfect for the kingdom. Yet my heart stirs for none of them. Then there is him-the one my parents would never expect. Not the politest, not the wealthiest, not the most politically advantageous-but he awakens something no crown, no court, no duty could ever measure: courage, kindness, a spark that reaches past gilded walls and touches my very soul. I stand at a crossroads, torn between the unyielding loyalty I owe to my kingdom and the fragile, daring freedom to follow my own heart. Every choice feels like a blade pressing against my skin-one path paved with duty, expectation, and the suffocating weight of tradition; the other lined with uncertainty, scandal, and a love that could be called treason. The crown rests heavy on my brow, its golden weight a constant reminder that my life is never entirely my own. And yet... even beneath the chains of obligation, even surrounded by polished halls and whispered expectations, I feel the stirring of something dangerous and beautiful. Perhaps a queen can bend to duty, yet still claim her own happiness... if she is brave enough to dare it.

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