Love Or Crown

Love Or Crown

Vivah_Writes

5.0
Comment(s)
1
View
13
Chapters

When two kingdoms collide, a choice must be made between love and duty. But what happens when the heart chooses what the crown forbids.

Love Or Crown Chapter 1 PROLOGUE

The blaze of the sun wrung pops of sweat from Emperor Morpheus brow, yet he cupped his hands around the bowl of hot liquid potion given to him by the kingdom physician; Sabrina. He could not shake the premonition. It clang to his back like chill wet leaves. His days were numbered. Age was no longer on his side and he will soon be giving up the throne of Estoria to the Silans.

The Kasanje and Silla Kingdom has always been at war for the throne of Estoria, using all sort of magic to achieve their aim. Lives were lost at the expense of this in both kingdoms. Hence a peace treaty was finally enacted and the submission of their magic to ensure peace between both kingdoms. To rule on the throne of Estoria, both kingdoms will take turns. He was the first Emperor after the treaty, and has ruled both kingdoms for fifty seven years.

As the painstaking ritual came to an end, Emperor Morpheus sighs deeply and looks up at Sabrina. "We're only delaying the inevitable. My time has come". He says with a gruff voice.

"I bet the Silans are rejoicing over your ailment". She replies between gritted teeth.

"They've waited so long to have the throne of Estoria to themselves". He tells, and coughs lightly.

"But you can never know what they will do once they ascend the throne". She says spitefully.

"They won't do anything that would bring war between the two kingdoms". He says reassuringly.

"How can you be so sure your highness, especially when they know the whereabouts of the sword". She cuts in.

He looks at her quickly. "The sword of Enchancia?"

Sabrina nods."The rumors are true your highness".

"Send for my son". He says quickly, and coughs in between.

King Markevius walks into his father's chambers, and greets him immediately. "You sent for me Father".

No answer.

"Is something wrong?" He asked with concern. His father has not replied to his greeting or said a word to him since he entered his chambers.

No answer.

"Father?" He calls out, raising his voice this time.

The Emperor still appeared not to hear, absorbed in his thoughts. What Sabrina had told him earlier, worried him. After a moment he looks up at his son, and sends a questioning look at him. Had he said something?

"My time is near". He finally murmurs.

At the door, his son stood and stared at his father with worry in his eyes. "My heart has a wish, Father: that you would not go". He says softly.

"I need you to make me a promise". The Emperor continues slowly.

"Anything you want Father". He replies and moves closer to meet his father.

"Don't let the Silans ascend the throne of Estoria". He says shortly.

"How do you mean father? It's their turn to ascend the throne". He asked, confused.

"They know where the sword is. You need to be a step ahead of them to protect the Kasanje kingdom".

"How am I supposed to go about this father?" He asked exasperated. This was more like an impossible task his father was asking of him.

"Do whatever it takes. Even if means getting your hands soaked in blood". He says coldly, looking his son deep in the eyes.

Barely a week later, Emperor Morpheus takes a bow.

King Markevius sits sad at his throne as he replays his last conversation with his father in his mind.

"King Mackintosh and his royal entourage are here to pay their respects". His wife interrupts his thoughts.

"More like to claim the throne of Estoria". He replies spitefully.

"Well, if that be the case, it's actually their right to claim". She says.

King Markevius looks at his wife sharply, anger clearly written on his face. "Not if I have something to do about it". He says and gets up from his seat abruptly.

"Do not start a war, it won't end well for both kingdoms". She pleads.

"I won't let go of the Estoria throne. I promised my father, and I will keep to it". He says with a smirk on his face. "Follow me, let's go welcome the Silans". He heads for the door and his wife follows behind him, with worry on her face.

"Our condolences on the emperor's demise". King Mackintosh Of the Silla Kingdom says once he had exchanged greetings with King Markevius.

"Thank you".

"We the Silans would like to contribute towards the preparation of his funeral". King Mackintosh offers.

"Talking about funeral already?" King Markevius replies with a scowl on his face.

"Only when he is buried can we have a new emperor". King Mackintosh continued.

"I can see you can't wait to be emperor?" King Markevius sends a devilish smirk at him.

"We can't leave the realm ungoverned for too long, the quicker the funeral preparations the better". King Mackintosh replies.

"Don't worry King Mackintosh, the burial will be done in a fortnight, and then you can start plans on your coronation".

"Not me. My son". King Mackintosh reveals, and taps his son who sat beside him lightly on the back.

King Markevius stares at him with shock.

"Prince Elian will be the next emperor". He confirms.

Prince Elian smiles subtly where he sat.

"As the Silans wish". King Markevius says after some time. "You have waited for years for this, we won't let you wait any longer".

King Mackintosh smiles and lifts up his goblet of wine towards King Markevius. "May peace continue to reign between both kingdoms".

King Markevius lifts his own goblet, "May the peace treaty continue to rule".

They cheer, and laugh out loud.

Continue Reading

You'll also like

The Billionaire's Secret Twins: Her Revenge

The Billionaire's Secret Twins: Her Revenge

Shearwater
4.5

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."

The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

Luo Ye
5.0

For two years, I was the invisible force behind tech billionaire Kieran Douglas, convinced that our "private" romance was his way of protecting us from the tabloid spotlight. I managed his mergers, warmed his bed, and waited for a future that didn't exist. The illusion shattered at 6:00 AM when a Page Six alert debuted Kieran’s "real" romance with socialite Aspen Schneider. Before I could even process the betrayal, Kieran sent me a cold, professional text: "Order flowers for Aspen. Pink peonies. Her favorite." When I tried to walk away, my own mother called me a disgrace and threatened to lock my inheritance forever unless I married a sixty-year-old businessman to save her failing estate. At a high-society gala that same night, Aspen intentionally crushed my burned hand in front of the cameras, while Kieran stood by and dismissed me as a "mediocre assistant" who had overstayed her welcome. I stood in the cold New York rain, drenched in champagne and humiliation, realizing that every sacrifice I made for Kieran was a joke. I was a ghost in a penthouse that was never mine, discarded the moment his "soulmate" returned. To the world, I was just a placeholder whose time had run out. But Kieran forgot one thing: my father’s multi-million dollar trust fund unlocks the moment I legally marry. I didn't need love; I needed a signature and a shield. I walked into a discreet law firm and signed a marriage contract with a man I believed was the city’s most notorious, scandal-ridden playboy. I thought I was marrying a degenerate "beard" to buy my freedom and secure my revenge. I didn't realize the man who signed that paper wasn't a playboy at all, but Gaston Collins—the most powerful and dangerous man on Wall Street—and he had no intention of letting our fake marriage stay fake.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book