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Claimed By The Forbidden Crown

Chapter 5 The Face I Wore Before This One

Word Count: 2613    |    Released on: 18/10/2026

d stopped

s over. Students who had thrown themselves against walls or dropped to the ground were straightening now, brushing dust from their unifor

yard with Lucien's hand around mine and a

ar

oom I had grown up in. Eighteen years of memories and none of them contained that name, yet something in the place where I kept things I knew without learni

fingers aga

ettled. The way something feels when it ha

art that frigh

o break. I looked at him and thought about five disappearances and a name I wasn't supposed to have and a book that

Elara?"

possible answers and not enough certainty about which one would do the least damage. I had learned to read the diff

cie

rst queen of Ve

ey made sense in relation to the name coming up through the cracked stone of the academy courtyard

r," he continued. "She wa

e name out loud felt like doing something I hadn't decided to do yet. "That ca

es

s down there k

es

called m

which was its o

ee and was unhappy about it. He looked at the cracked paving, then at me, then at Lucien, and made th

, the council

Lucien

. "They've asked that

is secure." He looked at the man with the patient authority of someone who had never needed

use there was a question sitting at the front of my mind that I had been circl

he records

reco

t of the historical documents containing the mark's symbol had been de

a sign that he had decided honesty was less dangerous than continued silence, or a sign that he understood

already in

it as optional in the presence of an unresolved question. He was surrounded by open volumes and loose pages and had the look of

ent to my throat first, then to Lucien,

courtyard

was holding. "They heard the

ecause this felt like the kind of conversation

ge away because I intended to ask about it later. Then Adrian turned one of the o

ll, detailed, and ab

ght downward tilt at the outer corners that I had spent years being self-conscious about in formal settings. She had the line of my jaw and the set of my mouth a

time than about the weight of whatever she had been carrying. She wore a crown that looked exact

ora. Founder. Five

ck at me from the

I said, because som

who had passed through impossible several hou

heard my own voice doing the thing it did when I was frightened and refusing to be, the slight over-precision that came in when emotion was pushing at the edges. "You can

o accept it immediately

re you askin

xt beside th

emic hand that had been used before the written language standardized,

ecord ends here. All subsequent documentation was removed by royal decree, author unknown, date unknown. What remains is this: she did not die

il

ritten in the margin, fr

ed up

on of a man who had hoped the text wou

appeared

es

e other marked g

es

"The crown sealed itself after she vanished an

rre

have he

u d

ness of someone who has decided that the less he moves, the less likely he is to make things w

always said when the truth was yes and h

y name like that? When

answering was the clearest ans

ghts w

t arrived in this academy without warning and with the specific intent of making things worse. I

is time it was inside my he

d you would

dy for a very long time and was beginning to understand it couldn't hold any longer. I knew the voice, which made no sens

ded lik

g grief I hadn't earned. But underneath the differences the way a

or to whatever part of me was trying to reco

cien moved

topped immediately, and I was grateful because something was happening inside the mark, not pain, somet

isappeared and I w

aring a crown I recognized, and she was looking at Lucien - a younger version, softer around the edges, not yet w

ething you have already decided to lose, memorizing it, becau

as c

n watching it happen didn't make it easier. His face looked wrong with grief on it, lik

t do this,

someone who has moved past the point where feeling

u go w

nd he turned into it automatically, the way you turn toward warmth

ve found an

. And while you were trying, everything we built would have come ap

The word cam

get

like a child being asked to acc

ough to show what the calm was costing her. "Every time you look for me, you find me. And every t

ision

beside me before I finished arriving, one arm around my shoulders, his other hand hovering near m

im help

iable yet and the vision had left me with the specific emotional aftermath of watchin

aid every time you look for her, you find her. And eve

m tightened

ression on it was the most honest thing I had seen on him yet - not stripped of control, but control and grief

swer, the library

ing began spreading across the wood of the doors in pale silver light, character by character,

ce went through several expressions in quick succession, the scholarly concentration, then

said. "What

he had been hoping the inscription w

en, because the inscription was still going:

hed forming at the

because I needed

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“THE CROWN MARKED ME FOR DEATH. THE PRINCE CLAIMED ME AS HIS OWN. AND NEITHER OF US REMEMBERS WHY HE HAS KILLED ME BEFORE. The night I touched the Forbidden Crown, it branded my throat with a royal mark. By dawn, Prince Lucien Draven, the kingdom's feared heir who was supposed to be dead, had returned from exile. In front of the entire royal court, he looked me in the eyes and declared five words that destroyed my life. "She belongs to the Crown." Suddenly, I was no longer the scholarship girl everyone could humiliate. I was the girl every prince wanted to possess, every noble wanted silenced, and every royal guard had orders to keep alive. Including Lucien. Especially Lucien. The cold-hearted prince insists I must stay close to him if I want to survive. He refuses to explain why my mark burns whenever he touches me, why he looks at me like a ghost he has spent centuries mourning, or why an ancient voice calls me Queen Elara in my dreams. Then I discover the truth about the girls who carried my mark before me. Not one survived. And the closer I get to Lucien, the more my memories begin to disappear. He says he will protect me. But what if he is the reason I keep dying? Five hundred years ago, a queen sacrificed herself to imprison a catastrophe inside a crown. History remembers her as a monster. The kingdom fears her return. And the crown? It has been waiting for me. Now I must uncover the truth about the prince who claims me, the queen whose face I wear, and the forbidden love that has ended in blood in every life before this one. Because the crown does not mark the women it loves. IT MARKS THE ONES IT MUST DESTROY.”