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The Shattered Crown
By: El inocente Ongoing
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When King Alden is murdered on his own throne, the royal court fractures overnight. Prince Elias inherits not just a crown, but a nest of enemies: his uncle Alaric moving soldiers in the shadows, nobles who trade loyalty for coin, and spies who turn every whisper into a weapon. Elias is young, untested, and torn between justice and survival. To protect the realm, he must learn faster than his enemies expect—burning illegal armories, unmasking traitors inside the council, and wielding deception as keenly as steel. But every victory costs him: friends, innocence, even mercy. “Trust no shadow,” his father warned—and in this game, even his closest adviser carries secrets that could shatter him. If Elias cannot master the game of knives played around his table, the city will bleed, the throne will fall, and the crown will be shattered forever.
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Chapter 1– Blood on the Throne
The torches in the grand hall sputtered, shadows stretching across the crimson-stained marble. Prince Elias could still hear his father’s ragged breath echoing in his ears. One moment King Alden was seated proudly upon the obsidian throne; the next, a blade slipped between his ribs.
The court had erupted into chaos. Nobles shrieked, soldiers clashed steel against steel, and amidst the noise Elias stood frozen, the taste of copper thick in his mouth. He had rushed to his father’s side, but the king’s eyes had already turned glassy, his crown slipping from his brow and clattering onto the blood-slick floor.
Elias pressed his hand against the wound, desperate, but the warmth drained away too quickly. “Father…” His whisper drowned in the shouts around him.
Then he saw it. The dagger. Still wet, still warm, lying discarded where the assassin had been struck down by guards. Elias’s chest tightened as his gaze traced the blade’s hilt — carved with the crest of the High Council.
His council.
His stomach dropped. Someone within the king’s most trusted circle had orchestrated this.
Before Elias could demand answers, Alaric, the king’s most silver-tongued advisor, stepped forward. His black cloak billowed as though he had expected this very moment.
“Lords and ladies!” Alaric cried, his voice slicing through the panic. “The king is fallen — and only chaos awaits if Prince Elias does not take his rightful place.”
Dozens of eyes turned on Elias. Some wide with pity, others sharp with suspicion.
He clenched his fists. His father’s body still lay at his knees, the crown gleaming in blood at his feet. He wanted to scream, to weep, to drag the truth from every liar in the hall. But he swallowed the storm within him, forcing his voice steady.
“I will not let this realm fracture,” Elias said. “But my father’s killer sits among us. Until I find who betrayed him, none of us are safe.”
The nobles exchanged glances. Already whispers spread like fire through dry grass.
A guard stepped forward, kneeling. “Your Highness, we caught one assassin alive.”
Elias’s pulse spiked. Finally, a chance for answers. “Bring him.”
Two soldiers dragged in a hooded man, bloodied but smirking despite the bruises. The assassin spat onto the floor, crimson staining marble.
“Who sent you?” Elias demanded.
The man chuckled, his teeth cracked and broken. “Does it matter, boy? The throne is already shattered. Soon, you’ll be nothing but another corpse at its feet.”
Elias’s vision swam with rage. He wanted to end the man then and there — but his father’s voice echoed in his memory: A king who rules by rage alone is no king at all.
He tightened his grip on his sword hilt, torn between mercy and fury. The hall waited, watching, testing.
At last, he gave the order: “Chain him. I’ll have his confession before dawn.”
The assassin sneered. “Ask all you want, little prince. The blood on this throne will never wash away.”
And then he laughed. Loud, manic, echoing in the vaulted hall until it curdled into silence.
Elias’s skin prickled. That laugh… it wasn’t just madness. It was confidence.
The guards hauled the prisoner out, and nobles began filing from the hall, whispering behind their sleeves. Alaric lingered at the edge of the throne steps, his eyes unreadable.
“You did well,” Alaric murmured smoothly. “Showing strength when others expected weakness.”
Elias turned sharply. “Do not mistake restraint for weakness. Whoever did this will answer.”
Alaric inclined his head, lips curling into a shadow of a smile. “Of course. But remember — the crown is not won by vengeance, but by survival. And survival demands… choices.”
The words slithered into Elias’s chest, heavy with implication.
When the hall finally emptied, Elias stood alone with his father’s body. He lifted the crown from the bloodied floor, staring at the way it glinted in the dying torchlight. The weight felt wrong in his hands — heavier than steel, colder than stone.
And then he noticed something.
Carved along the inner rim of the dagger, so small he almost missed it, were words etched in haste: “By your council’s hand.”
His blood ran cold.
The betrayal was deeper than he feared. His father’s death had not been an attack from outside the palace walls. It was born within them.
Elias raised his eyes to the darkened hall, whispering into the silence.
“I will find you.”
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Last Updated : 2025-11-01The Shattered Crown Chapter 78 – Mara’s Triumph
The dawn came without light. Only a pale, wounded sky over Wynthorpe’s smoldering bones.Mara stood at the ramparts, her crimson cloak snapping in the ash wind. Behind her, the royal banners fluttered half-burnt but victorious. Below, the gates of the fortress lay open blackened by pitch, flanked by heaps of bodies that had once been Alaric’s defenders.They had taken the stronghold.At last.Yet there was no cheer in the morning air. Only the dull hum of exhaustion, and the sound of crows circling above.Elias watched from the courtyard, surrounded by the broken remains of his army. His armor hung loose, smeared with soot. His sword still bore yesterday’s rust-colored stains.When Mara descended the cracked stone steps toward him, soldiers bowed in reverence. They didn’t look at the king they looked at her.“Wynthorpe is ours,” Mara said, her voice steady. “The rebels who lived have fled east. The rest…” She hesitated only briefly. “The rest paid for their loyalty.”Elias didn’t resp
Last Updated : 2025-10-31The Shattered Crown Chapter 77 – Arrows and Ashes
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Last Updated : 2025-10-30The Shattered Crown Chapter 76 – The First Siege
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Last Updated : 2025-10-29The Shattered Crown Chapter 75 – March into Storms
The rain came before dawn not a drizzle, but a deluge that swallowed the camp whole.By sunrise, the banners were soaked, the earth turned to mud, and the army’s departure had become a test of endurance rather than a march of triumph.Elias stood beneath the awning of his tent, cloak dripping, eyes fixed on the gray horizon. The world was mist and thunder, the kind that drowned sound and blurred distance. Every strike of lightning seemed to flash against his armor, turning him into a silhouette a king of ghosts.Seren appeared beside him, his hood drawn low. “The omens couldn’t be clearer,” he said. “Storms before battle. The gods rarely whisper more plainly.”Elias didn’t turn. “Then perhaps they should whisper victory while they’re at it.”“Careful,” Seren murmured. “Mocking fate has a way of making it listen.”Elias gave a hollow laugh and stepped into the rain. “It already is.”The march began with the groan of wet wheels and the rhythmic thud of boots in the mire. The columns str
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