World After Worlds: Crown of the King The Beginning

"That's the new king of Vortrion?"

"A woman? They might be tricking us."

Walking in the grandiose hallway with her consorts behind her as her support. With the eyes of her officials and envoys from her kingdom and all over the world. She sauntered graciously, making no mistake to allow those scornful eyes to criticize her.


"Be careful of your words, there are rumors that she is not a simple woman."

"She sure is! How could she be simple if every prince in Vortrion is part of her harem!"

"This must be a joke, the king of Vortrion is a woman? This kingdom would fall."

"Why aren't the princes doing anything to subjugate her?"

"She must have used her body and beauty to have the crown, just look at her. An angelic face and devilish body, who knows what tricks she does on the bed to please those men."

"She's a puppet, they are using her as a decoy."

"Caius," she mumbled, "Pierce," Pierce who was keeping his eyes on her and ears to the envoys focused his attention on her.

"Your majesty?" They both said in unison. She stopped waving her hand to the crowd and blanking her smile.

"Khaleel,"

"Your majesty,"

"Apollo,"

"Yes, my king?" The four were waiting for her to talk. She didn't look at them and observed the crowd. They seemed delighted that it snowed on her coronation.

"Stand beside me." She turned to them and smiled charmingly, "I feel cold." Caius immediately walked to her side and placed his cape over her shoulders.

She was already wearing her fur coat but because of her flushing cheeks, he assumed that it was not enough.

"Your majesty, you can rest your hands." Pierce told her while holding the pillow where she could put the scepter and the orb.

Four princes under her thumb, her lovers, her consort, her wives, her companion, and her allies. These envoys believed that one of these four princes should be the one who should receive the crown. Not her.

They became her people, the most powerful people she could have on her side. She obtained Vortrion, a small achievement. She became the King- first task, completed. For her next move…

"Presumptuous, look at how they behave in such a glorified event."

"Flirting in front of the commoners and nobilities. How disgraceful."

"A woman should never be crowned as a king."

"Such insolence. The Vortrion kingdom would not last in her reign, it would come to ruins."

"The princes must perform their duty as the ruler of the land, one of them should be crowned as the king. How could they allow a woman to stand as the supremacy?"

"This crown, it's too lightweight," she murmured, only the four of them could hear. Pierce studied her intently, what was she about to do now? He thought but he couldn't read her. "These people, they were fewer than I thought."

"Your majesty, what do you mean?" Pierce asked while his forehead was wrinkled. At that exact moment, the speakers were turned on, the magic where it could help her voice be heard by each of the people that were in attendance.

"This kingdom is too small," she muttered with an alluring smile and everyone became quiet, anticipating their new king- a woman would speak her first speech or first decree. "These people are thinking too highly of themselves, I shall show them who they are dealing with..." She murmured direly but full of resolute and dominance.

"I want the world in my palm," she mumbled, "I want everyone to kneel under my feet." Within a blink, she was surrounded by an ominous cloud that set off heavy air. People in her vicinity couldn't help but force themselves to stand although their knees were staggering to kneel. "Vortrion is the beginning of my reign."

It's a war. That's what she wants, it's clear and visible in her eyes. "Inform the kingdoms all over the world that they have two options. Surrender or fight, either way," she showed her sweetest smile… a poisonous beauty, and shifted her eyes to the direction of the envoys. "It's my game to win."