To hold the crown is power. And to wear it is authority. The shining rays glisten upon its lustrous surface. When looked upon, it seems fragile, weak even. Yet knowing that this fragile thing brought kingdoms together and razed mountains; the thought scares any man or woman. Such pride and fear I feel, taking step after step towards the altar, ready to clasp the weight of the world between my hands. Placing the crown on my head power carved through me as a river to a rock, forcing open my mind and releasing what has formed me.
My guilt.
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