The crown weighed heavy on his head, but it didn't matter; the wait has ended.
thirty types of jewels gleaming back at him as he took the crown in his arms. They welcomed his ascension.
He then held the scepter up.
funny how something so small and simple could empower him to rule a kingdom.
Looking down at the common people going about their everyday business, while he watches from his royal balcony, with their lives in the palm of his hand. He could single one person out and he'd be gone without a trace.
with such power surging through his fingertips, he felt like a God waiting to be worshiped. People would fall on their knees and sing praises to him.
It wasn't all jolly though. Damien, his only brother, didn't live to witness that special day.
"I'm so sorry I can't share this moment with you.. if only you would give me the throne the first time I'd asked for it.."
He composed himself and walked out of the palace to receive the audience.
The reign of terror has just begun.
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