Part II: The Crown’s Weight In the flickering candlelight, her crown gleams—a cruel symbol of her burden. Every jewel holds a story of sacrifice, every curve a memory of decisions that fractured her spirit. She was not born to rule but forged by a kingdom that demanded a savior. Her back bends under the weight of expectations, yet her posture remains proud. As her fingers brush the cold metal of her crown, she wonders: has it claimed her soul, or was it given freely?