Sneak peek for an upcoming thing because I'm pretty proud of it!! :DD
The crown is an enigma.
It is a precious little thing, bordered in the most masterfully crafted of overarching golds and embedded by the most stunningly radiant of dazzling jewels. It is as subtle as it is prominent, both in that which is palpable and intangible; its meaning increasingly prevalent in the promising seeds blooming into the unfurling lilies of the fleurs-de-lis, in the jagged rocks smoothed out into the refined diamonds of the spherical ball, and in the raw gem polished into the lustrous pearl sitting atop the tall cross. It is the mark of power, of absolute rule, of monarchy lining the heads of nations with the soft silks of a cushioned band. It is a clear display of one’s status, a posh exhibit of one’s riches, and a permanent reminder of one’s place above all else. It is beautiful, and it is regal, and it is enviable beyond all.
To Techno, however, it is a binding prison. It is nothing more than the shackles that hug his wrists tauntingly so, than the chains that clink mockingly as he pulls against them. Even the purest of golds corrode, even the prettiest of jewels degrade, even the most precious of things become useless dust when subject to the test of time. Flowers wilt just like his hopes, diamonds crack just like his resolve, pearls erode just like his passion. Beneath the glimmer of riches there is a poignant and hollow emptiness, and beneath the shine of royalty there is a somber and tragic tale.