His majesty sits upon the grand throne, an awe-inspiring figure who emanates a regal dignity that captivates all who dare to meet his gaze. There, he commands the room not just with his presence but with an aura so striking that it feels as though he has undergone a profound metamorphosis, transforming from the simple man I witnessed earlier, casually savoring pancakes in the dining hall, into a sovereign of great import and authority. The stark contrast between those two moments is bewildering, as if the weight of the crown had not only settled upon his head but had also altered the very fabric of his being. The majestic atmosphere enveloping him is palpable; it wraps around the chamber like a velvet cloak, thick with reverence and anticipation, and I find myself acutely aware of the grav
