Sienna lay awake, the moonlight spilling through the high, arched windows of her chambers, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The soft rustle of the night breeze swept through the curtains, carrying with it the faint scent of the garden below. But it was not the scent of flowers or the cool breeze that kept her eyes wide open. It was the heavy weight of the crown resting on her brow, a weight that seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment.
She closed her eyes, but the image of the crown was imprinted on her mind. It wasn’t just gold and jewels, it was power, and that power was suffocating her. She could feel it pressing down on her, every second. The delicate band of metal, cool to the touch, now seemed to scorch her skin. It was a crown of loss, of sacrifices made and bat
