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The diadem they place upon her head at the crux of her coronation is a delicate little thing, but an antique dating back only Twili historians know how long; the few spriglike rods it’s made up of descend over her temple and end at the bridge of her nose. The jewel of her family House Eventide—the ruby that signified her lord father and lady mother before her, and her paternal grandparents before them, and so on and so forth—is encased in the twisting boughs of metal, a glittering diamond upon her forehead.
It weighs no more than a few ounces, at most, gemstone and all; and yet it is as though the Head Sage has placed the weight of the realm itself upon her crown, not just a silly piece of jewelry signifying her rule. Standing from her kneel is markedly difficult, and suddenly she feels nervous as she looks out across the sea of faces. They are her subjects, now: most, future victims to her ignorance and arrogance; one, who will soon become her worst enemy; and some, friends who are nearly family, who will perhaps suffer most of all because of her foolishness.
But the sixteen-year-old doesn’t know any of this, not then, and so she remains blissfully unaware of the destiny weighted upon her shoulders. She turns back to the Sages who are gathered upon the ceremonial dais with her, the ones who have inducted her as the realm’s ruler in this holy ceremony, and bows low.
When she rises, she is reborn.
“Welcome your new Twilight Princess!”