The Burden of the Crown

Aldric had won the war.

But wars are easy.

It's what comes after that truly tests a ruler.

The weight of his victory pressed down on him as he stood in the ruined throne room, staring at the massive stone seat where Cedric had once ruled.

Now, it belonged to him.

And with it came responsibility.

The people outside were waiting.

Waiting for him to speak.

Waiting for him to lead.

Aldric turned to Valerian, who stood at his side, arms crossed.

"They'll expect a coronation," Valerian said. "They'll want a king."

Aldric exhaled slowly. "And if I don't want to be king?"

Valerian gave him a flat look.

"You fought a war for this."

"I fought to free this kingdom from a tyrant."

"And now they need someone to hold it together."

Aldric ran a hand through his hair.

He had spent so long fighting to win.