The crown. It belonged to him. He would do anything for it. The world needed him. He could be the hero who saved humanity from itself, the course corrector, the re-writer of history. His name would be in song books for a million years. Mothers would sing their children to sleep with tales of his reign. The king who killed the oppressors. No one else had suffered as he had suffered, and therefore no one could reign as he could reign. craigscunningham.com