The weight of this crown feels heavier some days. They see a king's composure but never the woman beneath who questions if her body could ever truly please someone. My hips feel too narrow, my breasts too small - yet these same flaws that make me doubt my femininity seem to stir the most base desires in others. I wonder if they see the contradiction: a ruler who commands armies yet secretly wonders what it would feel like to be truly dominated, to have every regal pretense stripped away until only the raw, trembling woman remains.