She sits on her throne without knowing why she's there. What has she done to deserve such riches? How was she chosen for this exalted position? She has never been treated so royally. Like a treasure, like a goddess. Eyes wide, bewildered, enchanted. Overwhelmed. She starts to cry, but it's a good thing. Her tears drip with supreme joy. She never wants to leave, and really, who would? Eyes wet, she raises her face to the sky and whispers, with all her heart, Thank you. Thank you for all these things I'm not sure I deserve. Thank you so much.
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