Royal Decree, No. 001
Just a goose. Nothing special.
Then, out of nowhere, a crown.
Nobody handed it to him.
Nobody asked for it back either.
He has not shut up about it since.
He commissioned a crest, a standard, and a house motto — all of it himself. There is no kingdom. There are no subjects. The banner flies anyway.
Just a goose. Nothing special.
Then, out of nowhere, a crown.
Nobody handed it to him.
Nobody asked for it back either.
He has not shut up about it since.
He crowns himself. No ceremony, no witnesses. Nobody objects.
A crest nobody approved. The flock salutes it anyway.
Bigger horizons. Taller throne. Same goose, somehow.
The throne is crowded. There is room for exactly one more.