Regalia:

Regalia in Everwealth are not trinkets of vanity, nor mere trophies to dazzle the eye. They are burdens hammered into gold, ivory, and stone, worn so that all may remember who carries the weight of rule. Each circlet, scepter, and seal is a pact given form, crafted not for beauty alone but to embody the duties, scars, and oaths of the crown. They shine not because they are bright, but because they are polished with centuries of blood, sweat, and betrayal. The Ram's Horns, most famous of all, are less a crown than a pact bound in fire, a Dwarfish mourning gift turned human inheritance, heavy enough to bow the neck of kings. The Heartlocket is its opposite, delicate and intimate, a trinket meant to sit over a lover’s chest, yet it beats louder than war drums and steals affection until nothing is left but hollow strength. Other pieces of regalia, whether scepters, coronets, or seals, carry the same truth, they are chains of office disguised as finery, each forged to remind their bearer that power is not worn lightly. To steal such an object is not only treason but sacrilege, a crime that curses the thief and scars the nation. For regalia are not forgotten when their wearers die; they seem to remember, to linger, to whisper echoes of triumphs and failures into the ears of the next hand that dares lift them. Nobles polish them for ceremony, but soldiers see only their weight, and common folk mutter that to touch such things is to bind oneself to the dead. In Everwealth, regalia are revered not for their splendor, but for the unseen weight they place upon the living. They are not baubles of luxury. They are living contracts, beautiful, terrible, and binding.