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The Cursed Blue Rose

A king dies. The crown does not.

Whoever lawfully lifts the Auroral Staff wields the gathered faith of a people.
Harmonalia is the magic of institutions — the radiant schema of the Ancient Deity, Elder of light, harmony, and faith. It is the rarest kind of power: power that belongs to no one. A faithful people pour their devotion into a sacred material focus — a crystal throne, a hallowed regalia — and authority over that gathered thymara passes not to a person, but to whoever lawfully holds the token of office.
The shining example is Iridalia, whose strength answers to the bearer of the Iridescent Throne and the Auroral Staff. Whoever sits the throne and lifts the staff is the sovereign, for as long as they hold them — no more, and no less.
"Crowns outlast the heads that wear them. That is the whole genius of a crown."

Devotion pours not into a person, but into the throne itself.