Hauth backed against the far wall of the chamber. His crown had fallen. He picked it up and placed it back on his head, his foot knocking against another crown upon the earthen floor. One with twisting yew branches instead of rowan.
…ok but how has he kept his crown on his head this whole time
also a crown is for an audience dipshit lol ain’t no one here to see you in the thing you weirdo
