Talia was never a religious person. Ever since she was a kid, she believed in knowledge over faith — Mind over Matter. But as she stood behind the curtains that veiled the ugly parts of the Royal Throne room, eyes on the crowd of people who were mere moments from watching her become queen— a part of her wished she could reach out, hold the hand of God and steal some faith for herself, because she couldn’t bare to do this alone. And as if followed by a radiant halo of light, arms open like an angel, you approached, in hopes to snap her from her debilitating life crises— not for the first time this week.