I, Regalis Gemmiferus, pulse with the brilliance of Cullinan II, a fragment of earth’s grandeur, yet shaped by the hands of empire. It beats within me, not as flesh and blood, but as stone and light, a testament to the vastness of the lands once claimed under my dominion. This heart, though not my own, defines me, for I am crafted to carry the weight of history, to dazzle and command, to represent the might of those who wore me. Yet, with each pulse, I feel the echoes of distant lands, the...