The Fourth and Final Act of Majesty
Welcome to my throne, peasant. I, King Reginald IV, have taken the crown, and I shall rule with an iron fist and a heart of gold. Or, at the very least, I shall rule with a heart of mild annoyance and a fist full of pomp and circumstance.
My kingdom is a marvel of modern convenience, where every day is a holiday, and every night is a feast. My subjects are the envy of the world, living in a land of wonder and magic, where anything is possible, and everything is mine.
Or, if you will, it's just a bunch of stuff I own and a bunch of people who have to do what I say. Same difference.