Conditional Reality

When the queen died they discovered I was next in line for the throne. No one was more surprised than me. The first thing I did as king was toss my crown to a beggar in front of the palace. Then I abolished the monarchy, which turned out to be somewhat foolish, since it left the fate of the royal treasury up in the air. Lawyers got into it. Riots ensued. General chaos reigned. The beggar pawned the crown and lived well for half a year. Everyone else hated my guts. Don't blame me, I told them, freedom ain't pretty.