Empress? Me? Nah. Not unless I get a spaceship to go with the title or maybe a dragon. But not a corgi.
Heavy weighs the crown and all that. I’d want to serve everyone more than cake; banquets and midnight feasts for all, which isn’t feasible, so then I’d be sad (in a non-Trump way, I hasten to add).
There is, however, a Stone Roses song that comes to mind.
Ah, behave yourself, Anders. I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints. You’re more worthy of the crown than I.