"You have everything," with another soft laugh. Then he looks in the mirror, and summarily freezes.

He's vaguely aware that he spent a considerable amount of time looking at himself as Damien, but that memory has been well buried under a considerable number of other, more pressing memories, and he barely remembers what he saw there. It feels entirely different to see himself now. He hadn't realized how pale he is, or how untamed his hair, and his features look ill-married to his critical eyes, his mouth too thin and his cheeks too hollow and the line of his jaw too severe. But the flowers do look pretty in his hair all the same, and he reaches up to touch the crown carefully.