And the young King plucked a spray of wild briar that was climbing over the balcony, and bent it, and made a circlet of it, and set it on his own head.
Ambition was her ruling passion, and she longed to feel the golden circlet of royalty on her brows, even before it could lawfully become hers by the death of her father.
But since St. Edward was a saint, his crown was considered a holy relic, and therefore had to stay in Westminster Abbey—so the newly coronated monarch would change into some other circlet for the rest of the proceedings.