That kind of power isn't any different than being able to light a fire or use a sword, if you know how and have the right skills. It's the same as calling yourself a king or queen, as you said. You have to do it right, or you are just a Pretender.

[And Kelson had enough of Pretenders. His father held the peace for twenty five years. Kelson was crowned and it set off 2 invasions from neighboring kingdoms, 2 civil wars, 1 religious insurrection and then his cousin tried to seize the crown. All in the last four years. No more Pretenders, kings, queens or 'gods'. Kelson had had it.

Honor was a dangerous thing. It saddened him that it took the death of an innocent girl for him to figure that out. If he had simply marched into Meara like his father and grandfather and great grandfather had done and simply killed the Mearan Pretenders, Sidana like Robb and so many others, might still be alive. But he wanted another way. He wanted people to live.]

Thirty seconds. Maybe a minute.

[He could remember it vividly, his hands tied to hers, their eyes closed in prayer as vows were recited. Sidana tensing and then blood spilling out her neck and then chaos. Kelson was never getting married in that church again. He would always see her body and himself, the bloody altar.]

How long were you married?