Hatred is a funny thing really. It is just like love. You cant create love nor can you create hate, you can only influence what is already there. Just everyone has love, everyone also has hatred... seething, wretched, beautiful hatred. And as long as everyone has that hatred, no matter how little it is, I need no crown to rule you.
There are only a few things wrong with this: The armor around his neck looks crooked at where it connects to his royal fabric. The way his hooves are drawn make it clear he's standing on an unstable slab of rock and not a level surface.