The Imperial Coronation

[kuerbis 3802]

Thea clapped and cheered, an excitedly bright smile upon her visage. She placed the missive on her desk before signing the Lorraine. "One God, one Empire, one EMPRESS!" she exclaimed.

[Hephaestus 1326]

Below the very surface of the water, underlining the moss and lily pads that once hung from trees of the bayou, now subject to a life of torment therein sat upon the murky waters of a marsh, an alligator circled the little island that served solitude and shelter to himself, Sleeping Hawk, son to the hot airs of Anthos. Recently, there’d come news to the ‘ame that a certain Emperor had perished in his old age; indeed, a symbol of dishonour that spawned a stigma upon the people of the Empire of Man.

Travellers appeared in his bayou, bearing little news but the coronation of Imperials, as that of Andrik Vydra, the only other coronation Sleeping Hawk recalled visiting, in its ornate glory, wherein lights hung from above, flashing spotlight to the Imperial men and women that indulged in the great sin of gluttony, the Hawk having, instead, remained blissfully ignorant as to this factoid, for he were his own judge.

 

”When one is born, they cry and the world rejoices. I do hope this Emperor of Vydra’s spawn lived his life that, when he died, the world cried and he rejoiced.”

[Viggen92 326]

The Grandmaster prepared to attend the coronation to provide protection for the High Pontiff.