NationStates Jolt Archive

The Royal Hall was filled with the three hundred nobles of the county, clad in their blue robes. Each wore their solid gold circular crowns, exposing the tops of their heads. Fifty priests of Catholicism, the religion of the monarch-to-be, stood ready to bless the coronation. As per tradition, there was one priest each of many other religions. A chorus of five hundred stood ready. Flags of the nation hung around the hall.

The heralds trumpeted, and the soon-to-be-king, Eric Mov VI, walked in, wearing the pure white robe, and holding the symbols of next-in-line in his hands. The crowd standing just outside the hall cheered, and rushed in, but were barred by Officers of the Crown holding ceremonial pikes.

The chorus began to sing the national anthem, a glorious song sung in latin, conveying absolute grandeur and power. It filled every soul in the hall with love and power. The youngest king, twenty-two, in the history of the nation was about to be crowned.

Eric VI proceded down the giant blue carpet, ceremonailly and methodically. To either side of him was the next in line, his younger sister, Princess Sophia Mov III, and the Duke of Zanav, his uncle, he walked down.

Up the twenty-two circular stairs at the end he walked. Sitting on the throne was the Archbishop of Movaga. His father, King Victor II, had died recently. He had maried late.

The Duke and Princess stayed on the twenty-first step. Eric VI walked up onto the twenty-second step, the platform, and the Archbishop stood up. The Archbishop lifted the crown, with it's single blue gem in the middle.

"Sovereign, King Eric Mov VI, of the grace of God, of the Kingdom of the family Mov, landed Aga, Head of the Realm, Defender of Liberty, I crown you."

He turned the crown around, and place it on the head of Eric VI, the the climax of all the proceedings: the music, the standing of the nobles, everything. He was then handed the scepter of the office, and the ring. He then took the symbols of the next-in-line, and crowned his sister.

He then sat upon the lush throne. All cheered, and the clergy of all the religions blessed the King and his reign.

The King began to speak. "Subjects of the family Mov, I greet you as Sovereign. My father denied you many of your liberties, I intend to grant you these. Liberty shall truly from the crown. Your civil rights shall be enhanced and restored. This is truly a great day for the Realm Ava."

The chorus began to sing again, and the heralds trumpeted the departure of the nobles.

The King shouted over the crowds, "Duke of the Northeastern Cafan, hold yourself for a moment."

The Duke walked up to the twenty-first step, and kneeled. "Sovereign, your majesty. What is it you request of me."

The King said, "Let us skip the pleasantries. We are both part of the next generation of the nobility. The last took back many of the reforms of the ones below it. We must reform farther than even our grandfathers. I want you to be my head advisor." He took the scepter, and placed it upon the shoulders of the Duke. "I entrust thee with the office of Duke of Zanav. Take the symbols of the office from the previous one." The Duke of the Northeastern Cafan/Zanav nodded. "Fire all of my father's advisors. Reduce the standard pension for them by seventy-five percent. Now, go. I have to hire new advisors. And change out of this itchy robe."

The king got up off the throne, and walked down into the hallway to his chambers.

In the Royal Hall, Eric VI sat on the throne. The new Duke of Zanav was next to him. They both had tablet PCs in their hands, working on state business, trying to re-organize the military, many of which had abandoned the Crown and scuttled their equipment when it was revealed that Eric VI would indeed take the throne, and to re-organize the Privy Council. No previous member of the Privy Council remained there.

Down, twenty-two steps below, the guards stood with their assault rifles, which they had (logically) traded for ceremonial pikes once the coronation was over. Boots rapidly clanked down the Plaza outside, and the guards tilted their assault rifles over the doorway. "Let me in, soldiers! I am Zanav and Nonvai!"

The king pressed a button on the throne, concealed as a jewel. Loudspeakers came on. "You were Zanav. Now, you are merely Nonvai. Now, the Northestern Cafan is Zanav."

"Your majesty, please. I beg you to reconsider. Already, your rash actions have led most of our military to abandon you..." "And be imprisoned." said the King.

The Duke of Nonvai turned around, and the King called out, "Soldiers, permit him entry."

Nonvai ascended to the twenty-first step. "Your majesty, you are wearing pants! No king has worn anything but the white robe for centuries!" said the Duke of Nonvai. "Then, I am the first. That robe was so god**** itchy that I couldn't stand it. Why does it matter what the Sovereign wears, as long as the ring and crown are included?"

Nonvai was almost at loss for words. "Your majesty, I, I, I, advise against radical change." "Radical change? We had slow social progress for centuries. Then, your generation and my father's reversed it. We were even farther along with out grandfathers. Now, Zanav", he said with emphasis on the title, "and my generation is in power. And we want reform. We want to introduce more civil rights, abolition of many priviliges of the nobility, and equal taxation regardless of social standing, but based on wealth, the wealthier, the more."

This was too much for Nonvai. He stormed back down. He was thinking, 'I can wear pants, of course, and I am now. I'm wearing a suit. Kings should wear better. You never see me putting on a white robe, no. You should never see him wear a suit. And taxes progressively based on wealth? What is he thinking?" He then turned around, and said, "Believe me, you will not have the support of many nobles."

Eric VI whispered something in Zanav's ear. Zanav deadpanned down to Nonvai, "I believe the grand Sovereign wishes you to **** off."

Nonvai's jaw dropped, and he stormed out.

"He is right, my liege. We must proceed with caution, or the nobility will not support us." "I am sovereign, and as such, my authority is absolute. They will disagree with me, but they will support me. Or suffer." "Yes, sire."

"Now, this weapons storefront looks good for re-arming our military. What do you think, Jack?" "We are calling ourselves by first names?" "Yes, of course. Call me Eric. I knew 'Archibald' would be coming sooner or later. I'd be willing to wager that he is down right outside the door pacing, and" he said, starting to shout, "can still hear us because I still have the loudspeaker on."

He paused, and then said in a normal voice, "Titles are titles, just like mister or miss. There is no reason for you to call be anything but King Eric, or, in private, even Eric."