NationStates Jolt Archive

HE, HRH Prince Alexander of Toremal sat with HSH Prince Constantine of San Maritia in the beautiful drawing room of 100 Mahlberg Court. Once the house had been beautiful, but now it was detestable, the secene of the murder of his sister.
"...so, you seee, Constantine, she died without an heir Proper. There's just me, you and Alexandra in Ctan. And we really need to resolve this situation. too long we have been leaderless. someone must take the throne."
"So shouldn't we get Aunt Alexandra down here with haste?" asked Alexander's nephew, Constantine - who was actually older than he.
"Of course. Mrs Lug has already sent a message, via Tormalin Air Services."


To: The Eternal Necronytr of the Ctan
From: TRH Princes Alexander and Constantine

We request that you urgently return Hereditary Grand duchess Alexandra home. Our dearly beloved sister has been murdered by criminals unknown, and we need to decide the succession as sson as possble. Any advice would help.
Sincerely, A&C

By the Voice of Ranisath Cuilahîr Cuilévaher, Elenaran of the C’tan and of Menelmacar, to the Princes of Toremal

It is with pleasure that I will direct preparations to be made for your Aunt to visit you, presuming that she wishes to as I cannot command her to. I can offer you little advice, being as I am, ignorant of the specifics, though I would recommend that your investigation be conducted thoroughly before you take any action against likely culprits. In any case, aside from this, I express my most sincere commiserations upon my loss, and shall arrange for suitable obituaries to be released across my nation, as soon as is possible.

OOC: Sorry about the quality. I was tired when writing.

Sincerest thanks.
OOC: I'm too tired to write too. Come back later and finish this... await in suspense.

Toremal National News, 7:00, 1st Year of the Interregnum
Hi, and welcome back to TNN.
Its a very special day today, one of the most emotional homecomings I've ever seen. Hereditary Grand Duchess Alexandra has returned from exile in The Ctan. Terri's on the scene.

High Sue. Yes thats right, I'm here in Airfield 1, the private landing strip for the royal family. Normally no-one's allowed in here, but today the public stormed the place to welcome their favourite Royal back home.
And there she is. The crowd is screaming and cheering as she emerges from the plane. she's in the black dress and veil of mourning, as her sister was murdered two days ago.
The crowd are going wild, they're throwing flowers, waving cheering. She's making a her slow way to her waiting brother Prince Alexander of Toremal, and her nephew, Prince Constantine of San Maritia, now a dependency of Toremal. She's kissing them on the cheeks, being hustled off to the limosuine. Thy're wasting no time in crowning this reluctant heir.

And reluctant she is, Terri, having made a public statment saying she would never become Grand Duchess of Toremal. But it looks like future had already ordained her.
The young Grand duchess-to-be is the middle child of LAdy romaine and Grand Duke Alexander. she grew up to be Princes of Toremal, but only ten years ago her life was changed forever.
She met and fell for Prince Henri of San Maritia at a charity fashion shoot. As the ten royal correspondant put it,
'It was the stuff of fairytale, a magical romance that blossommed in the breathtaking Principality of San Maritia, followed by this century's most famous weddings. a vision in white, this beautiful Tormalin Princess left her homeland to rule san Maritia. But only six months later, tragedy struck HIs Royal Highness died, of cancer, and she was returned to Toremal. and the resty, as they say, is history.

Emily fidgeted as she sat on her mother, Lady Furtzhaus' lap. What were they waiting for? Why was Mummy and all the other Lords and Ladies dressed up in robes and Corenets. And why're we all waiting? It soon became clear. A fanfare sounded and everyone stood, staring at the empty aisle in front of them. And in they came.
Leading the procession, Hereditary Grand Duchess Alexandra, dressed in sillks and velvets, her head bare. Following on behind came Prince Alexander, with the Corenet of a Prince of Toremal on his head and the Chains of a Mayor of Toremabourg around his broad shoulders. To his side was Prince Constantine of the now non-existant Principality of San Maritia, dressed in the long blue robe of his office. And lastly cam the Archbishop and clergy of Furtz Palace.

"My Lords and Ladies," announced the Master of Ceremonies. "You are gathered this day to witness a historic moment. The crowningof Her Royal Highnes Hereditary Grand duchess Alexandra. In witness, Ladies and Gentlemen, are their Royal Highnesses the Princes Alexander, her brother, and Constantine, her nephew. yesterday was a day of mourning for the late Grand Duchess Maria. Today is a day of rejoicing for a new era.

Everyone sat in expectant silence as the archbishop went to behind the throne, and Alexandra.

"Your Royal highness, do you swear to uphold the dignity and good of the Grand Duchy of Toremal and San Maritia?"
"I do so swear."
"Your Royal Highness, do you swear to dispense justice without bias, without undue mercy or harshness?"
"I do so swear."
"You Royal Highness, do you swear to devote your every living moment ot the good people of Toremal and San Maritia?"
"I do so swear."
"Your Royal Highness Hereditary Grand Duchess Alexandra, will you ascend to the throne and form a government for the people? Will you accept the offered crown and take the titles of that station?"

Alexandra ascended regally, royally, to the throne and sat, saying;
"We, for good or for ill, do so swear to form a government and accept the proffered crown."

The band struck up, as the crown was lowered onto her head and she stood to tremedous appalause.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:
Her Royal Highness Alexandra, by the Grace of God, Grand Duchess of Toremal, Duchess of Nassau, Princess of Bourbon of Parma, Countess Palatine of the Rhine, Countess of Sayn, Königstein, Katzenelnbogen and Diez, Burgrave of Hammerstein, Lady of Mahlberg, Wiesbaden, Idstein, Merenberg, Limburg and Eppstein."

The new ruler stood to speak:


" My lords, my Ladies, I shall now accept the traditional oaths of loyalty, and invest mine brother and nephew, for the duration of my reign, in the following titles:
Your Excellency & Royal Higness Mayor of Torembourg and Prince of Toreal, will you step forward. You are hereby stripped of any previous titles you may have held, and are awarded with the title Hereditary Grand Duke Alexander. You are our children's future.
Your Serene Highness Pricne Coinstantine of San Maritia, you are hereby elevated to Princeof the realm, and Mayor of Torembourg."

The crowd came forwards to give their pledges to the new ruler. Toremal had been reborn form its previous, dictatorial ruler.