Amid wave on wave of cheers and shouts, Elara strode up the road of glory, entered the castle, climbed the wall of the royal palace, and took the throne.
"A new sovereign takes the throne, to rule the myriad races, to cut through bramble and thorn—glory undying." Orion's voice came grave and stern from the heavens, ringing and weighty, his will surging across earth and sky, brooking no rebuttal, no protest, tolerating no heresy or false doctrine.
"May the land lie whole in your time, the realm at peace, the people content. May you sweep all before you when you march to war, and come through a hundred battles unbroken. May all be tranquil when you return, your work done and your name made."
