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"...and now, let me show your majesty." Virgil ignored the old mans words as they were drowned out by the clank of the guards armour walking behind them and the echo that filled the hall as they walked through at a brisk pace. He was still young, busy chasing women, writing poetry and playing with swords, his fathers death was an most unexpected event. "Your majesty." the kind old man said trying to get the boys fleeting attention, he turned around raising an eyebrow "You've seemed...to have forgotten where the throne room is?" he asked ever so softly. Virgil has been away from the capital for many years enjoying time in the Marshes and hasn't seen his father during that time, now it was too late. "This way your majesty" as he bowed, fearing he has angered the young king.

He sat on the throne, it was uncomfortable, hard and unforgiving on any kings buttocks. The only thing keeping him awake was the fairly attractive servant just across the room, she notices it and flicks her hair. "Wine!" as he raised his hands, bluntly interrupting the old mans detailing of the coronation ceremony. "His late majesty's coronation was a spectacle, hundreds of thousands of people lined the streets...the Red Guard convoy.....it would be most wise to make it happen again your majesty, why? you may ask to, capture the hearts of the people and of your vassals."Virgil placed the goblet down, taking a breath. "Yes...yes, go organise that." The old man scribbled onto the scroll. "I nearly forgot among this excitement, your majesty, the invitations."
"Then, send them out?" the mans enthusiasm was too much for Virgil to bear. "Lord Hightower, Lord Sundregn, Lord Stormkeer, Lord Rondalion, seems to be in good order your majesty, i will send them out at once."
"Dismissed." Now he was alone the stone throne pressing even harder against his backside. He reminisced of the days gone by.