Snippet #2387204

As if on cue, several moments after the crown had been placed upon the Queen's head, a knock resounds through the chamber from the main entryway. The person seeking entrance would wait, as long as it might happen to take, for the God-Queen's permission to answer; and only hers.

When this was eventually obtained, the door would be opened, and a tall man, covered in armor, would step into the room. Knight-Commander Gabriel, sans helmet. He was clean shaven, as he always ensured he was in the God-Queen's presence, and his black steel armor had been polished to a sheen, glistening dimly even in the poor light of the throne room.

Shutting the large door behind him, Gabriel draws his blade, laying it on the ground before himself, then adopts a position of submission, on one knee and with one hand resting near the point of his mighty weapon. "My God-Queen," he says, in a tone of pure reverence. He pauses, if she chose to acknowledge him further, before continuing as she might allow. "Your Honor Guard is assembled, and the time of the Sacrifice draws near. We await your will." He had not laid eyes upon her once since he entered the room. He was among the most devout of the Knights, and seldom felt himself worthy to gaze upon their Goddess.

Neither, did he look upon Calor. Either due to his having disappeared into the shadows, or simply by Gabriel's leaving his full attention to the God-Queen, he was scarcely even aware of his presence, save for the knowledge that Her Reverence was not alone, but neither was in danger.