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(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Lavea



The Night Before: King's Personal Reflection.

6 AM (Thursday 23rd):
Prep with Bridesmaids/Groomsmen.
Maid of honour - Corsaira. Bridesmaid – Taarna, kazzia_llewellynn, Sienan, Lady Angelina Rondoval, Miss Daisy Holifard, Anjolique, Jessa.jane, Kitsada.
Best Lady - Cordelia. Best men – Noodle, Joels.joe, Sythe, Robinoflocksley, Galrador.
Parade assemble at the Tower (Musicians, Representatives of the Army and Navy, Religious Heads, County Leaders, Members of the Garter, Royal Guard, County Dragons and Knightly Orders).

7 AM (Friday 24th): King and Princess finish prep. Parade lines up.

8 AM (Saturday 25th): King and Princess greet and join the Parade.

9 AM (Sunday 26th): Parade starts out into the streets of London.
Musicians, Representatives of the Army and Navy, Religious Heads, County Leaders, Members of the Garter, Royal Guard and King, County Dragons and Knightly Orders, Princess.

10 AM (Monday 27th): Parade continues through the streets of London.

11 AM (Tuesday 28th): Parade arrives at Westminster Abbey.
King/Groomsmen go to wait on the Abbey Steps– procession off to the side. Princess/Bridesmaids prepare for procession to the steps.

12PM (Wednesday 29th): Wedding Ceremony by Aleksander75
a. Hymn/Musical Procession.
b. Opening Statement/Prayer.
c. Doctrine (with 2 witnesses, Kitsada and Noodle).
d. Consent
e. Vows
f. Sign the Aristotelian Westmorland Eclectic Synod of Missionary Evangelists Register.
g. Homily.
h. Blessing.

1 PM (Friday 1st): Everyone please check your weapons at the cloakroom and take your seats. Bishops in place. Procession prepare at the back with objects. King puts on Crimson Surcoat and the Robe of State of Crimson Velvet

2 PM (Saturday 2nd): Procession up the Aisle.

3PM (Sunday 3rd): Coronation Service by Bishop Gawain.

a. Presenting to the Four Corners. Gawain.
b. King kneels before the High Altar.
...Present Cloth of Gold (Lavea).
...5 Swords of State (Offering Arkrantos, Temporal Justice Eddward, Spiritual Justice Kitsada, Mercy Noodle, State Zanlarrr).
c. Olive Branch (Rowan_ashenheart) and King’s Oath.
d. Book of Virtues. (Gawain).
e. Blessing of the Universal Roman and Aristotelian Church (Catriona_mackenzie)
f. Crimson robe removed. Canopy brought forward. Eagle Ampulla (Eira) and Anointing.
g. Colobium sindonis and supertunica put on. Robe Royal and the Stole Royal on top of the supertunica. Canopy removed.
h. Spurs (Jasmine).
i. Orb (Chris_braveheart).
j. Ring (Cordelia).
k. Sceptre of the Cross (Lark).
l. Sceptre of the Dove (rain_).
m. Edward’s Crown (Kalens).
n. Long Live the King
o. King crowns heir, heir swears oath. King gives objects. Long live the Heir.
p. Nobles give oaths (open to a new thread).
q. King Exits.

4PM (On conclusion of the Coronation): Coronation Wedding Feast.

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Lady Lavea de Lyle, Viscountess of Salford, Earl of Leeds, Marchioness of Lancashire. Lady of Bramall Hall, Pontefract Castle and Holker Hall.
Lavea


Time Turner:
The Night Before



Lav ticked things off on her list. All seemed to be ready. Anything else she'd just have to deal with as it came. Preparation could only go so far.

She headed along the Corridor of Kings. A long tradition was already emerging which made her feel for a moment rather old, but also rather proud of how their country continued on. And each new day brought new promise. Today was the start of another new promise.

As she walked along towards the door she murmed the names of the Kings she passed, King Darien, King Rothgar, King Slon, Queen Molly, King Hezlog, King Faheud, King Viceroy.



She stopped, she knocked. "King Cullan." She said. "It's time to begin."
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Lady Lavea de Lyle, Viscountess of Salford, Earl of Leeds, Marchioness of Lancashire. Lady of Bramall Hall, Pontefract Castle and Holker Hall.
Cullan
The remains of his uneaten dinner sat on the trencher on the floor. Strewn across the desk he'd had brought into the Royal Bedchamber were the various charters, letters, and orders from the last reign and his. He could never get enough information.

A knock on the door. Lavea was outside.
"Aye lass." he called out. With a groan, he pulled himself upright. As he pulled his mantle around his shoulders, he thought over all the work the girl had been doing - had done. She truly deserved sainthood. He knew that he could never do what she did. Without her, the coronation would happen over breakfast, between the tea and toast. Slipping a handful of paper, and his personal homilies, he slid out the door. He smiled to the girl, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "Thank ya. Fer everything ya've done. Get yerself some rest. I'll send a lad if yer needed."

With that, he turned and walked away.
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‡English Ambassador to Greece‡Baron of Coombes‡Most obnoxious person in SussexWelcome to England.
Cullan
The King slowly make his way through the Tower. Servants ran past him in their duties, preparing for the next day. None of them paid any mind to the old man in the dirty old cloak. Why should they? He wouldn't be important until tomorrow.

The cool air bathed over him as he opened the side door. His driver was there with the carriage, waiting to take him where he wished. Where did he wish? Normally, the King would be shriven and cleansed...but he would have none of the Jah nonsense. It would be fake of him to pay lip service - and he would not begin his reign in a lie. He wanted to be the King for the People. For the equal representation of those who the government was sworn to protect.

Silently he whispered his destination.
"Parliament."



Most of the city was dark. A few torches reflected on the Thames as his carriage rattled past. At least twice they were stopped by city guards. A quick flash of the King's seal, and they were left alone. It was too dark to read, and he was too awake to sleep...All he could do was watch the glassy surface of the Thames fly by.



Soon enough they arrived at the House of Parliament. Cullan slid from the carriage, calling a guard to open the door. The lad followed silently, carrying the torch for him. The King felt more comfortable here, where he'd served almost daily....sometimes with derision. Still he served.

The great doors swung open to the floor of Parliament. The light from the torch shone off of the sheen of sweat on the guard's forehead. He was nervous. Smiling, the older man whispered.
"Go ahead, lad. Leave th' light an' close th' door. I'm sure I'll be fine."

He stood in the center of the room as the doors clicked behind him. The pool of light from the sconce barely touched the oppressive darkness in the room. He limped over to the closest seat, placing the stack of papers beside him.

He didn't know why he had brought so much. He didn't know what to reflect on most. The Humanities Act? Gabrielle's great treatise on the rights and freedoms of being English? Or the Governance Act? The rules and regulations of the Kingdom. Maybe even the charters of the two Houses - so he could take the heart the representation of the people.

Instead he grabbed his book. It's cover was stained and cracked, with pages loosely hanging from the sides. The binding had been repaired countless times, and even then it was still tattered. Carefully he folded back the cover. On the first page was the dedication, written in the jerked hand of his father:
    "Pour mon Fils. Il peut percevoir la sagesse du passé pour gouverner les anciennes terres Holifard avec l'équilibre et la justice. - Lawrence William Holifard, Lord of Aberdalgie and Dupplin XVIj Juin MCDXXIv"
he sighed, then began flipping through the pages, finding the words he copied when he was a much younger man.


To my son. May he collect the wisdom of the past to govern the ancient Holifard lands with balance and justice.

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‡English Ambassador to Greece‡Baron of Coombes‡Most obnoxious person in SussexWelcome to England.
Cullan
An hour passed as he read the words of the ancients. Dante. John Wyclef. Aristotle. Averroes and Ibn Khaldun.

He stopped when he read the title on the next page. In great bold letters it read:
    CHAPTER XXII: Concerning The Secretaries Of Princes


This was what he wanted. Advice on those the King surrounded himself with. He'd seen far too many get corrupted by the corruption. It was his greatest fear. Looking around at the empty chairs around him - seats of the elected leadership of the country, he began to read:





THE choice of servants is of no little importance to a prince, and they are good or not according to the discrimination of the prince. And the first opinion which one forms of a prince, and of his understanding, is by observing the men he has around him; and when they are capable and faithful he may always be considered wise, because he has known how to recognize the capable and to keep them faithful. But when they are otherwise one cannot form a good opinion of him, for the prime error which he made was in choosing them.

There were none who knew Messer Antonio da Venafro as the servant of Pandolfo Petrucci, Prince of Siena, who would not consider Pandolfo to be a very clever man in having Venafro for his servant. Because there are three classes of intellects: one which comprehends by itself; another which appreciates what others comprehend; and a third which neither comprehends by itself nor by the showing of others; the first is the most excellent, the second is good, the third is useless. Therefore, it follows necessarily that, if Pandolfo was not in the first rank, he was in the second, for whenever one has judgment to know good or bad when it is said and done, although he himself may not have the initiative, yet he can recognize the good and the bad in his servant, and the one he can praise and the other correct; thus the servant cannot hope to deceive him, and is kept honest.

But to enable a prince to form an opinion of his servant there is one test which never falls; when you see the servant thinking more of his own interests than of yours, and seeking inwardly his own profit in everything, such a man will never make a good servant, nor will you ever be able to trust him; because he who has the state of another in his hands ought never to think of himself, but always of his prince, and never pay any attention to matters in which the prince is not concerned.

On the other to keep his servant honest the prince ought to study him, honouring him, enriching him, doing him kindnesses, sharing with him the honours and cares; and at the same time let him see that he cannot stand alone, so that many honours not make him desire more, many riches make him wish for more, and that many cares may make him dread changes. When, therefore, servants, and princes towards servants, are thus disposed, they can trust each other, but when it is otherwise, the end will always be disastrous for either one or the other.

    CHAPTER XXIII: How Flatterers Should Be Avoided


I DO NOT wish to leave out an important branch of this subject, for it is a danger from which princes are with difficulty preserved, unless they are very careful and discriminating. It is that of flatterers, of whom courts arc full, because men are so self-complacent in their own affairs, and in a way so deceived in them, that they are preserved with difficulty from this pest, and if they wish to defend themselves they run the danger of falling into contempt. Because there is no other way of guarding oneself from flatterers except letting men understand that to tell you the truth does not offend you; but when every one may tell you the truth, respect for you abates.

Therefore a wise prince ought to hold a third course by choosing the wise men in his state, and giving to them only the liberty of speaking the truth to him, and then only of those things of which he inquires, and of none others; but he ought to question them upon everything, and listen to their opinions, and afterwards form his own conclusions. With these councillors, separately and collectively, he ought to carry himself in such a way that each of them should know that, the more freely he shall speak, the more he shall be preferred; outside of these, he should listen to no one, pursue the thing resolved on, and be steadfast in his resolutions. He who does otherwise is either overthrown by flatterers, or is so often changed by varying opinions that he falls into contempt.

I wish on this subject to adduce a modern example. Fra Luca, the man of affairs to Maximilian, the present emperor, speaking of his majesty, said: He consulted with no one, yet never got his own way in anything. This arose because of his following a practice the opposite to the above; for the emperor is a secretive man — he does not communicate his designs to any one, nor does he receive opinions on them. But as in carrying them into effect they become revealed and known, they are at once obstructed by those men whom he has around him, and he, being pliant, is diverted from them. Hence it follows that those things he does one day he undoes the next, and no one ever understands what he wishes or intends to do, and no one can rely on his resolutions.

A prince, therefore, ought always to take counsel, but only when he wishes and not when others wish; he ought rather to discourage every one from offering advice unless he asks it; but, however, he ought to be a constant inquirer, and afterwards a patient listener concerning the things of which he inquired; also, on learning that any one, on any consideration, has not told him the truth, he should let his anger be felt.

And if there are some who think that a prince who conveys an impression of his wisdom is not so through his own ability, but through the good advisers that he has around him, beyond doubt they are deceived, because this is an axiom which never fails: that a prince who is not wise himself will never take good advice, unless by chance he has yielded his affairs entirely to one person who happens to be a very prudent man. In this case indeed he may be well governed, but it would not be for long, because such a governor would in a short time take away his state from him.

But if a prince who is not experienced should take counsel from more than one he will never get united counsels, nor will he know how to unite them. Each of the counsellors will think of his own interests, and the prince will not know how to control them or to see through them. And they are not to be found otherwise, because men will always prove untrue to you unless they are kept honest by constraint. Therefore it must be inferred that good counsels, whencesoever they come, are born of the wisdom of the prince, and not the wisdom of the prince from good counsels.



He read it over again, burning the words in his mind. This was what he needed. He read the next quote, a line scrawled in the margin: "Never was anything great achieved without danger.”

Silently, he gathered his things and made for the door. Tomorrow he would be knighted on St. George's day, England's patron Saint. That was where he should go next. The guard had fallen asleep at the door. As King he should demand he be stripped and flogged...but he was barely a kid, the slightest wisp of hair on cheek and chin. Instead, he extinguished the flame himself and made his way out. His driver almost fell off the seat as he climbed back into the carriage, announcing:
"To the Knights of Saint George. Please."
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‡English Ambassador to Greece‡Baron of Coombes‡Most obnoxious person in SussexWelcome to England.
Cullan
He didn't know if he had slept, or he was so excited that time sped by. Either way, the route through the empty midnight London streets seemed to pass in seconds. He certainly didn't feel tired. He felt...Elated. Empty. Whole. A mix of feelings spun within him. When the door swung open, two guards stood with mouth agape. One saluted while the other made a hasty bow, then ran off inside before anything could be said. Cullan held up his hand, waving the lads aid. "Not 'ere ta bother, lad. Jus'...Checkin' in. Could ya point ta th' chapel?" The guard couldn't speak, but merely opened the door, bowing.

Carrying just his book, he entered. In the histories, he read that a knight always held vigil from dusk till dawn, reflecting on his sins and crimes, and clearing his soul. Tomorrow he'd receive spurs in the regalia, as well as everything else. Again, coincidentally, from a Knight of St. George.

So much about dragons...

His cane silently clicked on the flagstones as he walked up the aisle, taking a seat at the front altar. His fingers grazed along the edges of his book, but he knew it's pages wouldn't lend him wisdom.. This wasn't about politics, though. This was to cleanse his soul.

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‡English Ambassador to Greece‡Baron of Coombes‡Most obnoxious person in SussexWelcome to England.
Jasmine.
Jasmine sat up straight as the knocking on her bed chamber persisted until it woke her up as she had fallen asleep while reading. She hoped she was only dreaming but apparently she was not. She got up and pulled her shawl around her as she headed to the door. She opened it with a mixed look of confusion and worry and a touch of annoyance though she was not in bed she was enjoying her short nap in her comfortable seat with her favorite book hugged to her chest.

She raised her eyebrow at the look she could see obviously written all over the guard's face. Her brow raised even more as he explained the reason for his disturbance. She shooed him clothing the door quickly telling him to go wake Karma up. She was not sure why she needed her but well it was the King oh dear Jah the King was there and she needed to get ready quick for whatever the visit was for.

She got dressed quickly and rushed to the Chapel where the guards told her she would find the King. She pushed the doors and slipped inside quietly trying to hide the worry that was evident on her face. She spotted the king and she was about to rush in but then the words of her mother rang in her ears, Princesses do NOT rush they hasten.

She shook her head softly dismissing her mother and her constant advice and "hastened" approaching the King yet stopped few steps away so as not to disturb him and waited for him to take notice of her presence.
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Duchess of Sussex~KoC~Knight Commander of Knights of St George~Sussex Chancellor~Sussex Navy Admiral
Cullan
Eyes closed, Cullan was thinking over the past. He held a scrap of vellum and quill, writing. He begun listing the names and hurts he'd committed. Already half the surface was covered. Too many hurt. College. Claire. Rowan. Jeal. John. Adam...Too many. How had he allowed it?

Behind him he heard the soft whisper of breath. He turned, smiling as he growled
"I told them not ta cause trouble. I'm sorry ta wake ya, Princess."
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‡English Ambassador to Greece‡Baron of Coombes‡Most obnoxious person in SussexWelcome to England.
Jasmine.
Jasmine smiled warmly at the King and his calm, collected and at peace attitude and appearance pushed her worries and concerns aside. She curtsied deeply to the King, "It is no trouble at all, Your Majesty.. To be at your service is always a pleasure and your visit to St George is an honor to the Order... How are you, Your Majesty? Forgive my question, but is everything well? Is there anyway I can be of assistance to you?"
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Duchess of Sussex~KoC~Knight Commander of Knights of St George~Sussex Chancellor~Sussex Navy Admiral
Lavea


6 AM (Thursday 23rd):
Prep with Bridesmaids/Groomsmen.
Maid of honour - Corsaira. Bridesmaid – Taarna, kazzia_llewellynn, Sienan, Lady Angelina Rondoval, Miss Daisy Holifard, Anjolique, Jessa.jane.
Best Lady - Cordelia. Best men – Noodle, Joels, Sythe, Robinoflocksley, Galrador.
Parade assemble at the Tower (Musicians, Representatives of the Army and Navy, Religious Heads, County Leaders, Members of the Garter, Royal Guard, County Dragons and Knightly Orders).

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Lady Lavea de Lyle, Viscountess of Salford, Earl of Leeds, Marchioness of Lancashire. Lady of Bramall Hall, Pontefract Castle and Holker Hall.
Lavea
Lav woke early, remembering with a smile the King's thanking words last night. She'd replied the honour was all hers before curtseying and retiring for the night. Like many a King before him she knew he misliked so much fuss around him, but knew too he wanted something fun for everyone to enjoy. She appreciated that.

She'd slept quickly, if lightly, and on the morning she was up. She checked first with the guards who said the King was still at reflection, and expected back shortly. Lav nodded, he had a while before he needed to join the parade. "Direct those arriving to the main courtyard as usual."

She nodded to the kitchen servant. "Confirm the order. Breakfasts sent now to the Princess' chambers for her and the bridesmaids, don't let anyone eat anything near a dress. Breakfasts, and some drinks requested by the King for the Groomsmen, nothing strong! It's only 6AM and I indend to have them walking up the aisles. There'll be more alcohol than they can drink at the feast tonight. The Princess is sending over her "magic" tea as well. Light refreshments to the courtyard for those arriving."

Turning to the bedmaids. "Wake up knocks now please."

Somewhere off in the city she heard a church clock chime 6AM. She knocked on Princesss Aggnes' door.
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Lady Lavea de Lyle, Viscountess of Salford, Earl of Leeds, Marchioness of Lancashire. Lady of Bramall Hall, Pontefract Castle and Holker Hall.
Aggnes.holifard
Aggnes pushed the draft RHA documentation aside: not quite ready to move to the "done, file it" heap that had been growing throughout the night. Was it really dawn already?

"Come in."

She looked down at the ink stains on her fingers. That would have to go.
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Banner is a joint Aggnes/Cullan production Wiki entry
Lavea
Lav entered, curtseyed at the door, "Your Royal Highness," then shut it behind her. "I hope you slept well," she noted the document and smiled slightly, "for there's a long day ahead. The others should be joining us anon. Can I get you anything before we begin?"
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Lady Lavea de Lyle, Viscountess of Salford, Earl of Leeds, Marchioness of Lancashire. Lady of Bramall Hall, Pontefract Castle and Holker Hall.
Aggnes.holifard
"Slept? I suppose I should probably have done that, yes."
She looked rather ruefully at the assorted piles of paper, and empty tea-cups, and put the pen she'd been using back in the stand, and the lid back on the ink-well.

"Something light for breakfast, some more tea - probably mint. And I'd better clean the ink off my fingers, and anywhere else it's ended up. Not that it'll be visible under the amount of face-paint I expect I'll be wearing."

She ran through her mental check list of what else was supposed to be going on. "How's Cullan? I'll sort out something for him this morning - don't want him using too much willow-bark and having stomach trouble again. I know he hides it well, but it's going to be a long day."

She went over to the collection of herbs that she kept to hand, even in her office here, and put a selection into a small pot, sniffing a couple to be sure of the freshness. "Have someone make that into tea for him, please."
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Banner is a joint Aggnes/Cullan production Wiki entry
Lavea
Lav grinned as she began pouring some mint tea. "It certainly will. I usually find by the time the days done I feel as if weeks have passed, not hours. Still, better to have spent doing something useful I suppose, and coronations tend to bring everyone out for a bit. I've heard good report of some of the county dragons too - I'm looking forward to seeing them." She took it over to Aggnes, clearing some of the piles of parchment to one side without re-arranging them - though for the life of her they looked complete chaos - but she knew many people found order in the chaos.

She took the proffered herbs. "I have heard he went to parliament for his reflection, though he is not yet returned. We are expecting him shortly. He has two hours to be back and ready to meet the parade, he'll just have to hope the groomsmen don't eat all the breakfast without him."

She went to the door, and meeting a maid there exchanged the herbs, called servers to bring in the breakfast fare and sent orders for the wooden tub and hot water to be brought. She served out a bowl. "Here we go ma'am, chicken broth and bread to begin, with honey and calves foot jelly besides."
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Lady Lavea de Lyle, Viscountess of Salford, Earl of Leeds, Marchioness of Lancashire. Lady of Bramall Hall, Pontefract Castle and Holker Hall.
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