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(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Bhnapoleon
Llyres wrote:
"Who wants to wake up with half the bed gone cold?" Llyres frowned and tried to settle deeper into the bedding but to no avail. Instead, she slipped on a robe to help Robin dress since he had been called to the Tower to share breakfast as a groomsman.
"I'll understand if you cannot join us for the Parade, King's need more assistance than normal on such days, and Grooms need more attention than Kings," she laughed lightly, nodding at how handsome her husband looked.

After he'd left the rooms, she called for an attendant for her own light breakfast and sent a messenger to the stables. A benefit of Robin's post at the Embassy was the occasional use of a visiting ambassador's suite. Looking at her gown, her robes of the Garter, and her Devon Navy Admiral's uniform, she simply shock her head at the assortment and wondered how to piece the garments together sensibly.

Finally fed and dressed, she arrived at the courtyard where the parade would assemble. Casting about she noted Nap of the Devon Guard standing off to a side, and went to join him, while others assembled around them. "Hello, Nap, how are you faring? Robin's off at the Tower already so I thought I'd come here early to watch the crowd gather. Seems I'm not the only one who had that in mind."



Nap smiled when he saw lady Lyres My lady you look beautiful, good morning, he bowed. Yes, there is not a lot of events like coronation. Nap turned around himself What you think about my outfit ? Maybe it's time for my marriage. Nap laughed strongly and saw several strong views in his direction.
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Victoria inevitabilis est, Baron of Calshot
Lavea
Lav smiled. "I leave that for the Princess to decide. There are basins for us to freshen up as well, otherwise begin taking out the dresses."
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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.
Robinoflocksley
Robin nodded politely to the others that entered after him, not truly knowing any of them, but knowing Noodle by reputation at least. His attention focusing back on Cullan at his response, the woodsman snorted in dry amusement and raised one eyebrow as he studied the King. "Yes, well, she might have a dragon-like personality at times, but imagine what she'd do if you fainted at the altar or in the coronation from not eating. I can't claim to know the Princess well, but having worked with her, I'd rather not have to face her wrath because we didn't make you eat. I value my life more than that, thank you. You could at least try some toast."

He watched as Noodle pulled out a razor, his fingers twitching toward the missing bow usually at hand before stilling himself. Glancing at Cullan, he finally saw the need for a shave that he'd overlooked earlier. Robin himself was never clean shaven, and so tended to overlook stubble, since he wore it nearly constantly. Relaxing back a bit, he took a bite of his own toast, looking pointedly at the King as he swallowed, before adding with a wry grin, "You likely could use a shave, Your Majesty. That might also help to keep the dragon's wrath at bay."
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Noromical
Rolling his eyes at the antics of the two ladies, he looked around, seeing the room fill in. Taking a seat in the corner, he unstrung his lute and practiced quietly, the sound would have no real melody, but the sound was beautiful and otherworldly nonetheless
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Demons run when a good man goes to war
Airya
Airya was calmed by the quiet interior of the church.
She did start to get a chill though. The blue dress, simply wasn't warm enough..
so she left the church and Fergus helped her into her carriage.
"Fergus, please take me back to the Inn, I need to change my clothes."
Fergus frowned, and then said, "M'lady, have you eaten anything?"
Airya was always slightly annoyed when Fergus, her steward, and Cara, his wife,
would fuss and nag about her not eating.. and being too thin.
Her tone was a little sharp, when she replied, "You know very well, I have no appetite
when I'm attending these grand affairs. Anyway,, I'm Cold!
I need to get into something warmer that this wretched dress.
I'll eat something at the Inn."
Fergus nodded and they were soon in the cozy Inn where Airya always had a room..kept for her.
It was her home away from home.

"Fergus, you order something, I'll be down in a few minutes..
as soon as I find something comfortable to wear."
She searched through her trunk and found a favorite old dress.. let down her hair..
and at last, was over her nerves and ready for breakfast. Fergus had ordered
some warm porridge with berries and milk, for them both.. She joined him and
they sat together content, in the familiar surroundings.

Taliesin1017
Tali had arrived to prepare for the parade as requested, standing with his lute and beside the Devon dragon float. He looked over at Hazel who was with him, carrying his harp on her back so he had both instruments already ready when they got to the feast without having to make any detours. With a nervous smile, he glanced back at the dragon they'd made, pleased to see that it was still intact despite the trip.

Looking around at the crowds gathering and all of the people and colors with wide blue eyes, he tugged the sleeves of his new outfit. It was a simple wool doublet and matching hose, brightly colored in purple, blue and green, and had cost a pretty penny. Tali bounced on the balls of his feet excitedly, looking forward to the parade and the chance to play for everyone. He might have been substantially poorer, but no matter what, this would be fun, he knew it!
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It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.
Kazzia_llewellynn
Kazzia smiled at Taarna as her friend guessed about her nerves. Do you mayhap have your herbs chest with you? Fool that I am, I left mine at the family estate in Wales. My stomach gets a bit nervous in front of crowds. It's nothing bad, I won't be sick or any such thing, I just don't wish to look discomfited standing with you all on the steps, that would be mortifying, mint oil or rosehip work best for me, but at this point I'll work with whatever I can lay my hands on. She smiled at the lass, she'd hosted galas for years, but in the past few years as she had retreated some from high society life in order to take better care of her daughter she'd developed a nervous bout any time she had to be in front of large crowds, nearly consuming her entire mint stock before the Royal Dinners with the late King. She shook her head and her curls bounced about as she smiled. She glanced out into the courtyard again, the music she could hear was lovely and she was enamored of music, so that in its self helped calm her a bit. She glanced to the Princess to see how she wished the ladies to proceed, Once she had a course of action some of her normal cheer and humor were sure to come flying back. She'd once been the belle of the ball and talk of the town, she could manage looking lovely at a wedding. So far all the lady had asked of her. It was the only wedding she'd ever attended where she had not task but to smile. She would wait for her next instructions and then get herself ready. She turned back to Taarna with a smile, I did bring that lip salve I was telling you about should you decided you want to borrow it. It smells so nicely I brought enough to share for any who want use of it.
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Baronet of Hastings
Cordelia
The Princess had woken with the dawn and watched the sun rise over the city from her vantage point of her Tower apartments. As the light painted the city in reds and golds, she sighs turns away, knowing the maid would be here soon to help her dress. Her feelings were mixed this morning, joy at her uncle being crowned, and... not such joy at the prospect of his marriage. However, not only was he her King, he was also family, and thus, she would do her duty.

The maid arrives and helps her into the crimson gown she had chosen for the day and pin up her hair. Finally the ruff is secured and she is ready. She carefully packs her peeress robe and cornet in a box to be taken to the Abbey for the coronation. She confirms that the children were up and being dressed before being taken to watch the parade and coronation.

Finally ready, she makes her way from her rooms to that of the King's, the path familliar from when those chambers were once her own. Arriving, she knocks lightly and pushes open the door to see Cullan and some of his groomsmen assembled. "Uncle, not getting cold feet are ye?" Her voice was light and teasing, but her eyes searched his face.
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Catriona_mackenzie
With her face scrubbed clean, and her hair neatly tied back, Catriona reflected on the day to come. Walking in the early morning through the streets of London as she headed towards the Tower of London, she realised that this would be the first coronation she had ever attended. In the past she had always thought Kings and Queens to be silly things, mainly due to the lack of role they had played in anything of importance in Ireland. Yet her time living in England had made her realise that the Monarch was valued and important to the people of this land. They were not just an empty figurehead here.

And today she would be representing the faithful of the Universal Roman and Aristotelian Church, a role that she took very seriously. Likely, she mused, there were many who thought priests were silly things too. Chuckling to herself, she winked at a lad who was sweeping mud away from the parade route and hastened on so she would not be late, her dark dress swishing about her legs.

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National Vice Primate of England ** Town Priest of Lewes ** Chaplain of the Hastings Chapel ** Bishop of Brighton ** Luceo Non Uro ** Banner by Aalish!
Angelina_holifard
Angelina made her way down the hall, she had spent the the early part of the morning getting ready for this day...The Day her Father became King...She remembers the first time she actually met her Dad..That very day he told her that he wished to be the King of England one day..She was so proud of him, he had his stumbles along the way but he was always there for her when she needed him most..

Good Morning... she said as she entered the Princess’ room, and took a seat trying not to wrinkle her dress.
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Knight Saighdears, Daughter of King Cullan
Kitsada
Kit came into the room just after Angie, pleased to see her looking so well. Kit hadn't seen her since the delivery of little Ani some months prior. She smiled as they went inside, and greeted Angie warmly.

Angie, it is good to see you! How is the baby? Is Merlin adjusting or is he terribly jealous?

She smiled as they entered, and was glad to see many of the ladies already assembled. She was a bit tired from a late night, but also excited for the events of the day, and she grabbed a hunk of fresh bread, smiling and chattering greetings to everyone. She gave Aggnes a little curtsey though felt ridiculous doing so, and the appropriate reverential nod of the head.

Princess, you are looking well on this fine day.

She said, though she thought the woman might have been up all night working, with her ink stained fingertips, and inwardly tsked, though outwardly was all smiles.

She'd heard Lavea talking about the royal bath and then Taarna asking whether they were to assist, as she came in. It was difficult to control her eyebrows which wanted to leap up at the very thought of such a thing. Surely Aggnes had a body servant for such things, or perhaps she did it alone? Kit decided to stay silent and wait for a Royal Ruling on the matter.

Kazzia and Taarna were chatting near the window, and Kit approached, smiling.


The big day is here, hmm? I hope all goes smoothly.

Noticing the embroidery in Kazzia's hand, Kit asked, What are you working on there?

Then she took another bite of the bread, looking around for something to drink, and lowered her voice to Taarna.

This is good, but it isn't your honey bread, Taarna.
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Baroness of Burnley, Viscountess of Kendal, Countess of Sedburgh, Knight of the Crown
Jasmine.
Jasmine arrived at the Tower glad that her face did not show any signs of exhaustion unlike her fingertips but good thing no one would notice those too much. Sewing for hours into the night was enough to make them ache in the morning.

She did not get much sleep as between sewing and the King's surprise visit to the Order, she was not left with much time to sleep but she was too excited to sleep anyway. She was dressed in Knight's outfit but with the Sussex Navy crest pinned upon it. It was a mixture of both as she was here representing her County Navy yet as a Knight of the Crown of the Order of St George she found it hard not to dawn her Knight Commander robes.

She noticed the beautiful member of the Navy, Sandoval, standing alone searching for someone she knew so she approached her with a warm smile, "Good morning, M'lady... I am glad to see you here right on time. How are you?"
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Rain_
Rain wakes early, as usual, in her apartments in London, which is not usual. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes as the pale blue on the horizon grows into a sunrise, then tosses aside the blankets and steps out onto the cold floor. Before long the maids arrive to help her into her gown and rake through her curls. She prefers green, but red seems more appropriate to the occasion, so she chooses a red damask with gold patterns twisting down the skirts. She smiles in on the children being readied for the parade, before making her way to make her breakfast invitation.
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Sienan
Sienan entered the already crowded bridesmaid chambers. She blinked away her sleepy eyes and smiled at the ladies. She didn't had the opportunity to introduce herself properly to most of them but it seemed a bit late for that now. "Good Morning" she politely addressed, and went to ready herself for the event.
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Aggnes.holifard
ooc: sorry for the delay, RL meds meant I keeled over rather early last night.


Aggnes looked through the door at the hot tub, and back as the assembled expectant faces, and sighed. "I'm just going to have to get used to this being royal thing, aren't I? A useful learning experience for all of us, I'm sure. Right, two assistants in the bathtub, please. Someone who knows herbs, get over to my herb-chest in the office, it's pretty extensive, and sort out teas for anyone who's feeling queasy. Oh, and could someone, preferably someone with good nerves, go over to His Majesty's rooms and make sure that tea I sent him has been made up, and he's drunk it? And that he's broken his fast?"

She took the little book from Saira and leaved through it. "That's beautifully bound. Neat design, being able to add pages. Inspiration for the day, or something to read in the boring parts of the ceremony? We can hardly play hangman while His Majesty is crowned, after all." She handed it back. "Someone can carry that for me during the day, please. I doubt if I'll have a free hand myself, but a book of prayer gives a nice pious impression."
The grin was much more like the woman who tended to win at hangman than a pious queen. "Yes, I remember. Did either of you ever work out how much of that was testing you to see how the partnership worked under pressure? You passed, or we wouldn't be here."

She turned to face the door. "Right. Bath. Ritual cleansing and rose-petals. Let's get this over with."
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