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(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Jasmine.
Jasmine smiled as she watched quietly the ceremony proceeding smoothly. She watched as the King was Crowned. She closed her eyes murmuring a soft prayer in her mother-tongue, her father taught her when she was little.

She opened her eyes again as the excited voices of the people cheering and with a bright smile joined in, "Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!"
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Duchess of Sussex~KoC~Knight Commander of Knights of St George~Sussex Chancellor~Sussex Navy Admiral
Amethise
The new King was crowned, and Amethise added her voice to the joyous shouts, "Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!"
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Richy.
Richy rose to his feet, joining the resonating choral, "Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!"
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Chancellor of England | Archdeacon, Canterbury | Deacon, Derby | Baron of Brockhampton | President, Law Society | Officer of the English Lion
Breena
Bree rose and raised her voice to join in the chorus for the new King of England.

Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!
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Baroness of Nether Winchendon/Thank you, Claire!
Angelrachel1119
Angel watched in awed reverence as a man whom she did not know brought forth an elaborately decorated crown. She saw the man carefully present the crown to Bishop Gawain who then placed the crown upon King Cullan's head. Angel also rose to her feet and began to chant loudly with the rest of the congregation. " Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!"
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Pennblade
Alfred rose with the rest of the people in the congregation with a smile. It wasn't everyday one could sit and watch a new king be crowned. He cupped his hands to join in with the chanting, adding his voice to the rest in cheer to the new monarch.

"Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!"
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Created by Bellacamy; Storyteller Magna of Winter 1462. Bartender of the Blue Hat.
Eumelia
Eumelia watched the events silently from her seat. When the time arrived, she joined the chorus of the congregation to greet the newly crowned Monarch.

Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!
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Baroness of North Petherton Sheriff of Devon
Micjo
Mic rose from his seat along side Swini and the girls and loudly joined the others in cheering for his new King.

"Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!"
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For my Little Lamb / Baron of Shermanbury / Owner Dirty McFlirty's Tavern / REN
Aggnes.holifard
It had always seemed such a silly thing to shout, to her. Who was it addressed to? The King himself, ordering him to live long? Jah? The Fates? What did people imagine determined the length of a king's life - pure randomness? If so, to whom were they appealing?

No, the length of this king's life wasn't going to be random at all. No daft sailing off playing pirate-hunter, no inappropriate battles, no letting assassins to him, no untreated illness, no exhaustion from overwork - and that was the real threat. Making sure that the king lived long was down to the Royal Guard, his physicians - and his wife. She had vowed to support, love, guide, advise and defend him, and she was going to do so, whether he liked it or not.

She rose to her feet - the next part of the ceremony was hers in any case. "Long live, King Cullan," she said clearly. The punctuation made it quite clear - this wasn't a vague and undirected wish, it was an order, to which the only acceptable answer was "yes, dear".
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Taarna
Rising to her feet, Taarna joined in the chorus of voices as they echoed throughout the abbey, "Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!"

The noise was deafening, madness, and musical, all at once.
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~CoH~Westmorland County Council Spokesperson~Holywell Mentor~
Juliannabariman
"Long live the King and Queen!!"
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Cullan
Cullan smiled to Jasmine as she spoke words similar to the ones she'd said the night before. There was a reason she was chosen to grant him his spurs...she was one of the few in England who held her duty as a Knight to it's full requirement. Then Chris, one of the longest-serving men in England, came forward. While he could not agree with much, the man had always been willing to serve - and sometimes that was what counted the most. He nodded to him in thanks, wrapping his fingers around the base of the orb.

He gave his niece a soft smile as she slipped the ring on his finger, it's great jewel almost cover the wedding band. He knew she didn't like it, but she did her duty to her country and hope that she, too, understood he was doing the same.

Lark's crooked smile and glare was enough to warn him. He knew she only referred to those she respected at the highest title she did respect - so hearing 'Your Majesty' come out in a tone not dripping with sarcasm was enough to shock him. So much so, he didn't grasp her issue until he had the sceptre laid across him. And...he was supposed to have a third.

It was a conundrum. He'd heard of men having three legs, but...never three hands. Instead, he slid the orb into his lap. That's where big metal balls were supposed to rest, anyway.

He had moved the first sceptre in the right hand when Rain placed the other in his left. It was all a bit strange, all these phallic symbols. Two rods, but only one ball. It made the King different from the rest, he suspected, but in the current status he just had to balance a lot of items. From what Kingship was already turning out to be, though, it was the duty of the King.

He flashed Kalens a playful smile as he brought forward the crown. The boy had always fought for the right of the smallest man. It was symbolic, then, that the defender of the weak should bring forward the symbol of the strong. He raised his eyes to Gawain as he brought the crown forward, with more words about how Jah gave him the right to be King. He wished he could change that bit, but...tradition was tradition. Here in Anatev-erm. England...we have traditions for everything... how to eat, how to sleep, even, how to wear clothes. He shrugged. Didn't have to make sense.

Then Gawain said to stand. He looked at him, then at all the things in his hands, then back to him. He did know that the King had a bad leg, right? With his hands full, plus having to balance the heavy crown on his head he had no way to get up on his own.

Then he turned. Taking the chance that he was shielded from view, he slipped the cross of the Orb into his teeth, both sceptres to his left hand, and used his right to force himself upright. It was a quick move, and he had all items back in the hands they needed before, he hoped, anyone had noticed what he'd done.

Standing, the King looked out on the people. His chest swelled with pride seeing them all gathered. It wasn't that he was King. No. It was that he wanted them to be proud of him. He wanted to live up to the expectations of him that they held this moment.

He didn't know what to say - if he even needed to say anything.

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‡English Ambassador to Greece‡Baron of Coombes‡Most obnoxious person in SussexWelcome to England.
Lavea
Lav wondered briefly why he didn't hand some items to his pages, but couldn't help but laugh at his alternative solution. It certainly showed some... alternative thinking. She admired his coordination in not dropping any.

She hoped the golden orb was tough, she knew most kings wanted to leave a mark, but teethmarks weren't what most meant
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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.
A.rose
She had made it through the rest in silence, and in a bit of reverence. A smile touching her lips as she joined in with the cheering rising to her feet with the rest of the crowd.

Long Live the King! Long Live King Cullan!
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Baronet of Lewes: Lady Protector of Rose Clan : Constant and True
Corsaira
Saira hears the shouts of "Long live the King" and can't quite bring herself to join in. Not that she doesn't want him to live long, but she knows his health, and even the youngest, fittest King never seems to last long. Such is politics. She shook her head sadly at the thought.

In the same way that she made her own oath at the last coronation, she said something a little different to everyone else, sincere and from the heart; another phrase often used in these circumstances.

"Jah save the King. He'll need all the help he can get. What a job. You wouldn't catch me doing it..."
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