(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Minstrel_boy

He hovered outside, watching and listening, until the nobles began to pour out, then he laughed and ran for the banquet hall, whistling as he went. He was to be first up on entertainment.

Siren

Siren says her oath to the newly crown King and Queen. She then waits for them to leave before making her own way out. She had been glad of the chance to sit and rest, but now she has to make haste to leave. All of this journeying is starting to take it's toll on her and she seems to feel tired a lot these days.
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Lavea

The party headed out of the Abbey and to the River where the Royal Barge stood ready to take them to the feast.

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Corsaira

Saira wasn't a noble; but she'd sworn an oath of her own sort before the last King and did so again. When it was done, she excused herself from Aleks' side and went to attend the Queen, who after all had a huge frock on and had to get into a barge.

"Bit like our nice picnic by the Embassy, eh your Majesties?"
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Cordelia

Kissing her children on the head until they saw each other again at the feast, Cordelia rises from her seat again to follow Cullan and assist him as needed.
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Izzy.

He peels off the oath queue when he's done and stands off to the side. Seeing Saira join the queen, he gives her a wave and a smile, but stays out of the way.

Taarna

Scurrying to follow the royal party, Taarna joined the rest of them as they headed out toward the feast. She knew she had duties there, and should stick close, as this was her first Coronation. Grabbing Kazzia by the hand, she took off and started following everyone as they headed out of the abbey.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia followed behind Taarna then turned back, Please? Check on Belle? She asked them following along. She couldn't believe the crowd was rushing about so. For goodness sakes, she thought, there is rarely a lack of food at a feast. Still she kept a tight hand on her skirt keeping a bit of a grip of a on the back of the skirts so that she didn't risk someone stepping on them.
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Kalens

Kalens practically skips out the Abbey with Miki in tow... those close enough hear him sing-songing..
Annnnnd.... now we're off to polly wolly doodle all the day...
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Fare thee well, my fairy dearie
For we're off to Londontown to see the new king's crown
Let's be singing, polly wolly doodle all the day!!
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Drestakil

Drestakil rose from his seat and moved forward in the line of nobles reaffirming their oaths to the new King. With that done, Drest smiled and thought to himself, 'I hope King Cullan has an easier time of it than some of his predecessors.'

He lost sight of Cornish and Kristin and decided to step outside and wait for them. He planned to find out if they were staying in London for awhile or going right back to Salisbury.
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Melanie_bolton

She follows Kalens out of the Abbey again grabbing Applus by his sleeve and making him follow them.

godmod with permission

Kalens

Smiling Kalens invites Melanie and Applus to ride in his carriage with himself and Miki to the Tower.
I wonder if we can beat the barge? he asks laughing. No no... much too dangerous on the crowded streets of London this day.
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Cullan

Before they left, Cullan slid his hand to the side, taking an item from the altar. He'd made a promise, and he planned on living to it. Joined with his new wife, the King walked the way slowly, under the pretense that he needed to smile and eve st those around, but really it was the throb in his leg and the growing pain in his gut. Nerves and lack of food, possibly, but it still hurt. He could see the gangway from where he was, which bright a sigh of relief. It was well supported. He wouldn't make a fool of himself trying to scale an old log. Turning toward Saira he muttered"aye. An' I donnae feel like a lad spanked by me tutor fer not doin' my studies."
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Aggnes.holifard

"Also, I doubt if we'll spend as much of the time lamenting the idiocy of the previous King. The music, tea and cakes part of it sounds good, though. I wonder if they'll serve that on board the barge? I ordered tea, but forgot the cakes."
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Melanie_bolton

Kalens wrote:

Really? You know we don't deserve such attention from you Kalens so it is very much appreciated!

She said while joining Kalens and Miki onto the Carriage.

We should try anyways.

She says laughing at the question.

I think you haven't introduced us to this Lady here. And if you have then I apologise for being so bad with names and faces.

(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Pennblade

Alfred tapped his staff faster, gathering the thundering of the hooves slamming into the ground. He backed up, and let the quarterstaff slide down his hand. He charged forward, quarterstaff lifted like a lance under his armpit.

“The brave knight charged into battle!” He shouted. “His speed was building as the distance between him and the dragon came ever closer! There was a great clash as the two collided! In the end, the dragon had suffered a nasty wound and fell to the ground.” Cheers erupted, and Alfred lowered his hands. They thought he was done? What kind of storyteller would he be if he didn't explain when the dragon died?

“People! The dragon still lived!” Alfred shouted. The people seemed to quiet down in shock. “Saint George realized this fact and turned to the princess, 'Dear lady, give me your girdle!' The princess did as she was asked, and Saint George rung it around the dragon's neck.

“Saint George and the princess returned to Silene with the dragon in tow, following the princess like a domesticated dog. The townsfolk shied away in fear as the two came forward. Saint George called to them, saying 'By the power of the High One, this day I have won! See your mighty enemy, beaten and brought low. Give your love to the High One and I will deal the final blow!'

“The people did as they were asked, and Saint George drew his weapon, the mighty Ascalon and dealt the dragon it's killing strike.”

Alfred stood quietly for a moment. He raised his quarterstaff, pointing out. “Where the dragon was slain in Silene, the king built a church to honor the Lord. It is said, that if you were to visit this church to this day, that a fountain inside the church will cure you of any ill.”

“Thank you for allowing me to tell my tale! Enjoy the rest of the parade!” Alfred shouted. He clapped as well, thanking the audience for their participation.
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Aldea

Aldea and Nigel had travelled up to London the night before and after a good nights sleep she rose early and crept over to her daughter Ashleigh who lay on a small bed at the foot of theirs at the Inn.

Aldea had persuaded Nigel that it would be a good idea to bring their eldest daughter along especially as she had met Cullan on a few occasions. Their three other children stayed at home and were being looked after by their nanny, with a lot of moaning and groaning saying it was unfair that they weren't going. After a lot of explanations saying it was going to be a long day and that they wouldn't find it that interesting and Matty saying that she had a special treat in store for them they finally accepted that it would be more exciting being home.

When told that she was coming Ashleigh jumped up and down with excitement and then promptly took hours to choose a dress that she would wear on the special day. Aldea was glad that she had chosen one of her newest dresses that her Aunt Joli had made for her.
As for herself Aldea too took an age choosing a dress but decided on the turquoise one which had been a gift from Nigel and was his favourite and it was rather regal and would fit the occasion.

Some time later they arrived outside the Abbey, and Aldea searched the many faces that were gathered there spying Micjo and waved hoping he would see her.

Clinging onto Nigel's arm and holding tightly her daughter's hand they ascended the steps.....
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Drestakil

Drestakil handed his horse off to the livery and made his way to the Abbey. How many times had he made this trip? This had to be the third or fourth time, but why count? He chuckled to himself and made his way up the steps, letting himself be carried along with the crowd.

Hmmm...was that Cornish and Kristin ahead of him? How many people that he knew would carry their own ale with them?
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Ashleigh

"Mama, Mama, look at all those horses don't they look magnificent, they are all decked out in colourful blanket type things. Oh look! their manes are braided too. I have never seen that before."

I gaze around and notice that everyone were in their bestest finery. I look down at my dress smoothing out the creases hoping that I looked as good. I had slept with rags in my hair ALL night , what a bind that was! But I suppose it was worth it as my hair was nice and curly and not my usual straight style. I held my head up high and stood proud as Mama had taught me and stood quietly by my parents side, taking in all the sights and sounds and yes even the smell of the horses, of course I am used to that, but I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose. I am glad that Daddy has started to teach me to ride.

I whispered to Daddy, "When will we see the King? Fancy Cullan becoming King, it is wonderful!"

Goodness we are going in! I held on tight to Mama's hand, I didn't want to miss ANYTHING! I am so excited!

Cornishbluebird

*I made my way to the steps of Westminster Abbey, my lovely wife, Kristin, was just behind me holding onto my hand so she didn't lose sight of me. The crowds were vast, all the peasantry had turned out in force to see the soon to be King make his way to his investiture and impending nuptials..*

"Stay close my love, we don't have far to go"

*i could see the rising towers of the Abbey in the near distance..*

"Look there is the Abbey"

*under my arm, i was carrying my barrel of Ale, no way could i forget that for such an event*
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Kalens

Kalens watched, his merriment growing as the parade wound it way getting closer and closer to the cathedral. His face beamed with a smile.. it was good to see the people so happy.
Leaning up against a wall in the shade wasn't an option anymore and he went to take his place to witness the nuptials... then to duck inside to ready himself for the coronation proper.
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Wildbill32

Bill made his way to the route and found the streets filled with people from all over the kingdom. He scouted out a fine place to watch the festivities as they passed before him. He shouted and waved to those in the parade he knew, and even some that he didn't know. He admired all the work going into putting on this event and took time to admire the crowd enjoying the event as well. It was a great day for England.
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Saraxb

Sara was really getting into this parade malarky! She was having a fabby time with her friends from Sussex and now that the hard work of planning and building the dragon was over, she could concentrate on enjoying the parade. Waving at the crowds lining the streets, Sara felt the organisation that had gone into the day was phenomenal. She had never met Lavea personally, but everything she had heard about the lady impressed her greatly, Jah knows that Sara would never have been able to even contemplate an event such as this! She grinned as more of their dragon team joined them.
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Annesolenn.wolback

Lost in the big crowd, Chambellan Anne-Solenn and Vice Chambellan Maewenn, were trying to find their way to the place where Anne-Solenn's friends were supposed to meet them. Their voyage from Kastel Paol had been horrendous, stormy winds and icy rains had them stay in their stuffy cabin, then the journey from Chard to London had not been any better. They'd had to stop at a wayside inn, because of a horse's loosing a shoe. The food had been disgusting and their beds had been infested with flees.

They'd got to London quite exhausted and very bad-tempered. But now, after two days in a very nice establishment, where the food and the beds where what food and beds should always be, they were anxious to take part in the festivities.

The noise was deafening, the parade was in full swing, there were dragons, horsemen and women, Anne-Solenn half regretted leaving their carriage. Finally, they made their way through the crowd and found a spot where they could see their friends coming and watch the parade at the same time. She chuckled and whispered to Maewenn:

Restons là, nous pourrons voir le défilé et mes amis pourront nous voir aussi... et au moins nous ne risquon pas d'être écrasées!**

** Let's stay here, we'll be able to watch the parade and if my friends come, they'll be able to see us... and at least we won't get crushed!

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Micjo

Mic chuckled every time Sibi let out a squeal of excitement or delight. A parade was meant for a six year old!! He had to admit it was an exciting event to watch himself. Sibi loved the horses, and practically jumped off his shoulders with every new rider.

Swini whispered in his ear...Try not to overexcite her too much, or you both will fall like a house of cards

He laughed and replied...

I'm not doing anything to overexcite her...she is this way all on her own!!..he chuckled

Just then he heard Sibi squeal out.. A Dragooon – I see a big dragoon

Mic laughed at her level of energy and excitement. He watched the dragon as it approached and saw it spewing golden liquid from it's mouth.

He leaned over and whispered into Swini's ear...I'm glad that golden liquid is coming from the mouth, and not the other end...he laughed.
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Elsbet

Along the bumpy parade route, the usually well-behaved baroness hooped and hollered in a most unladylike fashion especially when she saw recognizable faces. Maman would've been appalled.
*Ma chère fille! tsk tsk tsk
That thought brought a delighted grin upon Elsbet's face.

Unfortunately, her fancy Dragon Hat knitted by the church ladies teetered dangerously atop her head with every jostle. It was just a bit too big. Not wanting to fuss with it a minute longer, Elsbet tore it off her head and tossed it into the crowd..

*my dear daughter*
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Aria

Aria was running just a wee bit late, by the looks of a few folks with ale dripping from their hair and funneling from their long belled sleeves. Still, no one could chastise her. She'd like to see them mount a decorated horse in this outfit , while hauling a sack full of cups.

Urging her charger on, she ducked her head while riding past Lewe's fabulously beastly creation in honor of the day, and tossed cups from her sack into the waiting hands of the parade's onlookers. Cups! Cups to catch the Dragon's fire! For yer drinkin' pleasure! Long live the King!

Aria hoped that was decent enough, if something was more properly scripted for the occasion she'd left it back with her cloak and common sense.

((Raella had permission to mod Aria the rest of this thread))
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Jannie

Jannie was late. Again.

It seemed to be a regular thing. She would receive her invite in good time. She would ponder and procrastinate over the journey, the time, the weather, in fact just about everything, until, eventually the day she needed to make decisions would come and go and she would still be sat in the day room, or the garden, or anywhere other then a carriage, dressed in her finery, on her way to wherever she was suppose to be.

The problem was she had become such a recluse that she had forgotten how to behave in company and her friends from yesteryear where either dead, as good as, or had given up on her.

She glanced out of the window and sighed, she wasn't going to make the start of the parade but she could perhaps make the Abbey and at least then she would be in place for the wedding and coronation.

She rapped on the carriage Take me straight to the Abbey she sighed, wondering if perhaps she should have just stayed home, where at least she had the cows and the sheep and her son to keep her company.

The busiest place in the world, on the busiest day on the year and I'm alone and lonely, she muttered, shaking her head and fiddling with the lace on her dress
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Eumelia

Raising the flag of the Templars was not that easy at first as she had expected. The flagpole was a thick wooden rod, an it was quite long, in addition. On the upper end the flag itself was hanging: a heavy, black and white coloured drapery with the red cross of the Templars in the middle. Keeping it in her hands, trying to raise the standard higher Eumelia slowly realized she should have eaten even more meat...

Finally however, the wind caught the flag, and the emblem of the Order became visible from all parts of the procession. Eumelia felt pride.

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Daisydread

Daisy piped up after Taarna with a lopsided smirk, "Or perhaps this is simply the King's cunning way of calling his future wife a "Dragon" without actually saying it to her face!" She snorted and fell silent again. The implications involving the subduing and slaying of said dragon, well... she wouldn't touch with a 10-foot-lance.
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Aleksander75

Aleks stood with the other clergy in parade and greeted all of them before turning to Parson Jones, his assistant. The two of them discussed the up-coming wedding and what Jones would be doing as Aleks led the ceremony. Their conversation (entirety in Welsh )was interrupted by the occasional cracking of a joke, followed by the loud laughter of the two men, which only added to noise of the parade and the crowds.
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Sibil.la

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Sibi was seeing all from Uncle's Mic shoulders. She caught his hands in order to don't fall – Yes mamiiiiiiiiii, don't worry – she said excited.

She was watching all, people was chanting England, England, England, and Sibi was jumping at their tune.

Charriots, adorned horses, the streets were full of colours. - Look Uncle Mic that horsee – she said in a loudly voice – Mamii, Almodis look at that woman with that horse – she was looking everywhere and everywhere she found something amazing – A Dragooon – she started to jump sitted on Uncle's Mic sholuders – I see a big dragoon – Sibi started to move her hand in order to say hello to the dragon.

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Bhnapoleon

Devon Regiment marching next to Devon navy, Nap feel proud when he saw his brother and sister from Templars are organised. He yelled : Let's raise our flags high
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Goswintha

After a long journey and a lot of time without seeing her little daughter and Micjo, she was at least at England. The didn't have too much time to catch up, but they finally where at England. Swini was grateful that Mic had done the arrangements to find some room for all. Once all were ready they started to walk.

The streets of London were crowded, people for all around England were there, on the parade, ready to see the new King of England.

She walked close to Mic in order to don't get lost, she caught tighlty her dauther's hand – Try to not separate from us girls – she said.

They stopped on spot from which all of them could see the parade pass by. Mic, gently, picked Sibi and put her on his shoulders – Thanks Mic – she said Swini – Lucky girl! - said while smiling to Sibi – You are going to see all the parade. Try not to move too much my little lamb, or you are going to make him stagger – she caught tightly Almodis hand and put her the girl in front of her – You will see perfectly well from here – caressed Almodis hair and send a kiss to Sibi.

Then she whispered to Mic – Try not to overexite her too much, or you both will fall like a house of cards – she chuckled.

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Taarna

Aggnes wrote:

"Ah...that's true," remarked Taarna. "With all this excitement, I hadn't thought of that. I guess I'm still too new to living in Wales...and I should know that, really, being in the College of Heraldry!" Taarna smacked her own hand. She also knew exactly what Aggnes was referring to when she mentioned the use of the lance, but she didn't want to say anything improper. She was a Lady, after all, and attending a future Queen; as much as she would like to joke about such things, all impropriety must be set aside at this time.

"And so the Dragon of Wales shall conquer the Princess, and make her His Queen..." she murmured, more to herself than to the Princess. Yes...it made much more sense now. She smiled, then resumed waving to the thronging crowd, which seemed to enjoy waving back very much.
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Pennblade

Alfred was getting the crowd chanting. He needed to move into the next part of his tale, but he figured some national pride wasn't going to hurt. “England! England! England!” The chant began to catch and spread from his shouting. His tale wasn't over and he knew he needed it continued. In the meanwhile, he glanced forward as he walked. England was a cry that everyone could get behind, not just him.

He stopped trying to draw the crowd into a frenzy and began to get back to work. The parade wasn't slowing down and he needed to finish the story! He felt the pulse once more, his quarterstaff tapping against the ground. He focused and returned to Silene, turning his head upward a little more to catch the open air.

“A call went up to all in Silene! All of the King's gold and silver and half his kingdom for someone who would challenge the dragon. Not one in the kingdom of Silene would take the king up on his offer, so great was their fear of the dragon. So, the princess dressed as a bride, as was custom, and made her way to the pond.”

“It was at this time that chance brought Saint George to this place. He spied the princess and asked her,” His voice changed, mighty and noble, to take on the role of Saint George. 'What you do doing here, dear lady? Where do you travel to?'

Altering his voice once more, he lowered the tone, meek and regal, 'Oh dear knight, please be away, there's an evil here that comes today and everyday.'

“The brave knight shook his head and smiled. 'Today, and everyday I ride. Brave I be, for the Lord is at my side.'

'This is an evil that our Gods cannot face, an evil that won't be put into place. Go again, I say to you, save yourself! Take your memory of this place and put it on a shelf.'

“As the two spoke near the pond, their conversation drew the dragon out of the pond. It pounded the ground as it made it's way forward, spying the two as they spoke. It let out a great, monstrous roar, the like none have heard in Silene, or anywhere in England, nay, the world!” Alfred let out a loud, evil roar, making sure to alter the roar just a little to get people's attention.

“Brave Saint George turned and made the sign of the cross, and turned in his saddle... Spurring his steed ever onward to engage the foul creature!”

To be concluded....
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Lavea

Time Turner: 10 AM (Monday 27th):

Parade continues through the streets of London. Enjoy!

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Lavea

With the day well under way, the sun rising higher in the sky and everyone here Lav allowed herself to relax and enjoy the show. The counties had truely outdone themselves, and she had to resist the urge to try and run in front of the Sussex Dragon for an ale shower, and the sound of the beating of the Mercian dragons wings made her giggle with delight like a little girl. And the size of the Devon dragon. She knew she could happily spend all day admiring them and scrambling round them and seeing how they worked.

But there was so much else to see, Patan looked stunning on her horse, and hear. Songs drifted on the breeze and the tale of dragons and the Princess of Silene was only just begun, carried in snippets over the crowd. England had certainly done herself proud today.
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Amethise

Tahsa wrote:

Getting caught up in the merriment, Tahsa just noticed the Dragon in front spraying ale. Chuckling, she thought that was a very good idea. She ran to Amethise's side of the dragon and smiled. Tis a good thing I hid shortbread under all that fabric.. she said as she lifted the side up a little to show the baskets underneath. We can hand these out if you want?

She grabbed a basket and went back to her side of the dragon. She thought the lavender to be a perfect thing for such an event. The colors perfect to show serenity, grace and calmness. Of course they did smell lovely too. She was glad she was able to sneak in a gift of lavender shortbread and a bouquet of lavender and rosemary for the Royal couple before she got here.

It was starting to get a bit hot to her, perhaps the red dress was not a good idea for walking such a distance. Would she be able to make it to the ceremony on time? She was suppose to meet Alun there after the parade.

Amethise smiled when Tahsa appeared beside her. "Oh, excellent!" she grinned, as the baskets of shortbread were revealed. "So pretty, too! Thank you, I will hand these out -- and I may even keep one for myself!" She winked mischievously and chuckled, waving as Tahsa returned to her side of the wagon. Amethise had had a niggling feeling that she had forgotten something, in the last-minute rush of their arrival and finding their place in the parade, then all the excitement of getting under way. While planning the dragon, they had talked about handing out some sort of small treats along the route, and thankfully, Tahsa had clearly come well prepared!

She reached in behind the fluttering Mercian banners, took one of the baskets that was safely stowed away inside, hooked it over one arm and began to toss shortbread into eager, outstretched hands as she walked along -- while somehow still deftly managing to keep her skirt hem out of the dust. Weavers were dextrous…

The sweet, soothing fragrance of lavender drifted up from the basket, bringing with it a refreshing sense of calmness, even here, amongst all the chattering crowds, snatches of various music, the clatter of hooves and rumble of wheels over the cobbles. Looking down, she noticed a small, whole sprig of lavender at the bottom of the basket; she smiled and tucked it into her belt, as a reminder that it was possible to remain still and centred, even in the midst of all the merriment.
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Melpomena

Mel watched as Eumelia went to take her place as the head of Templar delegation. Returning to her companions, Mel nodded to Princess Patan and Lord Robin that arrived a few moments ago. She turned to Lady Revan as she spoke.

Revan_anne wrote:

"Aye, I'm amazed at the workload done on the dragon floats! I've forgotten what a sight a crowd of people can be as well ... it's very easy for friends and acquaintances to disappear."

"It's true, the dragon floats look very elaborate and colorful. A definite sign of many hours spent into their creation. I've always admired the artists that make such wonderful things." Mel paused for a moment and then added. "Oh, and I agree with you regarding the crowds. I've never really liked them as it's always difficult to spot your friends and neighbours. Hopefully, everyone will manage to find their groups and form the lines."

With that, another trumpet sounded and her companions mounted their steeds so she followed as well. Making herself comfortable, she tucked her cloak tightly around so that the colors of Devon Navy and the Templar symbol were clearly visible. It made her very happy and proud to be able to participate both as a sailor and a knight.

Staying alert and moving Morana to form a line, she awaited the Admiral's command.
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Isabelle_

Isabelle Faith Llewellynn bounced on her uncles shoulders. She was seeing the parade from really high, and she holded onto his hair so that he didn't drop her. She waved as Mama and her friends drived off. She seen Mama look back and blow kisses at them, and a pretty lady with blonde hair got near Mama to wave too. As Uncle Bub turned her she could see the dragon had spitted ale on a nice guy she met at her Aunt Aer's tavern once. She hoped he liked ale, Mama said it was good. Uncle BUB! It spitted ALE! Look! And they are throwing candies! LOOK!

Lady_nynane

She stops when she sees her cousin Vigfast facing the big dragon all alone. Scared it will eat him alive she lets out a gasp. But with to many people between them she cant do more then watch. She sees the dragon spray some yellow liquid over him and then notice Vigfast smiling she starts to laugh. Poking the person closest to her in the side, saying.
Thats my dear cousin Vigfast Valdemarsson.

She continues to chuckle but realizing the stranger probably things shes a lunitic she begs a courtesy and continues. Im very sorry I disrupted you.

Before she starts to move she hears a wonderful voice. At firts not able to hear what he sing just enjoying his voice she feels her cheeks reddening when shes close enough to understand the words.

Taliesin1017 wrote:

play the dragon song he'd picked.

A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.

(Chorus)
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?

Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.

Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.

Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!

With a slight blush and a giggle, Tali continued to sing, his fingers easily drawing the music from his lute. Now he told the story from the side of the dragon, his sweet tenor carrying easily over the crowd, being further from the other musicians in the parade.

Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me.
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree.
This ecology needs my and I know my place.
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.

Well, I came to this village to better my health
Which is ever so poor, despite all my wealth.
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.

(Chorus)
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
But my favorite snack mixed with peril is fraught.
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.

Av ätten Leijon Minister of Trade in Denmark

Patan

With the signal to mount up, Patan moved to one of the mounting blocks to climb up on to her steed. She didn't always use the block, but with her expanding waistline she didn't want to make a spectacle of herself by trying to get up on to the saddle and then failing. So she took all the offers of help she could get which, in this case, meant the assistance of a groom and the mounting block. Actually, she was only just beginning to show a little bump, and even that wasn't very evident in most of her clothes, so she quickly got up into the saddle. Spreading her skirts carefully, she worried that they covered most of the Devon Navy's insignia and all of the Knights Templar one, but when she looked on the other side of the horse, they were well displayed...and she would be amongst others with the same signals, so she was content.

Once in the saddle and settled, she glanced around for the others, noticing that Revan and Robin had arrived too. She gave them a smile and wave as she waited for the others to fall into line so that she might take her place.
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Taarna wrote:

Aggnes wrote:

"You know, some people would say you are riding with a dragon. Take a look at the arms Cullan did for this wedding, and think about the symbolism he used."

Taarna coughed and turned red as she gasped for air. "My Lady!" she said, in mock shock. "Have you not heard that there are tales of kind dragons, as well as wicked ones? Perhaps what some perceive as bad at this moment may be what saves us all in the end...if I may be so bold to say so. My Lady."

"Well, of course. The dragon is the symbol of Wales, the defender of Wales, and I'm Princess of Wales. Cullan wasn't around when I was burning iron for county prestige, so I expect that's the heraldic reference he's picking up on. Kind or wicked isn't really the point, it's whose side the dragon is on that matters, and there he is heraldically conquering the dragon and making quite sure it's on England's side."
She didn't mention the use of a lance for the purpose. Some of these ladies would get and enjoy the joke, others.... were ladies.

She frowned slightly. "I hope Cullan isn't trying to stand up for too much of the journey. That chariot looks very warlike, but it's got a seat, and he's supposed to be using it. Still, nothing we can do about it from here."
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Llyres

Beaming that Robin had managed to sneak away from the King, no easy task on a day like this, Llyres embraced him warmly, and also turned to welcome Revan Anne, when she heard the notes to rally and focused on her small marshaling task as Admiral of the Devon Navy.

Listening to Princess Patan who had arranged the line up of the steeds,
the Admiral signaled for the Navy members to mount their horses. The Devon Navy members rode the horses draped in blue and white the colors of the Devon Navy.
The members who also were of the Templar order had horses whose blankets also carried that signal.
A special blanket had been commissioned for the Count and council members who might ride with the Navy, too.

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Daisydread

The logistics of dresses didn’t allow Daisy much room to argue with their traveling plans and so she ruefully fell in line with the others to be herded onto the carriage. Given the option she would have happily wolfed down their collective of lead-based cosmetics just for the chance to walk unencumbered outside of their cramped prison-on-wheels. Enviously, she looked on as the functionally attired Maid of Honor vaulted herself onto the coachman’s seat. Daisy fanned herself with her hand and whined to no one in particular as she plucked impetuously at her dress, “How'd she get outta wearing one of these vexing contraptions?”

The parade activity and bridesmaids chatter melded into background noise as she quietly stewed in another fit of malevolence. The only event to illicit a positive remark was the appearance of her own county’s dragon. “An ale-breathing dragon! Brilliant!” She expelled a rather unladylike half-sigh, half-moan of pleasure, “MmmMm... if only we were in the crowd to receive it with our mugs, aye ladies?” Inspired, she snuck a furtive nip from her flask and silently praised her seamster for equipping her dress with several hidden pockets.

But with this group, they were going to need more than ale. Daisy had unofficially anointed herself as the Procurer of Refreshment and took the job more seriously than her real one — which was half the time sleeping and half the time drinking in taverns. Luckily, Kazzia’s maid was trailing behind their carriage in case of emergencies only. Daisy leaned out and gesticulated wildly, “Katiya! Emergency! Where’s our jahdamn refreshment?!” The maid scurried over, balancing a pitcher of ale and cups under her chin. Daisy watched her approach with an increasing scowl. She decided to hiss her displeasure, trying to be discreet in her verbal abuse. “No,no,no… it’s supposed to be the wedding tea I instructed ye to prepare, not ale ye vacant, empty-headed giglet!” Threatening a flogging, Daisy sent her off once again to acquire the necessary components, unaware of Katiya’s sly little smirk as she disappeared into the crowd.
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Cordelia

As the parade started, Cordelia accepts the groom's help to settle into her sidesaddle. Her mount was a dainty black mare she had recently purchased from Italy, draped in a caparison bearing the arms of the Royal House of McDermott.

She falls in behind the King as the parade starts, keeping a sharp eye on him, and seriously questioning the wisdom of whomever had decided it was a good idea to have a man who could hardly stand for any length of time, ride in a chariot that required him to stand for the length of the parade, before he has to climb stairs, stand and get married, proceed down the aisle of Westminster, then stand and sit at various times during the coronation, then expect him to be able to function at the feast after.
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Revan_anne

Melpomena wrote:

As Revan moved closer, she nodded to Mel and Nap before greeting Admiral Llyres.

“Good morning Revan! It's so good to see you. Are you feeling excited about the Parade?“ Mel inquired politely smiling at Revan.

She smiled and nodded. "Aye, I'm amazed at the workload done on the dragon floats! I've forgotten what a sight a crowd of people can be as well ... it's very easy for friends and acquaintances to disappear." Along with one's husband, she thought to herself, looking around for a certain tall count.

Robinoflocksley wrote:

"Revan, it's good to see you again!"

Revan found herself in another grin. How easy the expressions of happiness seemed to come out amongst friends ... a pleasant surprise from what she had expected to occur today. "Thank you Robin, it's good to see you as well!"

Rev noted some new arrivals including the Lady Patan and Lady Eumelia, and took a step to greet them further but was stopped by the bugel sounding out. Offering a wave instead to them, she mounted her steed and awaited the order of the Devon Admiral for movement.
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Anjolique

She sat, trying to peer out the window to catch a glimpse ofthe dragon floats, but with so many skirts filling the interior of the carriage it was sometimes difficult to see one's own hand, not to mention the wall of the carriage or anything beyond it. It was nice to be fully dressed up again for such an event as many an evening it was all she could do to look presentable after a harrowing day at her office, so she more than welcomed the opportunity to let it all go and enjoy herself. An indication was given from Kazzia and Joli nodded nervously, but boldly stood and wrapped her small fingers around a sturdy support within before leaning out of the carriage. She smiled broadly, showing her beauty to the people and waved like a flower in a summer breeze, the air flowing through her golden hair streaming it behind her. Losing track in the excitment she giggled and hoped her hair wasn't in anyone's face but then saw Taarna leaning out the other direction so was happy she didn't have to shift position. Some people in the crowd seemed familiar and she tried to wink, but it was difficult to make direct contact with all that was going on.

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Robinoflocksley

With a bow and a smile, Robin thanked the King and made his way through the crowd, keeping the small knot of blue and white in sight as he made his way through.

Coming up from behind the group, Robin grinned and snuck up, resting his hands on his wife's hips and leaning around to kiss her cheek briefly before releasing her. "I'm not too late, am I love?"

With a nod of thanks to one of the other sailors, the Steward accepted the reins to a horse. "Revan, it's good to see you again! Hello, Eumelia, Melpomena, Patan." Looking at Llyres again, he grinned, saluting her. "At your command, Admiral!" When the order was given, he mounted and followed with the rest of the Devon Navy in the parade.
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Jasmine.

Jasmine could not hear much of what was going around her as the chatter and noises were growing higher as the crowd grew. She looked beside her and grinned as she saw Dame Deema the Commander of the Sussex Army and behind them the joint forces of the Navy and Army. The way they were and should always be, shoulder to shoulder.

She smiled proudly of both forces and the soldiers and sailors who were gathered representing their County forces.

She looked over the other side where Knightly Orders where gathered. She was happy to see Sir Allyn and Sir Tucker leading the squires and Apprentices of their worthy Order among the other Knights.

She scanned the area as her habit dictated as always. While the crowd was grand and the Dragons made it even more crowded with the many Armies, Knights and Royal Guards. She was proud of England coming together in a festive occasion. Her mind drifted to another time and another crowd for a moment before she brought her attention back to focus.
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Eponine_llewellynn

The streets of London were severely congested and her carriage bearing the coat of arms of Crowcombe and the Llewellynn family struggled to make its way towards Westminster. Eponine hardly noticed, as she was far away in her thoughts. The seat next to her was empty and her hand rested on its cushion. "Milady, I am ever so sorry that you will be slightly late.", the driver said, as they came to a stop once more. "Do not worry. I probably should have left earlier from Crowcombe.", she replied. She would miss the start of the parade, but she would be on time for the wedding and coronation ceremonies. As they finally arrived, Eponine disembarked the carriage and smoothed the fabric of her pale green dress. She made her way through the crowd, until she found a spot where she would see the parade, while looking out for family members who she could join later on in the Abbey.
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Jessa.jane

Aggnes wrote:

Kazzia_llewellynn wrote:

There are people everywhere! I've never been in the midst of it. I've stood to the side cheering and clapping my sister and brother, but I have never stood on this part of it.

She smiled at both of the women understanding both their experiences though she hadn't had such of her own. For a moment she thought of each one them in the carriage and Saira riding up front. Each individuals with different experiences and yet each together celebrating a monumental event . And in the mist of them a Queen no less, who too was once like them simple girls, ladies. She wondered if Aggnes had ever thought she would be a queen and as she looked at the others wondered if maybe one day one of them would be a queen as well.

She looked out to see what the queen had reacted to and saw the liquid gold, as she called it.

Aggnes wrote:

"I hope that's beer...."

A laugh came from her she couldn't hold back as the thought of anything but ale was something that hadn't come to her mind. Quickly she changed the laugh to a smile and thought about the waving. She wasn't worried as much about the waving as she could switch from one hand to the other as her hands and arms were use to long hours working with her butcher's knife, but just in case she would make sure when she saw the others start waving she would take small breaks.
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Lyskard_llewellynnmd

The long ride to London had been wrought with mishaps, first a wheel became dislodged from it's axle that had taken the driver Dilwyn, and a few passersby some time to repair, then low and behold some miles further along the road, a bunch of hapless robbers placed their lives in their hands by attempting waylay a really flustered Dilwyn and his irate passenger to relieve him of his belongings ! To them, just one lone man in a carriage was going to be easy pickings...no so. The shouts from the robbers, coupled with the curses from Dilkwyn, really P.... ... annoyed it's passenger. Lyskard jerked the carriage door open with such force that the horse and rider that had came close to that side of the carriage reared up on it's back legs in surprise, in turn unseating its rider to the ground. Lys leapt out, swung a fist at the stranger who was fighting to regain his feet, only to be greeted by a sleeping aid. At the same time, unseen by Lyskard, a second would-be robber was struggling with a very annoyed Dilwyn and the small woodman's axe he was wielding in his hand threatening to disengage his head from the robbers shoulders. With one out of action, the second persuading dilwyn he prefered to be kept intact bodily, Lys turned to the last of the robbers with the look of the devil in his eyes brandishing his unsheathed sword. That seemed to convince the third robber that this was not going to be his lucky day, swinging his horses head around and desserting his luckless companions for a safer environment. That left the one left to make good his escape. Sadly he failed, Dilwyn caught him a blow to the side of the head the rendered him unconscious. ' That's it.. leave them where they lay Dilwyn.. we're late as it is ! '

Finally with no further interruptions to their journey, they arrived at the tower gates as the parade was in full swing. Lyskard quickly disembarked from carriage, too late to join his fellow Naval officers.. decided to join the throng of well wishers lined along the road. As the royal carriage came into view, Lys weaved his way through the tight throng to get a better view. She had wrote telling him she would be in the carriage as one of the bridesmaids . A beaming smile adorned his features when he saw her. His hand raised waving vigourously...knowing that as tall as he was, if she glanced his way there was a slim chance she would notice him. Then another sound caught his attention. Lys diverted his eyes to the voice and with a big happy grin smiled... his niece was sat on Seth's shoulders, waving and calling to him.

Lys pushed his way through the crowd to where Belle was perched fighting against Seth's grip.. Belle ! how are you dear? 'tis good to see you again. Lys paused to greet Seth and Gwyn Greetings Seth..Gwyn a beautiful day for the parade in it not... and Belle here, she looks well. Let me take her so she can see her momma from a higher vantage point. Lys held his hands out to her as she was finally allowed to leave the shoulders of Seth. Now petal, let us see if we can get a nice sight of momma in that big carriage with the queen, sahall we, then afterwards we get some candies...and if we lucky maybe some chocolate. Seth and Gwyn gave glances at him and catching their eye gave a nod to say he would look after Belle, leaving them to enjoy the day to themselves.
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Saraxb

Sara frankly was amazed at the finished Sussex dragon as it slowly rolled along through the parade. When she had last seen it, only the infrastructure had been put together, and clearly she had not been paying enough attention to all the details the rest of the team had come up with! She was glad that reopening her carpentry shop to help construct this dragon had been worth it though.

Sussex was never able to keep any idea simple and their dragon was no exception! Sara was working on plans to get herself a mug of ale that was being sprayed into the crowd. Maybe she could ask one of the manly men that walked alongside their dragon to get one for her? They had worked hard doing all the heavy construction of the dragon, so the least they could do was reward them with a part in the parade.
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Elsbet

Elsbet felt a slight lurch and a little tilt as the massive mama dragon began to pull Baby's nest but once the float began to move steadily forward, the baroness' fear of her cake sliding off its nest dissipated. She began waving to the cheering, ale-soaked crowd while Paulie and Gus kept pokey fingers away from Baby

"'Tha's fer afters. Naw worries!"

"Bu'.. izzit real, Mister?"

""Aye tis an' no touchin' or d'ya wants ta be called Lumpy? Run along to yer Ma!!"
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A.rose

She cheered loudly and gave a wave to the people in the parade as they moved past her, and then as she saw the Sussex dragon and the Ale that it shot from its mouth she cheered even louder! She was proud of everyone who had worked so hard on the creature, and it made her pleased to see that work come together. Though she was interested in the other counties dragons as well, none could compare -at least to her- as the one from home.

The carriage carrying the Ladies brought up the rear and she gave another wave to the ladies within and aimed to catch sight of the almost Queen. Though she did decide to start weaving her way through the crowd in order to keep up with the parade as she didn't wish to be left behind on the streets for the clean up.
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Elliejune

Ellie and Merthyn arrived together at the site of the parade. They made their way through the crowd as best they could, trying to get to a point where they could see the procession. Ellie wanted to make sure Cullan could see her waving. She'd brought some smoked fish which was her custom for Kings hailing from Sussex. Though she didn't understand much about politics, Cullan had always been kind to her, even coming to her defense when a stranger became intoxicated and belligerent in the tavern.

As she squeezed through the hordes of people, Ellie lost Merthyn's hand. She didn't realize he wasn't following until she found a position along the route. She looked for him but decided she should stay put so he could find her. It was much easier to find a stationary target in a crowd! Ellie alternated between watching the procession and looking into the faces of the crowd for Merthyn. She hoped he wouldn't worry!
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Tahsa

Amethise wrote:

The jolly Mercian dragon rode proudly on his wagon as the wheels trundled noisily over the cobbles; beneath him, trimming the four sides of the vehicle, brightly coloured County banners fluttered gaily in the breeze. Amethise walked alongside, resting one hand lightly against the wagon; it helped her keep pace with its movement along the route, as well as being able to keep a watchful eye on the dragon. With her free hand, she lifted the hem of her skirt slightly off the ground, so that it didn't gather too much road dust (she should have thought of that when dressing for this event, but too late now… and as long as she didn't walk over anything worse than dust, it would be all right…).

At one point, she thought there was a rain shower up ahead, but it was the wrong colour, and… oh. The Sussex dragon was spraying ale from its mouth! Now, that was a clever effect!

In the end, both their wagon driver and a burly young fellow who had assisted with the heavy lifting had opted to stay on for the parade, one to guide the wagon and horses through the streets, while the other acted as 'handler' for the dragon; he was doing a good job of it too, holding on to the leash around the beast's neck and tweaking it every so often, causing the head to nod slowly up and down and the wings to move. The swathes of lurid green fabric that formed the wings rippled and made a swishing sound whenever this happened… then the fellow would grin from ear to ear and relax the leash, only to tweak it again a few moments later. Watching his performance, Amethise chuckled; clearly he was enjoying himself -- in fact, both of the men seemed happy to be part of the parade. She wondered idly whether her casual hint of unlimited free ale later had anything to do with their buoyant mood… then quickly chided herself for being cynical. They were simply happy to be here, as well they might be, on such a grand occasion!

She peered across to the other side of the wagon, to see how Tahsa was faring.

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Allyn.brightpoint

The parade had started, and Allyn spied his fellow members of the Knights of Saint George near the Lewes contraption. The Lewes dragon team had done a remarkable job of creating a fantastical creature that looked as amusing as it did dangerous.

Brightpoint urged him mount to move between the floats and the marchers, blending in with the rest of the order after a hasty ride from Lewes.

Sorry I am a bit tardy, lads, We were hammering the last bit of the new dock down and opening it for business.

How are you all doing?

As they rode, Allyn's eyes darted about, looking constantly for anything that should be and wasn't or anything that was and shouldn't be.
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Kazzia

(ooc:misposted sorry) (if a critter sees this feel free to cull it if you are able.)

Liam_marcus

Liam looked in the direction his mother was pointing ans thought he spotted the man she was speaking about. Walking in that direction he stopped by the man and asked Excuse me,but are you Johnathan? I am Liam Leone Soldati Dragons son of Irish if you would come with me I will take to you where we are all gathered.
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Galrador

As he watched King Cullan get in his chariot and ride away with the parade, he doubted for a moment if he should stay with the group, or join his fellow Mercian's and their dragon down the line of the parade. Looking back to the end of the line, he could spot the different dragons from the Counties, including the one from Mercia. Looking down the parade also made him realize it would take quite some effort to get back there. While that wasn't his main concern, he was more worried about not being able to get back through all the people when needed, so he decided to stay with the Kings entourage instead. Walking with the parade, he tried to spot some familiar faces, but it was hard to see anyone in special through the masses that had come out to greet the King and Queen.
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Isabelle_

Belle was so excited, Gwyn and Seth put her in the prettiest dress she had, one that looked like Mama's new dress from Italy, and a hat, and her gold shoes, and took her to London to see the parade for the new King adn Queen. She'd seen Uncle Louis when he was Heir, now there was a new one. She watched and got candy and monies, and Seth picked her up cause the dragons were huge! One if spitted ale on her. It also throwed candies, taffy, like the ones Mama made earlier in the week. Gwyn got her a red one. Another one thorwed flower parts. It smelled pretty. She waved at Mama when she saw her in the big carriage, all the ladies were so pretty, and Gwyn said the one in the gold dress who said Hello was the Queen to be, And Mama was holding one ladies hand, that must be her bestestest friend. She said, Lady Ll...Lady l. Mama's friend. As they waved she waved hard, and some of them blew kisses. She clapped and cheered loud so they'd hear here. Then she saw her uncle Bub coming. She wanted him, he would know who everybody is. She wiggled and squirmed, but Seth, had a grip on her. ''

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Bella_sophia

Bella smiled as her Aunt came up to them and nudged her mother, Aunt Mal you found us. Mom look Aunt Mala is here. I don't think she minds you being late,we weren't exactly on time either,but at least the King and Queen have not yet arrived so we are all on time.
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Gawain59

As the parade began to move, Gawain followed and walked in step with some of the others.

Having participated in the Coronation ceremony many times, he had also been part of many parades too, so he walked with ease and looked around as he walked, waving to those he knew.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia smiled as Taarna squeezed her hand, Aye, it's magical. I think we're supposed to be waving ladies. She looked to the Princess for confirmation. The dragons were massive, with the Knights all around, the royal guards, the carriages, the minstrels, the armies, navies, councils, and the crowds gathered. The smells of fresh pies, sweets, and ale covered the usual scents of the city, and if she wasn't mistaken she smelled rose in the mix. Waved as she saw some of her staff waving the family flag in the wind. Her eyes teared up when she looked down and saw Gwyn had brought Belle to see her in the carriage with the Queen to be and all the pretty ladies. Her daughter had been so sick she'd feared she wouldn't be able to come, and the poor child had wanted nothing more. She tugged Taarna's hand and pointed ahead and to the front sitting high on Seth's shoulders. Look! That's my daughter! In the red and gold dress like mine, black hair, blue eyes, on the really tall man's shoulders, standing near enough to the road. She must've seen her uncle or one of her aunt's she's a shilling and some candy. She leaned out the window a bit and blew a few kisses to her daughter as she neared, Seth was pointing to her, and Belle's eyes grew quite big. Hullo Belle! She called a bit more loudly than was lady like, but they'd deal with if someone disliked it, later. She waved and then pulled herself back in and dabbed her eyes. It was such a pleasant surprise to see her today. She's been sick, she told the ladies, but she wanted to come so badly. Just in time!
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Aggnes.holifard

"We wave, yes, ladies," Aggnes agreed. "Take turns, though, we've got a long time to keep waving."
She peered out in the direction Kazzia indicated. "Your daughter? Yes, I see her. Hello, Belle!" She waved to the child, keeping one hand on the canopy struts for support, and smiled back at Kazzia. "You know, some people would say you are riding with a dragon. Take a look at the arms Cullan did for this wedding, and think about the symbolism he used."
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Taarna

'Twas a bit cramped for space, what with all of the attendants to the Princess, but with Kazzia's idea for entering the coach, things had worked out very, very well. And an interesting coach it was, indeed, with seating that seemed to be custom-made expressly for this occasion and specifically for a large amount of passengers. Everyone settled in, with Princess Aggnes in the middle, and the ladies all fussed over her, straightening her beautiful gold dress so that it wouldn't wrinkle, making sure that every hair was in place, and assuring that she had a handkerchief available, should the need arise for one.

The horses jerked to a start, and they all let out a little gasp. Taarna breathed in a deep breath, then let it out, looking at everyone in the carriage with her. Some were smiling, some were looking around curiously. Well, she supposed that they were all most likely as nervous as she was. This was a coronation, and a wedding, after all!

Catching Princess Aggnes' eye, she gave her a big smile. She then followed Aggnes' gaze to see the dragon floats up ahead in the parade. They were so big! This was like nothing she had ever seen before. Taarna couldn't help but lean up from her seat, and peer out the window of the carriage at the magnificent dragons as they moved in front of the rest of the people who were participating in the parade. Amazing...all these armies, gathered together...and she could hear the strains of some harp music playing as well. She knew that her group was walking alongside the carriage, ready to sing the bride up to her future husband, but that would be at the end of the parade.

In the meantime, it was time to look around, and behold the wonder of everything from this new perspective!

She held onto Kazzia's hand. "Isn't this marvelous?" she whispered. "It's like a fairytale!"

Looking out into the huge crowd of people, she recognized quite a few people that she knew. She was looking for Steei, but she hadn't seen him yet. As the carriage moved along and turned the corner, they saw an even better view of the Dragons. It really was amazing that anyone could build such a thing!

Looking back out into the crowd, she saw people waving at the carriage. Some she recognized vaguely, but most not at all. Still, what would it hurt to wave back? Just at that moment, Princess Aggnes stood and how she managed not to fall was beyond Taarna's comprehension. She mentioned something about the dragon ahead, and, sure enough, the crowd seemed to be on the receiving end of a shower of gold from the dragon's mouth. At least it didn't appear to be fire, and as the Princess said, she hoped it was, indeed, beer. Well, there was some refreshment for those who were thirsty...and hopefully those who weren't could get out of the way quickly before they got wet!
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia sputtered and gasped right along with Taarna when the Princess spoke. She quickly raised her pretty handkerchief and hid her face behind it until she could school her expression, eternally grateful that Taarna had answered, when Kaz wasn't sure she had words. Exactly how did one respond to that? She needed to look into diplomacy classes at the University, clearly she'd missed one Taarna had taken. She laughed slightly and waved a bit more. If she ever let herself simply say her first thought she was going to rot in Newgate. The queen to be had chosen poorly if she chose Kaz for a diplomat. I'm sure that's not true, your Highness. He wouldn't...she stopped there and smiled brightly. But the Queen did say be pretty and kind, that Kaz could do, so with a renewed smile and a laugh she lifted back up next to Taarna and took her turn waiting, she'd cheerfully sit when another lady wanted a turn.
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Taarna

Taarna's attention was quickly brought back from the dragon when Kazzia pulled on her hand and pointed out her daughter in the waiting crowd.

"Oh Kaz...she is so beautiful, just as you said!" smiled Taarna. She looked around at the other ladies, waving, and then leaned out along with Kazzia to wave at little Belle. She blew her a little kiss and hoped that she saw it.

She saw Princess Aggnes waving to Belle as well, which she thought was very kind.

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"Your daughter? Yes, I see her. Hello, Belle!" She waved to the child, keeping one hand on the canopy struts for support, and smiled back at Kazzia. "You know, some people would say you are riding with a dragon. Take a look at the arms Cullan did for this wedding, and think about the symbolism he used."

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Vigfast

Kissed by a dragon.

As a foreigner had Vigfast hard to get together symbolism of this parade of lavish color and odd things. What was the symbolism of all the dragons here? He was just about to ask a gentleman he said hello to, at a tavern yesterday. Think his name was Michael ..
When a young messenger came with a parchment seal fitted with three crowns. Thought to commotion in the street, he stopped to read, caught and a little surprised by the contents, he forgot for a moment the outside world. He noticed during a key second that suddenly he was left alone on the street when everyone went aside. Amazed, he looked up, face to face with a dragon ... quickly followed by a flood of beer.
Dripping with beer he smiled ... well that letter was worth cheering for. Skål ! he shouted after the dragon who was already on her way away... He licked his lips not bad not bad at all.
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-Breeder of bastards
-Chief of the Swedish Navy
-Chancellor of Denmark and Sweden
-Head of the House Leijon
Bastard lineage by King Valdemar Birgersson of Sweden and Princess Jutta of Denmark
-Spiritual leader of the cult of the Old Gods in the north.
-Captain of The Horny Widow
-Collector of nicknames £ 5 to see the collections I have probably earned them all ...

Taliesin1017

Tali started to move with the dragon float, pleased at the way the rose petals came from the mouth, and at the vast wings that gave it the impression of flying. And the whole thing was nature oriented and definitely appealed to his own tastes, with the small birds and butterflies attached to look like they were flying around it and the flowers and ivy draped over the dragon.

As they started walking, happy that the cart and dragon wasn't too heavy to help pull with the rope, he grinned when he saw Breena waving, and he waved back, before moving fingers to his lute and starting to play the dragon song he'd picked.

A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.

Well, I'm really quite kind almost all through the year.
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.
But a birthday needs sweets as I'm sure you'll agree.
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me

As it happens our interests are almost the same.
You see I'm really quite skillful at managing game.
If I ate just your men, would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.

Now, the number of babies a woman can bare
Has limits. That's why my pruning's done there.
And an orphan's a sad sight and so when I much.
I'm careful to eat only virgins for lunch

The bard grinned out at the crowd as the song finished, but his fingers didn't let up, shifting easily back into the start of the song, playing a few bars before starting the song up again, with the full intention of keeping it going until the parade was over.
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Eumelia

Melpomena wrote:

“Lady Eumelia, please take this standard and bear it proudly“, Mel said handing the flag to Eumelia. “The colours and the emblem might seem modest, giving the flag survived the long journey from Croatia, but the honour of bearing our colours is far great. We light the way“, Mel finished with their moto and smiled at Eumelia.

Eumelia took the standard feelingly, bowing again slightly towards her.

- I will bear it proudly, Lady Mel, I promise. Let our flag shine and wave glouriously in the wind of our beloved Country, proclaiming the valour of the Sacred Order of the Templars. We light the way.

Finishing her words with the same moto, Eumelia took leave of her superior, Admiral Lyres , Princess Patan and the others, and grabbing the flagpole firmly she moved to find her place at the head of Templar delegation.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia couldn't help but smile as Saira climbed up with the driver, she wished she's been able to do the same, oh the things you could see from a higher height. She checked to ensure all the ladies boarded the coach in some way or another, then took the footman's hand and stepped in herself, tucking her skirts about. There are people everywhere! I've never been in the midst of it. I've stood to the side cheering and clapping my sister and brother, but I have never stood on this part of it. She said to Jessa Jane with a grin. She laughed happily when the Princes stood, she heard Aggnes mutter she hoped that was beer and laugh heartily. The people were cheering and Kaz clapped with glee, spotting small red, yellow, and orange taffies in children's hands and men darting out to grab ones laying about. They were apparently doing well! Yes, ma'am, that's ale! They worked long hours to work that one out! What fun it would be to be up where she is pulling the levers, how many lasses can say they saw the coronation parade from inside a dragons' mouth? She laughed.
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Aggnes.holifard

Jessa.jane wrote:

Her eyes were everywhere taking everything in and to everyone in the carriage and yet no one in particular she spoke. Have you ever seen so many people at one place before in your life? She had hoped she would be able to catch site of her husband and family along the route but now wondered just how with so many people in attendance.

"Not so many happy people, no," Aggnes responded. "This many people, yes, when we had ten CA armies occupying Liverpool, but they weren't all that happy. There may have been this many at the last coronation, I'm not sure, but I don't think so. No dragons to attract them then."

A fanfare was heard from ahead, and she listened appreciatively. "I was afraid we were going to miss the music, with that being up the front, but those trumpeters are around the Sussex dragon, I think. Maybe a knight is about to challenge it?"

She half-stood, holding on to one of the curved supports of the carriage canopy, then pulled herself fully upright. "Not too bad. No harder staying on your feet than at the helm of a ship, better view for me, and of me. Right, what's that dragon doing? oh!"

There were screams from the crowd. The head of the huge Sussex monster had turned to one side, clearly visible to those behind it in the procession, and a stream of golden liquid was spraying from its mouth. "I hope that's beer...."
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Michael_

Michael eventually arrived in London, quite tired from the journey.

As he looked down the street he sighed to himself, having made it just in time for the parade. He stood off to the side to observe the dragons, especially keeping an eye for the Mercian Dragon.
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Breena

Bree made her way through the crowds, slowly following the parade as she made her way to Westminster Abbey. The sights of London were quite grand. Along the way she purchased a pasty, not having eaten since she left Devon, and munched on it as she walked.

On her way she saw a familiar face in the crowd and approached him. Michael! How nice it is to see you! You look quite dashing. Are you attending the coronation? I'm just making my way toward the Abbey.
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Corsaira

Saira saw Aleks waving and waved back. While they were mustering, it seemed that people were relaxed and greeting friends, but then there was a sense of purpose, the sounds of music and trumpets, and Saira realised that it was time to set sail... in a manner of speaking.

She heard Aggnes talking about the carriage, and Kazzia's suggestion that Saira climb in to help - but as Amerys had asked for assistance from grooms and footmen and the weather was fine, Saira had other ideas. "Well I don't mind riding up top as I haven't skirts on. I'll ride up with the driver to give ye all room for yer gowns in there."

Once all was ready, Saira hopped up onto the coach seat as if it were the rigging of a ship, and smiled. The late spring air was fresh, and it was good to be on the deck in such weather. You got a good view of the throng from the top of the carriage also - there were so many people and so much chatter it was hard to concentrate, and she rather wanted a little time to herself.

Once the ceremony started, all eyes would be on King and Princess... and Bishop. She murmurs a quick prayer to Jah - she knows Aleks very well and knows he will be calm, not anxious, about the role he has to play, but that said, he does sometimes have a tendency to clumsiness. Endearing to her usually, but perhaps not today. She had taken up his vestments a few inches since the last time, so hopefully if his various priestly garments could be kept under control he'd be fine.

As the parade set off towards Westminster Abbey, Saira allowed herself the leisure of looking at the parade; what she could see of it anyway. There were musicians, singers and bards and other performers, and amazingly for English April the weather was kind enough to permit it.

She spied her sister Elsinore, paraded with the Sussex Army. She had a jerkin on that looked like a hand-me-down, but a decent-looking sword and shield. Saira beamed with pride. Everyone seemed determined to be the best.... whatever they were, that they could be.

She peered around to see if Westmorland's dragon had arrived. She'd not be able to parade with it as she was maid of honour, of course, but she'd made a few suggestions on its design, and was keen to see the finished beast.
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Anneke

The streets were thronged with people. Anneke was already late and now she was starting to get sticky with worry that she wouldn't reach Westminster Abbey in time for the ceremony if she couldn't get through these crowds. Her carriage kept stopping and then jerking forward a few yards before being stopped again. "I knew that I should have found lodgings actually in London last night, rather than stop in that inn on the way," she muttered to herself as she craned her next out of the window. The carriage edged forward a little way, but then stopped. Sitting there, she thought about just turning round and going home; after all, nobody would miss her, especially if she wasn't actually there to start with. But she'd come all the way from Liverpool, and it seemed a pity to miss the event. Besides which, it would probably be just as difficult to turn round as it was to go on. Drumming her fingers on the sill, she sat and listened to distant music and cheers, and wondered what she was missing and whether she'd ever get to the Abbey in time.

As it happened, she did, because a few minutes later the street cleared a bit - enough so that the carriage was able to move again. It finally stopped in a little street off the main thoroughfare, so she climbed down and made her way towards the front of the Abbey to wait for the procession.
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Catriona_mackenzie

As the parade began, Catriona neatly stepped along. It was all a rather marvellous spectacle and she almost wished she was standing in the crowds that lined the street to watch it all pass. It had only been her curmudgeonly tendencies that had kept her away in the past and she regretted that sorely. A natural smile of delight beamed across her face, for who could resist the swell of joy and happiness that came when so many were present in celebration. "Have ye been to one of these events before? Is it always like this?" she asked the other clergy that she paced alongside, her excitement and wonder evident in her lilting tone.
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Amethise

Eumelia

When she heard Mel's words Eumelia hardly believed she understood them well. Leading the Knights Templar and carrying their flag in the parade was a huge honor, an award that a young knight would have never ever dreamed of. She blushed slightly, then answered to her .

- Having such a Knight task is a much bigger honour than I deserve, Lady Mel. However, I would be more than proud to lead the Knights Templar and march as their standard-bearer. Thank you very much for your trust.

Finishing her words she bowed towards her Perceptor.
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Calisa

They were moving!! She gave a squeal of delight as Rae gave the dragon roar, and after she did that the musicians that trailed with the dragon started up the Fanfare! She listened for a little big till the timing was right and more people were gathered and the parade was officially begun. Timing was crucial after all...

She figured the dragon had at least 3-4 good spurts in it, and so at that right moment she pulled the Lever and watched as golden ale spewed forth from the dragons mouth, not too far from where she laid and the other lever helped to turn the head only slightly so it got to the sides as well. She held it for a few moments as the sunlight caught the liquid making it almost look like a liquid fire had come spraying forth! Hopefully everyone had their cups out and ready!
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Melpomena

Eumelia wrote:

- Having such a Knight task is a much bigger honour than I deserve, Lady Mel. However, I would be more than proud to lead the Knights Templar and march as their standard-bearer. Thank you very much for your trust.

Mel's eyes beamed with satisfaction and pride at Eumelia's acceptance. She will make an excellent Knight, perhaps even a Perceptor in her own right some day, Mel thought knowing Eumelia's work ethic and dedication.

“I'm so happy you accepted this task, Lady Eumelia. Now, before I let you run off and take your place at the head of Templar delegation, I would like you to take this“, Mel said and went to her horse to retrieve an item from a leather satchel tied to Morana. Inside was the Templar flag that Eumelia will bear. Retrieving it, she returned to the girl.

“Lady Eumelia, please take this standard and bear it proudly“, Mel said handing the flag to Eumelia. “The colours and the emblem might seem modest, giving the flag survived the long journey from Croatia, but the honour of bearing our colours is far great. We light the way“, Mel finished with their moto and smiled at Eumelia.
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Pagan

It was getting more and more unbearable by the minute. Pagan was sweaty, trembling and what the... NOW she was seeing dragons too! Did anyone else see the beasts? Probably not, she mused gloomily.

That's it! She had fought the good fight as long as she could, but enough was enough! Even common sense dictates that when the dragons appear, it is high time for medication - to hell with possible disciplinary board actions! There was really no way to do it secretly in this crowd, but Pagan was past giving a toss - she was dying here, for crissakes!

With trembling hands she produced the flask from her breast pocket, uncorked it and wrapped her dry lips around the mouth. Two mouthfuls of fiery, life-preserving nectar took care of the remains of the medicine, but she didn't have to wait long for the hangover to start back-pedaling like a recently re-elected Count. She was indeed feeling mighty fine again. The dragons didn't disappear, but all worries about their presence did - she could take on a couple of overgrown newts to work on an appetite if it came to that! All in a day's work, baby! Bring 'em on!
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Patan

Having reached the Tower, Patan went around to where the Devon Navy and Knights Templars contingent were gathering, their horses lined up ready.

Her face lit up to see several of them there, and she moved to join them, smiling cheerfully at each - Llyres and Zanlarr, Dunpeal and Eumelia, amongst them. "Hello everyone. I see most of us have arrived safely. I think the parade is starting, so should we mount up now and get into line?"
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Cullan

Cullan searched around him in minor panic. Who got it? His cape! There it was...he pulled it out of Cordi's hands and flipped it around his shoulders. "Aye lad..."he waved his hand to Robin. "Go ahead. Devons more important than my parade." He waved his arm toward the guards around him. "I've got th' best 'a th' best ta protect me. Enjoy yerself, Robin."

He mounted his chariot, surprised by it's construction. It was light bent wood with cloth of gold between to make the basket. From his raised position, he could see everything. As the boys got the horses to the ready, he reached into his pocket to pull out Jasmine's pin. Cullan smiled as he remembered her words. He didn't know if she was right, but they were a comfort. Taking a deep breath he adjusted his cape, red wool with a cloth of gold lining, then pinned it at the shoulder.

Stomach churning, they began. Ahead he could see the varied armies, proud to see the armies of England massed together. His chest swelled with pride seeing the various banners waving in the wind. Noticing the massed religious members, he remembered. He leaned against the wall of the chariot and pulled up his cane, checking the tip to make sure the silver was still there. It was.

He turned around, smiling. Behind him was a rain of rose petals - so much so, he could barely see the great hulking dragon behind it. Fantastic! It was so well done - and the wings! What was that, silk? With the rain of petals, he could barely see past it - If he remembered, Lavea said the Westmorland one was next. The King scanned the crowd, filled with pride. He couldn't wait to see the rest of the parade.
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Pennblade

Alfred took a quick swig of water and drank it down quickly. He was used to small crowds, and figuring out the best places to work on ahead of time. Unfortunately for him, there would be no such luxuries today. He would have to rely on the strength of his voice. On top of that, he needed to remain near the center, so the crowd could hear him. He hoped that he wasn't going to perform over the other performers present. He glanced around, leaving himself a wide berth. He was going to need space for his performance and he knew it.

He extended his quarterstaff in a circle, making sure no one was within. Of course, no one would be, being so far ahead. Satisfied that he was ready, he slammed the thin piece of wood to the ground. It made a loud tap, but not much else, sadly. He took two steps and slammed it down once more. He kept it up, developing a rhythm. He felt the pulse of the story, and like so many times before, let the story, and his passion flow.

”Greetings England!” Alfred shouted loudly. ”Today we will honor a hero who's deeds cross time and boundaries itself! He is man who wields righteous power. He wields the blade of the high one! His past will be mentioned to the core of this grand parade and beyond this day! Won't you join me in hearing of this great man? His exploits? To find out why we celebrate him this day? Listen to my words and hear them close!” He paused, letting the crowd react for a moment.

”By the grace of his majesty, King Cullen, I present to you, people of England, the Tale of Saint George!”

He threw up his hands, calling for applause from the crowd. It seemed like they had roared in response. He was definitely getting them pumped for everyone else coming, it was half the point. His story would be long, and no doubt, people would miss it, but if he could get people excited for the other acts, then he had completed what he set out to do. You learned many things as a storyteller and crowd control was definitely one of them. He put his hands on his staff, resuming the rhythm of his slow walk.

“Once in a land long ago named Silene, came a holy warrior. His name was George, a valiant soldier who performed great and noble deeds.” Alfred said, shouting out the words. His hand flew out and into the air.

“Also in Silene, there was once a pond.. From which resided a large dragon that terrorized the countryside.” Alfred cupped his hands, resting his quarterstaff on his leg as he let out a loud growl that rang through the streets. “The people feared the dragon and began to feed it sheep. Yet still it grew hungry and was no longer sated by the wooly creatures. It wanted more, and soon, the creature demanded children be sent to it to sate its hunger. This was done by drawing lots.”

“The day arrived when the lots were drawn... The victim of the day was to be the King's daughter, the Princess of Silene...” Alfred shouted, making sure his words were heard.

To be continued....
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Melpomena

Mel watched as Eumelia, Dunpeal and Maria moved in the crowd, fighting their way to reach were the little group was standing.

Eumelia wrote:

Mel.... - she panted relieved – .... thank Jah we are here. I thought I would miss you...there are so many people here.

The look of relief was visible on Eumelia’s features. The courtyard was getting very crowded, people passing by without stopping.
”I’m so happy to see you three made it here alive. It’s terribly crowded, but I’m guessing that’s the thing with such events. Let’s hope we all stay in one piece” Mel replied with a smile.

Llyres wrote:

"Welcome, I see Count Zanlarrr and Princess Patan's arrived as well. Robin ought to be here any moment. "

”Excellent news indeed”, Mel said hearing Llyres mentioning seeing Count Zanlarrr and Princess Patan. ”I just hope Robin will be able to find us in this chaos” Mel chuckled, a look of amusement in her eyes.

Llyres wrote:

Looking around at the dragons, she smiled with a slight relief. We may not be able oversize those great constructions but we will not be lost here either. she added, nodding to the richly embroidered blankets covering each of the horses procured for the Devon Navy, the Templars, may whom served in the navy or regiment, and County Council mounts.

”The dragons are quite nice and extravagant, but I’m pretty sure we won’t go unnoticed”, Mel replied.

She then turned to Eumelia, thinking of a task for the future Knight Templar. It would be tricky and definitely all eyes will be on her, but Mel was quite sure Eumelia was up to the task. After all, Eumelia did a great job as Devon Council Spokesperson so this should be an easy task for the girl.

”Eumelia”, Mel said gesturing to Eumelia to come closer. ”I have a special task for you today, if you’re up for it”, Mel said quietly.”We’re in a rather peculiar situation today. As the Grand Master is way, I as Preceptor, would normally be the one leading our Knights in the Parade. However, I already promised Admiral Llyres that I’d ride with the Navy representing our war ship”, Mel paused for a bit, then continued. ”I know you’re still new to the Order, but I would love if you could lead the Knights Templar today. We’ll consider it your Knight task. What do you say?” Mel finished, an expectant look in her eyes.
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Jessa.jane

Before she had chance to respond to Saira, Aggnes was giving them instruction and her expectations and they were being ushered to and onto the carriage. She thought it better she catch up with Saira at maybe the dinner or a bit later and responded to her with a quick "I am wonderful, we can catch up later"? Though slightly cramped, their carriage was comfortable and everyone had a wonderful view. Most importantly the the lady of honor was comfortable and and appeared to be enjoying herself and not a sign of nervousness about her.

Jessa, herself, was in awe not just in the pageantry around and the wonderfully creative dragons, but the amount of people each doing their own part. From those in service to the kingdom, to the merchants providing food and drink and trinkets each and everyone seemed to know their exact duties. And the people...she had never seen so many people in one place in her entire life! Young old, peasant and noble, all filled with an excitement and joviality. When asked to be a bride's maid she knew what an honor to be selected by the queen was. And having just wed months prior she had her idea as to what would be expected. Yet this was so much more than she had even dreamed. It was that of fairy tales and legend and something she was sure to remember and pass on to her children some day, yes believe it or not she was a bride's maid to the queen.

Her eyes were everywhere taking everything in and to everyone in the carriage and yet no one in particular she spoke. Have you ever seen so many people at one place before in your life? She had hoped she would be able to catch site of her husband and family along the route but now wondered just how with so many people in attendance.
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Noromical

Noro let out a chuckle as the parade got moving. His lute fully tuned and ready to go, Noro began plucking at the strings of the old instrument, his fingers moving in a blur across the strings, the music mixing in and providing a harmony with the rest of the musicians. Any who paid attention to him would notice he was playing by ear to match the rest of the music. This musician had prepared no music, choosing to fit the mood instead. The music from his lute was subtle midst the rest of the cacophony of sounds, but it's tune was otherworldly to say the least
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Llyres

Excitement filled the air as the musicians gathered and began to play. The appearance of the dragons added a new dimension entirely to the spectacle.

Turning as Devon Councilor Eumelia appeared, seeming to pull Chard Mayor Dunpeal and another lady in her wake, Llyres beamed at the newcomers. "Welcome, I see Count Zanlarrr and Princess Patan's arrived as well. Robin ought to be here any moment. "

Looking around at the dragons, she smiled with a slight relief. We may not be able oversize those great constructions but we will not be lost here either. she added, nodding to the richly embroidered blankets covering each of the horses procured for the Devon Navy, the Templars, may whom served in the navy or regiment, and County Council mounts.
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Breena

It appeared Taliesin and Hazel had things well in hand. Bree beamed as the Devon dragon was unveiled. It had become a variation of different ideas they all had and had even captured a small donkey in it's clutches!

As the parade set off Bree waved at Hazel and Taliesin and joined the crowds to watch the parade passing by.

Edited to correct location mistake.
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Aggnes.holifard

There was one great thing about being the last item in the procession - they were getting a wonderful view of the Dragons! Or at least, of the rear-most dragon, the Mercian one. Great green wings flopped from side to side, and about all she could see of it was those and the tail. Then the head came up, as the handler loosened the leash for a moment - how on earth had they done that? Spikes, scales, and overwhelming green-ness. Lots and lots of fabric, from the look of it.

The Mercian head went down again, and she saw something beyond it - something huge. That couldn't be the Sussex entry, surely? She'd been warned, but what had they based it on, a live elephant? Something even bigger? Black, red horns, comparatively small wings that would never even pretend to lift it, but while the Mercian one looked about as threatening as one of Fred's bears, this was something she certainly wouldn't want to face in battle.

She strained to see even further ahead, but no. A sight of the other two dragons would have to wait for a bend in the route.
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Airya

As Airya was making her way back to her musicians, she
decided to have just a tiny sip from her nefarious pink flask.

When she saw her group, they were being led by a surprising new harpist!

Airya sighs, and thinks to herself, "Well even though I'm probably the
only one who can see him, he is playing a pretty tune."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcRPoqzOKKg

Balako

Balako carries the standard with all his mighty feathers and a couple wings, this is a lot lighter than the humans he carries to the cauldron ..he reads the descriptions of jobs and notices mystis job as treat spiller!!!

Balako decides he wants a change of job and scratchs his old description
Balako - Treats Chaser, Part time Standard Bearer and Banner Artist
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Mysti

Mysti grinned broadly and looked at the DRAGON. Yes, it was an impressive beast
and it would be a good parade with it as Sussex's sort-of-representative. She thought it
might have been -- just by chance! -- easier as Baroness, not as Archbishop. But alas it was
too late to change dresses and robes by now as the trumpets signalled the beginning of the
parade. Well, she'd never been the ordinary Bishop, so nobody who knew her would
wonder to see a member of clergy tossing treats! "Hoorraaaaawwwr!" she echoed
after Raella and took some treat, just to check if it was ready for distribution.

The parade set in and more and more people were joining it, coming from the streets to get
a better look at the DRAGON, obviously. Mysti waved at a small girl and she was the
first to receive some candy. "Here ye go, lass! Jah's blessings and all the best, aye?!"
she commented and saw the girl smiling and curtseying. A good reward for a treat-dude.
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Irish_dragons_

Irish spotted Johnathan in the crowd and sent her son Liam to go and fetch him so Johnathan could join them.
Liam over there is a young man, a family member of ours go and get him so he can join us at the coronation and wedding.I don't think he knows many people here in London.
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Amethise

Amethise waved and grinned at Tahsa, as she took her place to walk alongside the Mercian dragon. Last-minute preparations and finishing touches were going on all around her, and excitement was in the air. It promised to be a splendid day.
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Eumelia

When Madalena greeted the old priest, Eumelia pondered for a couple of minutes. Yes, it was a real luck that they had found each other in the big crowd.

While the young lady answered the question of the Fahter, Eumelia continued scanning the crowded courtyard hoping she would finally be able to find her fellow Templars. This time she didn't have to disappoint in her hope: suddenly Mel's familiar voice reached her ears.

Melpomena wrote:

Eumelia! Over here!

Turning her head in the direction she finally recognized them. They were standing next too each other: Mel, Nap, Admiral Lyred, and Lady Revan, Mel clutching her horse's reins. Eumelia waved back with her free arm and shouted

- Mel.... We are coming....

then quickly grasped the hands of the surprised Madalena and Father Dunpeal and started to pull them towards the Templars.

- Follow me, they are there...

They managed to approach the small group without bigger problems when suddenly the trumpets blew up, announcing the start of the parade. The crowd rumbled excitedly, many people made a last - and rather desperate - attempt to find their own places in the possession, causing a smaller (?) confusion in the courtyard. Eumelia grabbed her two friends' arms and kept pulling them after herself firmly, when finally they managed to reach the Templars' group.

- Mel.... - she panted relieved - .... thank Jah we are here. I thought I would miss you...there are so many people here.

Then she turned to the the others and greeted them politely.
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Tahsa

So many things to do before arriving in London, she managed to do so albeit a bit late. She hurriedly found Mercia's dragon at the back of the line. Smiling at Amethise as she had managed to get the dragon here with a wagon. She waves to her and takes a side to walk alongside their creation.
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Raella

It was time! Raella adjusted her knit dragon hat one more time and ran about the float making sure everything was in order.

Hitched to the front of the main float were four large plow horses. Once Balako stepped out holding up their standard [ooc: drawn by the actual player behind Balako!!], she ran up to the lead beast and gave him a gentle slap on the rump. As the horses started forward, Rae bid everyone grab an edge of a covering tarp. The tarps peeled off and revealed the mighty SUSSEX DRAGON.

It had taken over a week’s worth of sleepless nights to build the Sussex Dragon. Citizens and professionals of every type from all over the county had chipped in to help. The end result was enough to put a tear in Raella’s eye, for it was truly a county effort. She also might have been crying because of how damn tired she was from lack of sleep. Dragon building was hard work!

Fixed to the base of the float, amidst a bevy of taffy and treats that were to be thrown out to the crowd during the procession, was a plaque engraved with all of the contributors.

SUSSEX DRAGON TEAM
Balako - Standard Bearer and Banner Artist
Saraxb - Carpenter, Dragon Cart, Base, and Infrastructure
Alexandrya - Ale Supplier and Fluid Dynamics Engineer
Calisa - Band Director and Ale Operator
Elsbet - Baby Dragon Cake Baker Extraordinaire
Lucille White and the Sewing Bee Club - Knitters, Dragon Hats
Paulie and Gus - Baby Dragon Wagon Crew
Kazzia_llewellynn - Confectioner, Kazzia's Kandies ® (Taffy and Treats)
Mysti - Head of Taffy Distribution
Raella - Blacksmith, Dragon Exoskeleton
Charani - Botanist, Paint and Decor
Aria - Cup Bearer, “Sexy Dragon Rider”
Hunky men - Construction, Labor, “Dragon Warriors”
Noodle and Distended - Consultants

She cast a glance at the other members of the parade crew and watched as they scurried to unveil the other attractions that would accompany the float. There were more surprises yet to come! With a creak and a formidable groan, Sussex’s Dragon eased forward down the parade route.

Raella traipsed alongside the float and on a whim, decided to provide some exuberant sound effects. RAWR!!
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Sandoval

Sandoval saw someone join the Sussex armed forces group and turn around see who it was. The figure was familiar, possibly a lady called Elsinore if her memory served her correctly. She smiled at her and waved at her to move forwards, shuffling over to make some space.

Hello! My lady Elsinore, is it? Come and stand between Gia and I, there's enough room. Don't hide behind now, lift your head and be proud to walk beneath the banners of Sussex- after all, you look quite the part in your armour!

The group, which had been moving in an awkward shuffle now picked up speed and was marching properly. All around were masses of brightly dressed people, all smiling and cheering. A musicians up the front were playing a bouncy tune and Sandy felt like she should be dancing along. Alas, she thought, that would be inappropriate while holding the Navy banner- plenty of time for dancing later. She could see Dame Caitilin a few groups back, looking magnificent in the robes of her office and gave a wave, hoping that the gesture had been seen.

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Amethise

It had been a close call as to whether they would be ready in time, thanks to their first dragon falling victim to a freak storm, which had all but destroyed it. Yet they had made it at last, only just in time to shuffle into the parade line-up at the end of the County Dragon section. The tail end, thought Amethise, smiling wryly. The other dragons were a splendid sight to see, and their own looked quite imposing, as he sat aloft, mounted on a wagon that had driven him all the way from Mercia (under wraps, of course, so as not to unduly alarm anyone who might have noticed him passing by). And now the parade was about to start; she had watched a coronation parade several times before now, but this was the first time she had actually been part of it. She felt a little nervous and took a deep breath as the trumpets sounded and they waited to set off along the route.
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Elsbet

The work was complete.
All the sketches, baking, ale collecting, knitting was for this moment. It was time to present it all!

Gus and Paulie had just finished removing the nest covering when there it was... the sound of a fanfare.
From Baby's nest, Elsbet watched as Balako proudly raised their newly minted Sussex Dragon Standard and she let out a cheer!

"Are ya ready, Baby? We're heading out! And just wait till they see ya! Hold on.."

ooc// permission to godmod Balako was granted//ooc

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Elsinore

Being one of the newest members of the Sussex Army, I looked a rather sad sight amongst those whose armor shown brightly. I had borrowed Tim's leather jerkin and he'd fashioned a chest strap and scabbard for my sword, which I was rightly proud as it was my own work. The blade was sharp and whilst I could hardly afford fine metals or jewels, the hilt was none the less decorated with intricate artwork. I also had a sturdy shield, purchased from a local weaver. I'd also found a slouch hat in the market which fit my head nicely and Tim had found a jaunty feather in the woods for me to sew upon it for decoration.

Thus attired I found myself near the rear of the cadre of Sussex soldiers ready to take up the march for the King's coronation parade.
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Raella wrote:

She was so busy craning her neck up that she didn't see Alex arrive until she was right in front of them. Alex!! Ye made it! she exclaimed, and gave the woman a solid, "Welcome back to England" hug.

She laughed pleased as she gave Raella a hug in return, holding it for a minute as she missed her dear friends so greatly! She stepped back and looked at the float and Elsy and Sara that are there, as she couldn't see Calisa up in the mouth. "Of course I did, wouldn't miss this for the world."
She heard the trumpets sounding as the hour changed and she gave a nod to them. "Good luck! I'll see you at the end." She went over and gave Elsbet a grand hug as well before slipping away from them and the float to watch the parade.
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Calisa

She giggled happily as she scanned the crowd for Balako and was certain she found him, so she yelled down to Rae, "I found him! He's behind this group over there" She pointed in the direction and then saw Alex and waved to her. "Lady Alex! So happy to see you!"
She was taking care of the womans house after all, and actually she wasn't so happy to see her, not till she was able to make sure everything was fixed up all pretty. She heard the trumpets and gave a small eep before she ducked back into the mouth and laid flat with her hand upon the lever ready to control the greatness that is the beast.
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Pagan

The parade had barely begun and the hangover had already started to claw it's way out of it's shallow grave. Pagan's jovial mood rapidly plummeted as the headache gradually settled between her temples and her tongue stuck on her palate. Light was too bright, all sounds too loud and she had a second heartbeat she imagined was quite annoying to those marching close to her.

She cast longing glances at the ale tents and the man handing out free ales from his cart. She should have damped the soil with a third nip while there was still time! A faint, alluring sloshing sound emanated from her breast pocket, the soothing siren's call of whiskey so near, but alas, she couldn't do it while they were marching. Could she? Should she? Two hours it would last, two hours marching through six circles of hangover hell!
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Lavea

Time Turner: 9 AM (Sunday 26th):

Parade starts out, leaving the Tower Courtyard, into the streets of London.

Musicians and Entertainers, Representatives of the Army and Navy, Religious Heads, County Leaders, Members of the Garter, Royal Guard and King, County Dragons and Knightly Orders, Princess.

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Lavea

Once King and Queen were in position and gave show they were ready, Lavea signalled the hearld, who gave a loud and cheerful bugel ringing out in the morning air, and announced the start of the parade.

Heading out into the city, London was as ever showing her best.

Some were setting up shops selling ales and pastries and all good things to eat for the days crowds.

Some were using it as a good excuse to set up for a day of feasting.

Some had set up to play tunes and earn a some good pennies from a days entertainment.

Or earn their day from animals, shows and murmers.

Some were using it as a great excuse for a dance.

And a man with a cart was going round the crowds handing out free ale "for the King".

The royal procession, not prepared to let them down, blazed back with it's own triumphal greeting to the city.

First the musicians and entertainers.

Then the Army and Navy Captains from all England.

Then the priests and faith leaders.

The county leaders and members of the garter.

The royal guards.

Finally, to great applause from the crowds as they moved through the streets, the King himself.

But still not done, the parades of the counties - with their fiersome dragons, and the brave knightly orders to protect us from such fiersome creatures.

And last, but by no means least, the Queen and her maids.
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Johnathan_moore

Johnathan arrived after a quick journey from Sailsbury he seen his horse to a local stable in london and walked to his inn where he had hired out a small room for himself

once he was changed from his travel clothes into his finest clothes he went towards the growing crowds in london and hoped he would meet someone he knew

Looking around he seen many people and wondered what would happen next

Maladicta

Irish_dragons_ wrote:

Irish and her children had been in London for a while now.They quickly made their way to the Abbey, waiting outside for the King and Princess to arrive before going in themselves.
The girls were dressed appropriately for the occasion as were her sons.She herself was dressed in her new uniform of a royal blue skirt and a red and royal jacket with gold braiding and epaulets showing her rank, as she was the Commander/Admiral of the English Speaking Holy Armies,not that Cullan knew this nor what she could do for England if needed,but Irish was proud of her appointment and happy to wear her uniform to the Coronation.She also displayed her standing within the Holy and Sacred Rose.
Irish had hoped that Mala would accompany them soon.

Mala was, as usual, running late. Timekeeping had never been one of her strong points, even though she tried her best. Pushing her way through the crowds she searched the area for her friend Irish.

She finally spotted her, and her children, and hurried over. 'I'm so sorry Irish' she said, 'I lost track of time'
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Lynx_lynx

Before going ashore Lynx had quickly changed to a more formal outfit and when her hair was up in braids she rushed to her fiancés side.
She had never in her life seen so many people at one place as she was born and raised in a small country village. But she knows she better get used to it as she is to marry a man with duties and responsibilities in international affairs.
When he took her hand in his she felt a lot more comfortable and looked around in the crowd to see if she could recognise anyone...

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Swedish Ambassador to Poland - Mazowia
Swedish Ambassador to Styria
Tillhörande ätten Leijon

Micjo

Mic and his group had left Barnstaple days before after disembarking from the ship. They had picked up some horses and headed off at a fast pace to make it to the parade and coronation in time. Having to make a detour along the way to pick up Sibi's mother and sister in Southampton. Sibi had been very excited to see them again since last seeing them in Barcelona. Mic was very happy to see Goswintha or Swini as she preferred to be called and gave her a big hug as Sibi jumped up into her arms. It was nice to see them all together again. He also was able to meet Almodis, Swini's older daughter for the first time.

They made their way into London and found the Inn that he had thoughtfully secured a couple of rooms at. Mic took the smaller room for himself, and the three girls had the larger one to themselves. After they had all freshened up from the trip, he met them outside and the four of them walked down the lanes to find a suitable viewing spot in which to watch the parade pass by. Being only six, Sibi was having a harder time to see the route, so Mic picked her up and put her on his shoulders to have a birds eye view.
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Sandoval

Giapettin.woodville wrote:

Hi Sandy, no need to applogise. Thank you for stoping Tuka from his marathon.
I have not seen Opifex yet, but i have spotted other sailors earlier

Giapettin looks up at the Sussex Navy Banner next to the Sussex Army Banner:

"Nice! Sussex forces together, shoulder to shoulder as always and most important in times of peace and in a glorious day, long live our King!!!"

Sandoval nodded in agreement. Gia was right, of course. It was a glorious day indeed. She glanced over at Tuka, who was still trying to catch his breath and couldn't help but smile. Above, the banners of the Sussex Army and Navy danced merrily in the wind and looked magnificent fluttering next to the banners of other troops from all around the country.

Indeed, Gia. So long as the people of England stand united, we shall prosper. I'm sure King Cullan will be the kind of man who can continue to foster such relationships between the Counties. Long may he live. However, a bit of healthy competition is always good. Don't you think?

Sandoval stood on tiptoes and glanced over the crowd, where far behind them, were the dragons of different counties. The Sussex one look the most awe-inspiring to her, but then again, her opinion about that was probably going to be a bit biased. It was great to see so many people involved.

There had been a lot of trumpeting and cheering all about the place, perhaps they were going to formally begin moving soon?
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Alisar

Alisar had finally made it to London and to the coronation, which hadn't been easy with the crowds in the streets. She knew her friend Lavea was very busy, but looking around she couldn't see Anice either, who usually stood out pretty well thanks to her height and hair colour. After some dithering about she went to find a place where she would be out of the way but also able to see the parade and found Bennes there. Alisar remembered the nice young lady who she had met in Manchester and smiled to her.

Good day to you, Bennes. Do you feel a bit overwhelmed as well?
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Melpomena

Holding Morana steady and keeping her calm, Mel took the horse's reins in the left arm. Then she carefully turned around and searched the crowd once more. Very soon she noticed four very familiar faces; Lady Revan_anne, Mayor Dunpeal, Lady Eumelia and Lady Maria.

She couldn't leave her horse unattended, so she rose on her fingertips and yelled the first name knowing the Lady would surely bring the others to greet her, Llyres and Nap.

“Eumelia! Over here!“ she bellowed and held her right hand up in the air, waving in order to catch Eumelia's attention.

As Revan moved closer, she nodded to Mel and Nap before greeting Admiral Llyres.

“Good morning Revan! It's so good to see you. Are you feeling excited about the Parade?“ Mel inquired politely smiling at Revan.
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Giapettin.woodville

Tuka wrote:

Tuka ran through the streets like a crazy cart with no driver. He was late and the Commander is going to be disappointed. As if this was not bad enough he has to get lost in the crowd too and not find his army fellows. He found them at last the moment the Commander gave the orders to join formation and raise Sussex Army banners.
Good he did not forget his assigned one. He pat Gia on his back whisper did she ask about me? am I so late?
He stand straight and unwrap the army banner and raise it.

Hi Tuka! Right on time mate. Catch your breath and keep that banner straight, or the Commander will have both our heads"

Sandoval wrote:

Sandoval was nearly knocked over by Tuka as he sprinted into the line. She was busy unfurling the Sussex Navy banner and was a bit off balance. She in turn bumped against a young lad nearby and murmured an apology. It sure was getting crowded in the streets. The flag slowly unrolled and she raised the standard over her head, proud to bear the blue and gold arms of the navy.

She shuffled a bit closer to the Sussex Army representatives- it was only fitting that the citizens of Sussex paraded together, seeing as they defended the county together all the time.

Hello Tuka, nice to see that you're here. Have you seen Opifex? He's a tall man, a bit loud. My fellow navy representative... Who should be here...

Sandoval nodded a greeting to the other army and navy representatives gathering around as well.

Allikath

"My Lady, you have only just returned from the sea and now you wish to ride off into the dark forest alone, at night?"
Alli looked at the old man and smiled, " This is the second message sent, there is little time. It is important Tyronne."
The old man snorted," But this is not seemly, my Lady, not like this."
She smiled again, "Send the trunk I packed on the carriage along after me, it will catch up and I will be a Lady once again."
He guffawed, "What has become of you my Lady? Going offto sea sailing a boat and now riding off alone?"HK
She laughed again, "Be still, I must be there."

She heeled the great black palfry and rode off along the road leading into the forest of Dean and heading east. London, in her riding clothes and hood with only some hardtack from the sea adventure and a leather drinking flask filled with brandy.
Riding hard through the night and into the early morning she arrives in London as the sun is well up.
Tired and dirty she enters the town and rides through the narrow dirty streets, stopping to water the horse and herself at a smithy.
She waves to him and moves on. She contemplates a nice cozy bed at a local inn but knows all the inns will be full by now, perhaps a stable, no, they will be full up as well.
Riding on she spots the great tents erected for the huge breakfast feast. She rides on right into one of the tents where the Stewarts are clearing away the remnants of a great breakfast feast.
Moving the great beast right up to one of the tables she calls out, " Yo, Stewart, what have you left here for a hungry traveler?"
"Sorry, but the feast is over, there is naught here for the likes of you, begger."
She rails at the boy, "Truly?"
She heels the great black pelfry right at the boy, rearing slightly.
"Away boy, I see food here, bacon, some eggs, and bread, be gone, I will eat."
Rearing the beast as she speaks down to him.
He backs off and scurries away.
Dismounting the soiled and weary traveler sits at the benched table and gathers a meal of leftovers.
It is tasty and wolfed down with much relish.

Sighing loudly as she rises from the table from the strain and stress of the long journey. Her body aches.
Mounting the great beast again she rides through the streets as the small folk prepare for the coming of the great event of the day. Vendors setting up to sell their wares to all the nobility that would be gathered that day.
Yes, many a rat on a stick would be sold this day along with so much more.
Slowly riding through a very narrow alley between two buildings she reins in the beast and leans against the side of one of the buildings, closing her eyes, just for a moment....she is soon sound asleep still in the saddle, the great beast takes the moment to sleep a bit as well.
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Applus_macflintlock

Chancellor Applus 'Bartholomew' MacFlintlock-de Brus had never been to London before. In fact, he has not been to England much at all. However, he had not trouble finding his way to the Capital of England and the roads were well maintained as well, allowing for easy traveling. Applus certainly found England to be much different then Scotland, especially when compared with Glasgow. The people, the buildings, the land, even the animals seemed to be and act different. He liked the change and felt like he was on a little holiday.

Applus wanted to see the parade, but also wanted to be on time for the official ceremony. To that end, he left home a few days ago and tried to cover as much ground as possible each day. Being a relative simple man, he was able to travel lightly and thus make great progress. He originally did not have the time to attend, but apart from the fact that he had to appear because he was the Chancellor of Glasgow County, he also wanted to watch the coronation himself. The wedding that was to be held was a nice bonus and gave Applus an excuse to leave Glasgow for several days.

Applus made his way to the main street first, feeling that the parade will pass there through town to the Abby. He then tried to make his way towards the Abby itself, so he could enter it when the parade had arrived. Finding himself a good position, he waited and looked around for a familiar face in the crowd of English men and women.

Chancellor of Glasgow County
MacFlintlock's suite

Kitsada

Kit answered quietly, her eyes twinkling.

This is true, but I don't think we need to worry, as I'm sure the Princess will have ordered the correct weather for the occasion. You don't think she'd leave that to chance, do you?

She grinned, and imagined there probably were people who believed Aggnes could control the weather, and why not? The lady was like a force of nature herself, after all.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia walked beside Taarna, and with a bit of help they made it down the stairs together. She looked at the carriage, her dress, at Taarna, her dress, the Princess and her dress, then she looked at the group around her, then at the footmen that Ame had rustled from somewhere. Princess? I'm accustomed to dresses on a ship, if you'd like, with Saria's help, if she climbs in,the footman can offer you a hand up to her, with the steps we should all get in, I can come in last safely enough, and it'll put me so no one is looking at a lady doing anything to settle herself but me. If Lady Saira doesn't mind? I'm accustomed and this will keep anyone from seeing us too early, if you'd like? I don't mind at all. She leaned over and curtsied to Ame, she wanted a hug honestly but Ame was on duty and she took the task with a seriousness Kaz rarely saw in people, she would not be the one to draw her from it. I've my fan with me Ame, and a maid in the crowd should we have a dress mishap. I do feel safer with you here.
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Caitilin

Dame Caitilin dipped into a curtsy to the Countess of Westmorland as she joined them. Your Grace, I'm pleased to have you join us. She whispered softly to Kit. I hope it doesn't get too unseasonably warm today. These robes are a bit heavy but so is the honour and duties that come with them.
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Raella

She was excited to see Sara rushing up. You're not late at all, lass! We're all just milling about waiting for this thing to start. I can't wait to see the new and improved men!

Calisa's exclamations from up high made her wish there was room for two up there. Raella was dying to get a peek at some of the other county dragons. She looked up and squinted against the sun. Calisa, do ye happen to see Balako running about? Poor chicken is probably lost in this large gathering...

She was so busy craning her neck up that she didn't see Alex arrive until she was right in front of them. Alex!! Ye made it! she exclaimed, and gave the woman a solid, "Welcome back to England" hug.
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Sara_jane

Reynard wrote:

Sara_jane wrote:

Reynard wrote:

Sir Renard had worn the proud uniform of the Knights of England. His sword hung at his side as he rode through the streets of London to the parade area. He wasn't sure who would be there. Reyn stabled Rascal at the usual livery and the groomsman gave him a salute as he entered. Back agin' me Lord? Ah see the streets be filled with the Lords and Ladies all come in ta see the new King and his bride. The old man shook his head as he led Rascal to a stall and mumbled. Ah seen 'em come and go and not one is better 'an ta other. Ah seen no change and don' except to see one now, neither. Only thin's tha' changes is the folks they git around 'em. The old man turned as Reynard offered him the gold for caring for his mount. Thank ya me Lord. Ah take right good care a him for ya, per usual. Reynard tipped his cap to the man. I thank you kindly, my good man. You are a gentleman.

Reyn walked the rest of the way to the place where the parade would start.

For this coronation, Dame Sara had left the children with Julia, while she went up to London to do her duty as a Knight of England. Spotting fellow Knight Reynard, she fell into a spot next to him.

"Good day." she said.

Reynard wrote:

Good morning Dame Sara. Reynard bowed and the looked around at the crowd. I saw Dame Caitilin over with Prince Louis. I got word that Sir Baldar has taken ill and would not be able to attend the King this day. Reyn offered Sara Jane his arm. Shall we join Cait and the Prince?

"That's a shame." Sara commented, upon hearing that Sir Baldar was unwell.

Gently and loosely, Sara took Reynard's offered arm. "We should at least say hello."
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Lady_nynane

She looks around all the people feeling a little lost not really used to see so many people in one place at the same time. Looking at the crowd trying to spot her cousin somewhere since he did say that they where meeting there. She was late so he wasnt to blame for not waiting but how far could they have walked.

Then there not that far off she could see her tall cousin walking with his beautiful fiancee. Making her way trough the crowd she do her best not to trip on something and in same time trying to keep track of Vigfast and Lynx.

Kitsada

There had been much busy excited chattering and many busy maids doing hair and fetching paints and all of them making the final touches with jewelry and scarves and headdresses of all sorts. Every one of them looked radiant, but Eira had really outdone herself with the Princess, and she looked every inch a Queen, from head to toe, the gold dress also working magic to transform her friend Aggnes into this regal creature.

When she presented the goblets, Kit picked hers up with just the tips of her fingers, ridiculously thinking she did not want to get fingerprints on such a beautiful thing, and she went to the window to examine the detail work on it, seeing how the different houses were represented there and joined in the design, and thinking it very clever. She smiled wide and thanked her exuberantly, forgetting to add the 'Princess' in there.

Oh, Aggnes, this is lovely, thank you! I will have it brought to the feast and plan to drink many toasts with it today, and then I will have it to keep always to remind me of this special day.

She wrapped it back up and tucked it in safely with her things so it would be available later. Then she added the final pieces to her own outfit, and on top of her dress put on the full regalia of the Order of the Garter, adjusting her robes and getting some help with the hat until all was in place.

Ladies, you all look lovely, and will be a wonderful support for our Princess I know. I need to join the others for my part in the ceremony now, but I will see you later!

Upon reaching where everyone was lining up and assembling, she worried she might not see where she needed to be among the throngs of people, but she should not have worried, as these hats were very easy to spot, with the huge white plumes on top of them. Underneath the hats, she saw two other fine blue velvet mantles with red vestigial hoods that matched what she wore, and approached them, a smile on her face.

Your Highness Prince Louis, Dame Caitilin, Well met! What a fine day for a coronation!

Indeed the sun was shining and everyone seemed to be in high spirits. She waited excitedly with everyone else for things to proceed.
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Amerys

"Good morn, Your Royal Highness, Ladies," Amerys greeted them. Already mounted, she bowed from the waist and smiled pleasantly. "I'm detailed t' escort your carriage."
She'd been watching for the soon-to-be Queen as the procession had begun forming up and the streets filled with onlookers. But now, as her eyes took in the Ladies' finery and their high-wheeled conveyance she realized there might be a further slight delay... Standing in her stirrups she looked around, finding what she sought near the food tent. Her jaw tightened in annoyance. "A moment Highness..." Abruptly, she wheeled Restless off at a trot and bore down on the cluster of lollygagging, liveried footmen. "Here now - what d'ye mean standin' 'round stuffing yourselves and Her Highness waiting! Get t' your jobs if ye want t' keep them!" Startled stares met her glare and they scurried to their places, positioning the steps and offering obsequious assistance.
Following behind them, a tiny smile, quickly hidden, quirked the corner of Amerys' mouth as she took up position to the side of the carriage.
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Nivera

With Cidal Khan standing as tall as a Mongolian pony could, and Nivera sitting high on his back like the Lady she was, they still weren't as tall as many of the war horses in the parade. If her family were on the wrong side of the street from her, she'd never see them. With a apologetic smile, she moved to the outer edge of the parade group, trading places with a few others, so at least she could see the passing crowds.

There were so many old friends and acquaintances here. It was good to be part of this historic day!
"Hold steady, boy. The parade should start soon. It won't be long until you can show off your style."
Patting Cidal Khan's neck firmly, she admired his elegant stature. Niv ran her little fingers through his golden mane a few times to smooth it, then sat upright to wait the signal to start moving.
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~ Marchioness of Gwynedd, Earl of Denbigshire ~ Loving a Great life ~

Robinoflocksley

Robin followed the king and other groomsmen down to the parade, using his tall frame to scan the crowd for a familiar head of blonde hair and the blue and white of the Devon Navy. A true smile crossed his lips when he saw the group up ahead, led by Llyres. Turning to the king he said quietly, "Your Majesty, with your leave, I made a promise to my wife to be with her and the navy for the parade, before I received your invitation. I love my country, and am proud to serve you, but Llyres will always come first. I'll be happy to meet you on the steps and still stand in your wedding."
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Royal Embassy Vice-Chancellor | Royal Museum Curator | Earl of Locksley | Lord Warden of Sherwood Forest

Aleksander75

Aleks had eventually gotten his cuffs on, only with the help of Parson Jones his assistant. He had the older gentlemen walk with him, but wasn't sure if he was technically allowed in the parade. Well, I need him for the wedding and I am the one doing it he said to himself. The Parson was dressed in a simple black cassock, a white surplice and blue tippet befitting his role and order of ministry as deacon.

Aleks waved to the various people he knew as they lined up for the parade: Bennes, Siren, Aggnes, Saira and many, many others. So many people! He fidgeted in his vestments. It was a big day and he was a bit nervous. He played with his rochet sleeves and waited.
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Caitilin

Louis_llewellynn wrote:

Caitilin wrote:

The morning had been hectic and Marie helped Caitilin dress. It was the first time she would appear in the full regalia of a Lady Companion of the Order of the Garter. There would be no riding Argento today but she would arrive by coach.

Jeremy jumped down from the back of the carriage and opened the door. He held out a hand for her. Gathering the robes of her station she accepted his hand, descending from inside. There was a crowd gathering but she spied Prince Louis.

My, my Your Highness, don't you look dashing. She grinned at her dear friend and joined him.

...'Why Dame Caitilin, tis good t' see ye... it looks like it just be ye and me representing the Garter this day.'...... he sighed, but managed a smile for one of his most dear and oldest friends.....' Mt friend ye look the part this day ye self and twill be an honour to walk with ye in the parade.'.....

Dame Caitilin linked her arm in Louis'. Then we will walk the parade route together. Baldar has taken ill and will be with the monks for awhile. I'm certain he is here in spirit though.
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Irish_dragons_

Airya

Airya sees Balako.. and leaves her musicians and tries to get through the crowd.. to say hi to the beautiful fluffy white chickie!

Just for him she does her favorite dance.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWjeITmDmmo
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Sythe

Sythe followed closely behind the King as they made their way to the carriage. Once there he took his place on the opposite side to Captain James and prepared himself for the escort in the parade. He recognized many around him, including several from the Order of St. George nearby who he gave a nod in greeting. He had yet to see his knight Prince Allyn in the crowd but believed he would be present soon enough. He also took a look out for Quinn who would be watching from the crowds, though perhaps they were too far away from each other at this time. He returned his attention to the King and waited for the parade to begin.
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Aggnes.holifard

With that many big dresses and trains, the ladies needed helpers for the helpers, especially down the stairs. The street outside was already crowded. "Our carriage is supposed to bring up the rear," Aggnes remarked, "though how we get there..... ah." Someone had foreseen this problem, and what was very obviously their carriage was drawn up next to a nearby hedge, complete with the eight dappled horses required to draw it. Aggnes looked up at it. "Yes, I think even when the steps are folded down, we're going to need some help here."

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Maria_madalena

If Madalena could read Eumelia's mind she would strongly disagree with her. Madalena had noticed the way Eumelia combined the gown with different items, founding it thoughtful and quite ingenious. The young woman was naturally beautiful and the formal attire, although not conventional, emphasized her best features, gently contrasting with her blonde and silky hair.

Suddenly, Father Dunpeal approached the two women.

"It's so good to see you here, Father. One can feel rather lonely in such crowded and unfamiliar places." Madalena smiled sincerily and answered the cleric's question. "I am not nearly as excited as you Father, although it is the first time I attend to a royal parade." She looked around and waited for a reply.
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Eumelia

Hearing the kind words of Madalena Eumelia blushed slightly. She wasn't sure "astonishingly beautiful" was the most appropriate expression for her appearance: her only ceremonial dress was sophisticatedly combined with elements of two different uniforms. She was sure her outlook seemed to be rather strange than beautiful. However, Madalena's kindness warmed up her heart, so she looked back gratefully at the girl.

Hardly had they finished their short conversation when Father Dunpeal appeared from the crowd, greeting them with his habitual enthusiasm. Eumelia smiled warmly at the old man.

- Father Dunpeal, the pleasure is mutual to see a friend and a neighbour from Chard here. Did you have a good journey?

As the old priest came closer, Eumelia could see clearly his excitement.

- Oh yes, it is undoubtedly the event of the year, and I am very excited, too. What a wonderful occasion to see the new King and Queen! - then looking around in the crowded coutyard, seeing the people waiting there similarly excitedly, she asked the old clergyman - Don't you know, Father Dunpeal when they appear?
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Bennes

Looking around, Bennes was not surprised by the crowds of people in attendance. Normally, she did not do well in crowds but everyone seemed to be in joyous spirits and the celebratory mood was infectious.

She was looking forward to the parade so instead of hoping beyond hope of finding someone she knew, she made her way to find a suitable place in which to view the parade.
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Siren

Siren has never been to as many official functions as she has been invited to lately. How do these people get anything done if they are always running off to the next big shindig? No wonder they need so many peasants to work for them. Siren has had so many fittings for her new gown that she is starting to feel that it may be better to just say she can't make it. With her belly growing bigger by the minute (or so it feels to her) Siren feels as though she will probably explode in the middle of the coronation anyway and how awful would be? Siren thinks about that and decides it would be rather funny actually. The sort of thing that would amuse her in any case. So it is, she is finally dressed up to the nines, has a pretty tiara with blue gemstones (she says gemstones, but glass is good enough) on her head and her golden hair is gleaming as it flows down her back. She doesn't feel it, but she looks astonishingly beautiful.

Riding with her to the coronation is an escort composed of men from both her holdings, Paull and Crook. They are wearing hand-stitched surcoats and carrying pennants bearing the magnificent Coat of Arms that was crafted for her by the College of Heraldry. She has to admit that she thinks her retinue of guards do look rather magnificent and the banners flying in the breeze look perfect.

Siren wasn't too sure about where to join the parade and so was grateful when she was shown to where the privy Councillors were expected to be. She arrived late and very nearly missed the whole thing altogether, and by the whole thing in her mind it was the arrival of the King and Princess.
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Pennblade

He glanced around at the front with the other musicians.. All this music, and he had but only words. Speaking of words, he needed to make sure he could be heard.

"London!" He said skyward, hands still on the quarterstaff. The word seemed to come back, faintly. The buildings would hold the words and keep them going. Now for the noise problem, he stated looking at the other performers. He knew that the best way the performers would get the most out of their sound was in a single file line. He had heard enough sound and done enough performances to know that. However, the storyteller knew he needed silence on his side as he recited his tale. He knew only one place he could have it.

He moved to the very front of the parade, and waited in case someone said otherwise.
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Corsaira

Jessa.jane wrote:

Saira it is so good to see you, by appearances life is doing well by you. She smiled glad to see a happiness where once there had been little. I hear good things. A wonderful gent, a church and mayor of town, good things indeed!

"Oh aye; church, just finished me second term as mayoress, harbourmaster for longer than I can remember... good to be busy though. Ye fare well?"

Aggnes wrote:

Our job today is to give a performance to the people of England. They paid out for this, they get what they paid for, or we don't get repeat custom. If we can enjoy doing it, that's a bonus, but we need to look as if we're enjoying it - and with the sort of teamwork we've already got here, that should be entirely possible.

"Oh, and one thing - someone here said I'd collected a group of troublemakers. They were quite right - intelligent troublemakers, I hope. What that means is people with brains, initiative, and self-confidence, as well as a sense of humour. Winding me up is fair game, if you think you can win, though I wouldn't bet on that if I were you. Causing the slightest trouble for Cullan, today at least, is not. Understood?"

She turns from Jessa to see Aggnes all gift-wrapped and ready. That said, the normally businesslike and sometimes stern lady did look every inch the queen... she listens to Aggnes' pep talk. "Give 'em something to gawp and wave at, don't upset anyone. Right you are, ma'am. I've left me pen and paper at home. I might start playing I Spy if it gets really tedious though..." She winks to reassure that she is joking... a bit, and falls in behind Aggnes to follow her into the procession.
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Lavea

Lav smiled and joined with the others as they headed downstairs to the courtyard.
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Jamesthemad

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He waved to James, calling out "Mornin' Captain. All set up ta go?"

When the King came out, our large friend drew his borrowed blade, and gravely executed the cavalry version of present arms, moving the blade from before his eyes to flat exposed beside his thigh in a precise arc. Sheathing the blade, James returns Mornin' Sire. Aye, we be as ready as we be gang ta' be. Shall we do this thing? With that, our large friend returns to watching the lines form up, looking to see his own fellows coming into place.
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Taarna

She sat looking at the beautiful gift that Aggnes had given to all the bridesmaids. It was unlike any vessel she had ever seen. She ran her fingers over the design in awe. She probably should put this in her trunk, she thought.

Just then, the horns blew, and Taarna started. She quickly put the cup in her trunk, and turned around. All of this pomp was entirely new to her, but as luck would have it, she did have friends here who understood the order of things, and everyone was well-organized, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it. It was time to head on out to the procession.

As Aggnes - nay, Her Royal Highness - made her speech about the upcoming Royal Parade and the presence of her own set of 'troublemakers', Taarna blushed. She did tease sometimes, but in reality, she had the utmost respect for Aggnes, both as a friend and now as Heir and Queen; obviously, there would be no trouble-making, for she intended to carry out her duties as bridesmaid fully.

She checked her appearance again. Dress, hat, everything seemed to be in place. Kazzia had even helped her with cosmetics, applying a bit of color to her cheeks and lips. Someone had drops for the eyes to make them appear larger, but Taarna had declined the use of those.

Now, as Kazzia linked arms with Taarna, together they smiled and gathered with the rest of the bridesmaids as they began to make their way out of the room, down toward the place where the parade would begin.
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Vigfast

A strange Society of people dressed in clothes from large parts of Europe in an unconventional mix pushed their way through the sea of spectators.

Not the Society one might expect from a Danish delegation.
Vigfat thoght when slightly late to get some good seats approached the the parade street.

Or maybe just what was most appropriate, on the other hand, given Denmarks motley crowd of settlers.
Anyway, who wants to miss a wedding and a coronation. It will be interesting, very interesting... coronations of kings was a very unusual phenomenon in the north, and he had missed the last two.

He glanced back to see how many of his crew who really were interested. He noted with satisfaction that only two were missing... so far. Not even kings can stand between a sailor and his needs once they come ashore.
He took his betrothed's hand and went forward into the crowd.
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Boast as you ride home.

-Breeder of bastards
-Chief of the Swedish Navy
-Chancellor of Denmark and Sweden
-Head of the House Leijon
Bastard lineage by King Valdemar Birgersson of Sweden and Princess Jutta of Denmark
-Spiritual leader of the cult of the Old Gods in the north.
-Captain of The Horny Widow
-Collector of nicknames £ 5 to see the collections I have probably earned them all ...

Rajj

Rajj follows his knight and stands two steps behind him. He holds the banners the KoSG high.
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Zywiec

After sending the most experienced squad of Royal Canine Units on to patrol the perimeter of the Cathedral, Lt. Zywiec organizes those who would patrol along the parade route. They know to remain just beyond the treeline, discreetly out of sight, yet within immediate striking distance, should the need arise. Zywiec prays to Jah there would be no need.

Astride Tonka, she watches the throng of participants, entertainers and spectators gather and thicken. It had been a difficult decision whether to attend as Royal Guard or Knight of England. In the end, logic prevailed. With KoE, she is but one entity. Patroling with the Royal Guard provides hundreds more eyes and ears, not to mention the number of jaws full of sharp teeth. Again, Zywiec prays there will be no need.

As Tonka begins to paw the ground and stomp impatiently, Zywiec casts her gaze down and across the street, hoping to catch a glimpse of her dearest and longest-held friend.

Tucker.cortez

I take my place of the Knights of St George
I smile big to any who look my way
I wait with everyone else for the King and Princess. The horse fidget under me but I keep it steady while we wait.
I watch the happy people move around and chuckle when I hear some silly conversation here or there.
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Breena

Bree had never been to London before and she was late. She dressed carefully that morning, it being her first coronation and her wanting to represent Devon and Nether Winchendon House well.

There were so many people milling about that Bree had a difficult time even finding the huge dragons representing the different counties in the parade. Finally she spotted their lovely dragon and saw Hazel climbing into the head to throw the rose petals. Waving at her and Taliesin she approached carefully, trying not to be trampled by the crowd.

Hello! I'm so sorry I'm late! Can I do anything to help?
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Edward_tudor

There was a huge throng at the Tower when Edward arrived. It had been an abominable journey - his horse had thrown a shoe, it had rained, and he had somehow lost the lunch that the servants had packed for him.

No great surprise that he was hungry, thirsty, cold, tired, and in a bad mood.

But when he approached London, the sun came out, and the weather warmed.

Just the thing, he thought. The sunshine was a good omen for the wedding and the coronation and hopefully betokened a good marriage and an illustrious reign. He had never met the new king, but did know Lady Aggnes, and knew that she was a hard worker and well deserving of good fortune.

He found the inn without trouble, his room was ready, and there was even a stoop of ale and an odd thing called a "sandwich" - a piece of roast beef between two pieces of bread - to quell his hunger.

He ate swiftly, changed clothes and was awed by the size of the crowd when he got to the Tower. Pushing through the throng, some of whom he knew but mostly he didn't, he finally found his brother-in-law, Lord Kelster, who was obviously looking for him and seemed relieved when they met. He knew why. Jessa had no doubt told Kel to keep an eye on him, and she wasn't to be trifled with on matters like that.
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Patan

The gardens at Windsor Castle had looked beautiful in the spring sunshine when she'd arrived yesterday, so Patan had made sure to look around them and make admiring comments to the groundsmen and gardeners. Knowing she was due, they had filled some of the vases around the Castle spring flowers and greenery, which gave a deliciously fresh scent to the place. After dining quietly, and in rather lonely splendour, she had spent a little while preparing herself for the next day, and making sure that her maid, Molly, knew what to lay out. Then she'd gone to bed fairly early, to get a good night's sleep.

The following morning, dawn found her already up, bathed, and brushing her hair so that, when Molly came to help her dress, she only had to get into her gown, pull on her boots and add a headdress. This last was something she didn't often wear, normally preferring her natural hair to be seen, so she added a jewelled band that matched her gown. And the gown in turn matched, or almost matched, the colours of the horses' coverings, so she hoped everything would look suitable.

She'd received the invitation to the wedding and coronation, but didn't have any official duties. Well, at least, none that she would be carrying out. She'd been asked to provide entertainment, which she didn't really feel appropriate on any level, so instead, she was free to attend as both a Devon Navy officer and a Knight Templar...and her gown seemed right for that. Then again, Molly was to accompany her in the carriage to the city, so she made sure that another gown was packed in the carriage for the later festivities.

Finally, they were ready - dressed, packed, and in the carriage - so they sped on their way to find the others, mount their horses and join the parade.
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Galrador

The horns called once more, as the parade outside must have lined up and was now waiting for the King and Queen to join. Waiting for the King to take the lead, he watched as Cullan got on his feet and went ahead, calling for one of them to take his cape. Before any of the Groomsmen could grab it, Lady Cordelia beat them to it. A quick glance at him and the rest of the Groomsmen was enough to make him realize they would be on their way now, as Cullan left the room. He quickly grabbed a flask and poured some of the whisky Cullan had just served them into it. He was sure it would come in handy at some point during the day. If not for the King, it would for him. Strapping the flask to his belt, he swiftly made his way into the corridors and caught up with the King.
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Juliannabariman

Julianna wasn't wearing her formal dress yet. She would be changing into it after the parade. Later she would be Lord Ruith's dining companion and performing her poetry. But for now, she was spending time with the family she had been estranged from for years. When Oliver Winslow realized his youngest child would be performing for the new King and Queen, he changed his travel plans and sent for his grandchildren, elder daughter, and daughter in-law to join them in the capitol. Julianna's brother and brother in-law had to stay behind to take care of business. It bothered Julianna that John still hadn't contacted her. She must have hurt her brother more than she realized when she ran off all those years ago. Her sister in-law told her it wasn't what she thought, but didn't expound any further.

The evening before was spent introducing Julianna to her nieces and nephews. Ruith said had other business, but she suspected that he didn't want to interfere with the family reunion. It went well enough. From the letters Julianna had received from Susanna, she wasn't surprised to see the signs of stress on her sister's countenance. But she wasn't about to question her about it in front of the rest of the family. Instead, Julianna practiced her performance for her family, since they would not be able to watch her during the dinner.

But for now, Julianna stood in the crowd, with a young nephew on her shoulders, watching the dragons and other performers go by. The pride on her father's face, as he kept glancing over at his family, brought a mixture of guilt and happiness into her throat and heart.
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Dunpeal

There were so many people Dunpeal was a bit confused. Trying to identify some familiar faces among the populace, he was lucky to see the faces of Eumelia and Madalena.

Oh, hello Eumelia and Madalena, so lucky to see some familiar faces in the middle of so many people here.

We comes closer.

It is the event of the year and everyone has come. Are you as excited as I am?

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A.rose

Coronations, Parades, oh the fun! She rode fast just to arrive in time for the event. Well for the most part. Though she did look at all the wonderful things happening with the parade she debated to stay for this, or just to head on and wait at the end for the actual ceremony.

Either way though, she was far to late to attend to any duties, and so sat to admire everything at least for a bit. She was simply excited to see Cullan crowned King and then that wedding tween the new King and his Queen would be at the very least amusing. There were a few people she knew, and so she gave a little wave to them as she watched everyone gathering and preparing for the parade even as she searched to find the grandest dragon of all, which naturally meant it was from Sussex, and meandered her way over to it. "Looks good!"
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Catriona_mackenzie

The parade was taking shape and looking around, Cat tried to spy the Sussex Dragon. She knew that with Raella involved organising it, it would be a fearsome and imposing beast.

As the other representatives of England's various religions arrived, she smiled pleasantly at them, giving cordial greeting as appropriate. She knew Bishop Gawain by sight having seen him at the wedding for Destini and Allyn, but would have to guess as to whom Bishop Aleksander was. She did not know which others would be turning up.
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Alicia.ohera

The letter came to the Restoration house in Rochester, and after reading, Alicia had sighed. She was out of the loop, living as a housebound widow, for the most part, tossing most letters that came addressed to her, out of the window and into the compost heap below. everyone wanted something or another these days. "Jah Damned peasants." She usually murmured to herself bitterly but not today.

Today she read the letter with a curious pinch to her brow, "Cullan eh....could be worse." She rang for her servants and sent for the maids, readying herself for a trip to London. A trip she hadnt made in a while.

On arrival, she found the crowd, and stepped down into the street, two large bulky male guards flanking her as she waited painfully for the parade to begin so she could follow along. She was looking forward to seeing another Sussexian Crowned....even if it was Cullan.
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Eira

Eira looked at the bevy of bridesmaids clustered round the princess like... bees around a honey pot? No, not that, for the ladies were more like butterflies than bees and whilst the cloth of gold did look honey coloured as it shimmered the Princess of Wales did not resemble a pot. This was quite surprising, as Eira had thought that Aggnes in gold tissue, with an enameled white face would look... absurd.

The queen to be didn't look like a blushing bride, though under the layers of paint it would have been impossible to tell if she was blushing or not, but she certainly looked regal, and... if not beautiful certainly.... handsome.

Eira curtsied to them all, "Ma'am. Ladies all, you look magnificent. I doubt England has ever seen such puissance. This will be a day to remember, and to be spoken of for years to come."

She picked up the princess'es gift. "I am honoured by your charity Ma'am and shall treasure this memento of the day as much as I shall cherish the memories."

The horns blew, the signal for the king to begin his journey. "Now, I must leave you all and get ready for my part in the coronation. Jahspeed all, and blessings too."
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Reynard

Sara_jane wrote:

Reynard wrote:

Viscount of Saltash~Baron of Cremyll~Knight of the Crown KoE~REN~Royal Guards

Calisa

She watches the gathering and gives a small cheer as she sees the important people starting to come along as well. This really was a great spot to view everything as she was towering above nearly everything around. She glanced down and saw the rest of the people starting to arrive at the float and leans down yelling to them. "Oh my gosh! You guys really should see the view from up here!" She quickly fixes her dragon hat that nearly fell from her head before scooting back to the vantage point from the mouth. Oh she couldn't wait for the parade to start!
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Maria_madalena

Madalena smiled as Eumelia turned towards her and struggled through the massive crowd, trying to reach her side of the street. Unlike her, Eumelia was a Knight Templar and member of the Devon Navy, actively engaging in the matters of the Realm. The young woman was carrying a little chest in her right hand and looked glorious in her formal attire, even when she was almost knock down by a horse.

"Thank you, Eumelia," Madalena blushed slightly, not used to genuine compliments, and returned the kind words. "You look astonishingly beautiful, Eumelia." She grinned and approached the young woman, so that she could hear her better. "Actually, I haven't and I'm so glad you're here, Eumelia. I was feeling a bit overhelmed." She said pointing to the crowd gathering across the Tower of London. "I think the parade will begin shortly."
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Cullan

The horns called. It was time to go. Cullan's head shot up, suddenly overcome with nerves. "C'mon lads" he grumbled, pulling himself to his feet. He pointed to a cape that was hanging in the corner. "Someone grab 'at..."

He shoved the scone in his mouth as he hobbled down the hallways. Pages darted ahead to warn of his arrival. Each swallow of the bread felt like a lead weight. His nerves were all on edge. He would be King. None of this made any sense to him...but this was English government, logic need not be applied.

Cullan hobbled through the crowd of people and horses, making his way to the chariot. He waved to James, calling out "Mornin' Captain. All set up ta go?"
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Cordelia

Cordelia grabs the cape off the hook and hastens after Cullan, glancing at the men to make sure they were following. She caught up to him quickly, seeing as he didn't move very fast. As he calls to the Captain, she touches his arm, indicating that she had the cape.
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Balako

Balako charges to find the people guiding him through this tragedy...errr.. very lovely coronation!

he searchs about for airy or elsbet or raella
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Eumelia

Finding her fellow Templars in such a big crowd was like finding a needle in a haystack - it seemed to be almost impossible. Though everyone marched in the same direction, Eumelia found it a real challenge to get her bearings in the colourful cavalcade of flags and garments. There were so many people around. She scanned the crowd with her eyes standing on her tiptoes, hoping she would finally be able to catch sight of her order's uniform - all in vain.

Suddenly she heard her own name shouted by a female voice.

Maria_madalena wrote:

"Eumelia!" Madalena called and waved.

As she looked around to find the sounce of the voice, she realized her good friend form Chard. Madalena was standing just the other side of the street, shouting and waving towards her zelausly.

- Madalena.... - she shouted back hoping that the girl could hear her voice in the big noise, then moved towards her trying to struggle through the crowd. It was not easy at all. With her right hand she embraced the little chest containing her tiara, while with her left she waved back to Madalena. Finally, after bumping in some people, then almost knocked over a horse, she managed to reach the other side of the street, where Madalena was waiting for her anxiously.

- Madalena, it's so good to see you here. You look wonderful... - she said having a quick look on her beautiful red and gold garment and her elaborate coiffure. However, the crowd around them was too noisy to continue such a conversation about dresses and haircuts...
- Have you seen anyone from Chard? Any acquintance? Lady Melpomena, or Father Dunpeal, perhaps? - she asked her trying to talk down the noise around them.
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Louis_llewellynn

Caitilin wrote:

Thanks Cordelia for the banner; Duke of Dyfed, Earl of Pembrokeshire, Viscount of Scarbourgh KOTG KoTH CoH

Angelina_holifard

Kit, little Ani is wonderful..Mat still will not put her down, and Merlin seems to find new words everyday...it was then she heard the door open loudly and her delightful Sister Daisy had arrived...Please excuse she said to Kitsada running to hug her sister..Thank Jah you are here...she said still hugging. Her sister always seemed to brighten the room, her humours attitude is exactly what Angelina needed to get through the day…..Angie snicked at her Sis and her sarcastic remarks...Now Sis we need to be act proper like we have a stick...oh never mind...Do you like my dress? She said giving a little twirl. Dad helped me to choose.

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Knight Saighdears, Daughter of King Cullan

Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia curtsied to the room at large and turned to Daisy with a smile, Katiya had made two simple suggestion about the lass' hair and Kaz hadn't been sure which the woman wanted to take when she left the room, she always left early if she could for she walked with small steps. She left Katiya to get on with it and made her way back. Somehow, as always happened, Daisy caught up with her, and was eating, good grief how long did it take her to walk. She was going to have to work on lengthening her strides a bit. The poor maid Lavea had sent was a bit shocked at finding Kaz right outside the door to the room, but had gamely held the door opened. She wrinkled her nose slightly when the Princess mentioned not causing trouble for the King. She was young, not foolish. While they might have fun, and Lord knows they would look to be having fun, whether they felt it or not, she herself knew better than to cause a scene of negative proportions. She'd already sent one of the maids to follow them along the parade route with her emergency kit, sewing for clothing issues, smelling potions for fainting from tight laces, bandages for them who put on brand new shoes not realizing they'd be walking a route today, mint to chew if their stomachs got nervous, and flask of ginger and honey tea was tucked into her own pocket. For she was afraid some of the ladies might have nervous constitutions. She had gotten over hers quickly, this was her element, she could be charming and happy, if it helped draw the kingdom together, with everyone. And besides, Lys, Louis, and the others would be there to see, and she wanted her family to be proud of her. She found her way to Taarna and linked arms with her. Alright lass, lets do this!
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Baronet of Hastings

Pagan

The flask Noro had given Pagan was a small one, so two clandestine nips had diminished it's contents to a half. Still, it had made a quick work of the hangover and served as an excellent breakfast for Pagan, and the curative would last her long enough to get her through the parade, which was the main important thing here. After that she would have to think of something else, but if she absolutely had to suffer through a hangover, she much rather suffered it in Church than during parading. Perhaps she could even have a clandestine nap there, under the wide brim of her Navy hat?

Of course, she really couldn't wear a hat inside the Church, so maybe not. Still, at the moment she felt happy, energetic and more than ready to receive the King's greetings and start marching. The parade ahead seemed like an amusing jaunt!
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Lark

Kalens wrote:

Lark wrote:

Looking round, she sees she isn't the only one skipping the parade. She nods a polite greeting to Kalens and clasps her hands behind her back to wait. It was a beautiful day.

Kalens had sat on the steps and pulled out a small bound sheaf of papers of collected Reformed Church prayers that he was going to bring to the monks of Nottingham priory to illustrate.
He'd look up from time to time and saw a lady approaching. Getting to his feet she had gotten close enough to recognize it was Lady Lark and he smiled warmly. Kalens returned the friendly nod in greeting before rolling up the sheaf and tucking it back into the sleeve pocket.

She smiles crookedly back as he stands. "No need to stand on my account. I imagine it'll be a while before the parade gets here."
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The gods ARE crazy. And drunk as well....That's why they think desync is a good idea.

Elsbet

She's just finished making sure that no curious fingers had been poking about the iced cake when she overheard Sara's explanation about being late.. and chuckled. The excuse didn't surprise her at all. Having known the young woman for several years, Elsbet was well acquainted with Sara's keen eye on the ideal manly physique.
She was even able to instruct the baroness on the perfect muscular belly.. something about being able to scrub laundry?

A small worry began to tiptoe across Elsbet's forehead..
"I do hope that gently maids with delicate constitution don't begin to fall faint all haphazardly. That just won't do"
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Lewes Mentor~Town Council~LHG~RHA~SSC~9th Legion Medic~ A Chyler Creation

Saraxb

Sara made her way through the crowds already lined up for the parade, she passed many familiar faces, but didn't stop to chat as she knew she was rather late. The instructions had said be there at 7am, well it wasn't that far after that surely? Maybe if she was stealthy, Raella and Elsbet wouldn't notice that she had overslept somewhat? Maybe it was leftovers from the relaxed lifestyle she had had while staying with the monks, but more likely it was the over-indulgence in ale last night in the tavern. Oh well, she was here now and had finally spotted the Lewes contingent gathered around their dragon preparations.

"Hi ladies! I'm sorry I'm a little late, but... um... oh yes!" A bright idea struck her. "It was those men you asked me to inspect, you see. They were just not up to my standards so I've spent the last few hours 'preparing' them for you." She nodded for added emphasis. "But they will be along shortly and definitely should not disappoint!" Sara grinned.
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Kelster

Kelster had never been to a coronation. He had been invited before but never attended one. He had always though them to be just pomp and ceremony. After all, it was what a monarch did for there country that really counted in the end. This time though he felt he had to attend because it was also the wedding of Aggnes.

He had great respect for Aggnes and her work during and after the war so he was glad to be here. There was also the fact that his sister, Jessa was also a bridesmaid and he had promised her to keep an eye on her husband, Edward.

He looked around to see if he could spot his Sister and his Brother in law but he saw no sign of them just yet. I think this may well be a great day, he said to himself.
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Earl of Leath.Viscount of Newark-on-Trent. Baron of Ravenglass.CRN. CMC.CMP.MMS.JM.

Kalens

Lark wrote:

Looking round, she sees she isn't the only one skipping the parade. She nods a polite greeting to Kalens and clasps her hands behind her back to wait. It was a beautiful day.

Baronet and Deacon of Lichfield, Lord of Caverswall and Greystoke,Royal Emissary, Prinz ob Prusse exsulo

Lark

She tugs on black boots, slipping a knife into the top of one, then shakes the dark burgandy dress down over them. Straightening, she braids her hair and pins it in a circle around her head, out of her way. As ever, function wins over fashion, and she has earned every line of her tanned and weathered face, every bone in her too-thin body. "Bah, no hiding it. This is who I am, what I am. They can like it or lump it."

Two more knives under her sleeves, and she trots down the stairs, and out, making for the abbey rather than the parade. Going shanks-pony among the mounted nobles has never appealed to her.

Looking round, she sees she isn't the only one skipping the parade. She nods a polite greeting to Kalens and clasps her hands behind her back to wait. It was a beautiful day.
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The gods ARE crazy. And drunk as well....That's why they think desync is a good idea.

Maria_madalena

Madalena travelled alone from Chard to London. She had heard that the King's wedding and coronation was taking place in these dark days of April. Not that she could see the light, even if it was right in front of her. Moved by curiosity more than by the duty, she endured the long trip and spent a night in a clumsy room that had cost her a small fortune.

In the next morning, she dressed all in red and gold and covered herself with her new dark mantle. Her long and brown hair was pinned into a knot at the nape of her the neck, in a beautiful chignon. She had no jewels or other adornements to blazon besides the elegant copper hairpin that held her hair, but she did not forget to wrap her dagger to her right tight.

London was lousy and loud. The stinging smell made Madalena cover her nose with her mantle as she went through the muddy streets, following the hysterical crowd to the Tower of London.

As she arrived, she immediately recognised Eumelia's lovely face.

"Eumelia!" Madalena called and waved.
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Daisydread

Daisy joined the group just as she was cramming the last bit of sausage and biscuit into her mouth. She dipped into an over-exaggerated curtsy towards the Princess, still chewing food as she commented, “I am happy to please ye with my fashionable lateness.” She craned her neck and looked about for the maid… she had instructed her to bring refreshment for her and the other ladies as soon as possible. They would need their strength for the events ahead!

Daisy raised a quizzical brow at mention of a present. She lifted the lid and cast the briefest of glances over the goblet. Her lips formed into a moue, “Charming." She swiftly closed the box and passed it onto one of the nearby servants to take to her room. The item was gorgeously crafted but was also another reminder of the pending alliance between their families.

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“Our job today is to give a performance to the people of England. They paid out for this, they get what they paid for…”

She grinned slyly and nudged her sister with her elbow, lowering her voice. “We should probably loosen up our laces for this 'performance', eh?” Truthfully, Daisy had no intention of ruining this day for her father because of her love and loyalty to her family. The interlopers invading her close-knit family, however, were another story entirely.
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Lavea

Time Turner:
8 AM (Saturday 25th): King and Princess greet and join the Parade.
King's Party will take their place with the Royal Guard.
Princess' Party will take their place at the end of the procession.

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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 heard the bells chiming off again in the city, time always went so quickly when there was so much to do she thought. Still they were just about there. "Ma'am, it is time to head down now. Ladies." She sent a maid off to let Kazzia and Daisy know to join them, and another to tell the King it was time.
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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, now fully painted and decorated, glanced round as the last two arrivals entered. "Daisy - good, spot on time, neither too early nor too late. Good lass - efficient use of time. You'll find a present for you in the box over there. Shame you missed Saira's explanation of the symbolism, I think you'd have enjoyed it."

She looked round at the group. "I think we're all here, and all about ready? Just remember - today, we're in a support role. Today is about Cullan, and we're here to support him, and NOT give him anything to worry about - ruling a kingdom is quite enough for him to be going on with. He's already proved that if you give him a job to do, he does it to the very best of his considerable ability, so in fairness to him, we do the same.

"Our job today is to give a performance to the people of England. They paid out for this, they get what they paid for, or we don't get repeat custom. If we can enjoy doing it, that's a bonus, but we need to look as if we're enjoying it - and with the sort of teamwork we've already got here, that should be entirely possible.

"Oh, and one thing - someone here said I'd collected a group of troublemakers. They were quite right - intelligent troublemakers, I hope. What that means is people with brains, initiative, and self-confidence, as well as a sense of humour. Winding me up is fair game, if you think you can win, though I wouldn't bet on that if I were you. Causing the slightest trouble for Cullan, today at least, is not. Understood?"
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Banner is a joint Aggnes/Cullan production Wiki entry

Tuka

Sussex Army soldier

Sandoval

Eumelia

The journey from Chard to London was long and tiresome, Eumelia hardly believed she would once arrive. However, as a Knight Templar, a member of the Devon Navy and a new Peer of the Kingdom in the meantime, she would have never missed the opportunity to attend such an occasion.

It was not easy to find a proper accomodation in the crowded town - so many people came to see the ceremony from all around the Realm. Finally however, she managed to find a relatively neat appartment on the second floor of a local tavern (the owner was swearing this was his best room for a young lady...), where she could spend the night - carefully bolting the door of her room, of course.

In the morning of the parade Eumelia put on her finest dress combined with the Templar's and the Navy's uniform. She carefully wrapped up her only jewel - a baroness tiara -, deciding she will wear it only at the ceremony itself, being too precious to be worn on the streets of London. Having finished her preparations she left the tavern and started towards the Tower, tryingto find some acquinted faces in the big crowd...
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Baroness of North Petherton Sheriff of Devon

Daisydread

She smirked as Kazzia returned her fallen flask, “Thank ye.” Daisy promptly tucked her friend into her pocket and took on a mildly defensive tone, “Well, she was annoying me. What was I supposed to throw at her?” She glanced behind Kazzia for that infernal maid and finished the subject with a low growl, projecting for her benefit should she be cowering in the hall. “And if she knows what’s best for her, she’ll keep her distance!”

At the mention of her father’s pending nuptials Daisy started muttering under her breath and uncorked her flask for a nip. “The Princess! She can… never mind” and squashed the thought with another drink. She really wanted to be supportive of her father but was having a difficult time coming to terms with the thought of a new step-mother. There had been another candidate in the past that Daisy had set her heart on. Unfortunately, that union had never come to pass.

Daisy remained still as Kazzia tightened her stays and she lifted up her long dark hair out of the way for her better access. She let out an impressive huff, “Oy! yer good at this! Aye, call yer maid, if ye will… I’ll slip on my shoes here before we go. My hair?” She glanced at it in the mirror and cringed. She was an unkempt disaster. “Eh, yer Katiya can work on it as I stuff food in my face. Now let’s go see the other girls! I’m going to treat the lot of ya with my family’s special recipe Wedding Tea.” She grinned eagerly to the lass and hooked arms with her as she led them quickly from the room. “We don’t wanna be late for the festivities, aye?"
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Zanlarrr

Zanlarrr arrived late to London, and slept poorly in the unfamiliar surroundings. So when morning came, he found himself still exhausted. He pulled back the shades to his room, and squinted into the morning light. He saw that the streets were already filling up for the day's event, and realized he best hurry if he was going to make it to the ceremony on time. Turning away from the window, Zan went and got ready.

Shortly there after, dressed in his naval uniform, Zan checked himself out a final time before the mirror. His various medals were arrayed against the dark cloth of his tunic, and his dress sword was belted on as sort of a counterpoint. Satisfied that everything was in place, he gathered up his hat, and descended down to the streets where the crowds were gathered.

Settling his hat on his head, Zanlarrr turned and headed towards the Tower.
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Count of Devon | DN Captain | REN Captain | Herald of Arms

Deema

her gold locks refuse te obey
and the wind refuse te ease round her
a long ride it been
fer that she gave her mount extra care and time te rest

wind of change she heard many call it
others say it be same
fool he be who think one like another
fer shame it be when some fear the sand

fer they been hit by the waves long before

a festive day it looked indeed
wind round her ease te a breeze
many friendly faces she can see
yet among them pretenders still show
a thank te Jah only he te their hearts can read
from the stern look upon their faces
one shall fear te know the contents of their dark hearts

another prayer fer peace
and one fer clarity
one fer blessings
and one fer testing
much te pray fer
most of all a prayer fer England
fer protection from enemies
and hungry folk

trumpets rang through the bustling streets around the Tower
at last she reach where she shall meet
the representatives of Sussex Army
spot one of the soldiers
with a firm salute she greet

Giapettin.woodville wrote:

At the sound of the trumpet Giapettin runs to the gathering point of the Sussex Army Platoon.
He and the other soldiers waits for Commander Deema's command to assemble the army platoon.
The emotions rush throughout his body, as he unfolds the Sussex Army Banner.

Greetings soldier!
Good ye be here we shall be in proper formation soon
let the banners of Sussex Army fly high
fer it be a joyous day te march through streets on
How ye be doing this fine day soldier?

dressed in her army colors
yet her boots host her Knighthood spurs
the crest of the Knights of Saint George
pinned te her army outfit
fer her luck both the army
and her order hold matching colors
nay that in military fashion matter much

out of her thoughts she find her way
and into formation she fall
she turn round facing her troops
in gentle yet loud enough voice
orders te take their place and raise their banners high
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Dame Chancellor of the KoG--KoC-- Royal Guard--Baroness of Beachborough-- Sussex Army Commander-- SN Captain

Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia entered the room to see Daisy standing calmly and eyebrows rose slightly as she glanced at the other woman. She kicked a silver flask and suddenly had an idea why the maid had stepped back from the door when Kazzia started knocking. Here, you'll want this. You scared the life out of that poor maid. Fetch your breakfast? It's waiting you in the other chambers you bug a bed. Kaz laughed softly, How on earth did you manage to sleep through the wake up calls? We've less than an hour to dress you, feed you, and get down there with Princess Aggnes to meet your father. She moved behind the lass and began making short work of the ties of the gown, her needle and thread ever ready in her pocket she stitched closed the ones what needed it, and simply tied off and tucked the others that were made in such a fashion. Her ears perked at the mention of tea, but Daisy's eyes gave her pause, they were the same as when one of her sisters had been near to playing a joke on her as a child. Aye, I like tea, but I've had my cuppa lass. We've a pot of tea waiting in the other room, and if we hurry you might can gargle some. She laughed. Shoes? You have shoes somewhere in here? Do they have ties? Or can you simply step into them? What of your hair? Do you have a maid to tidy it or do you want to borrow my Katiya's quick hands, she too is in the other room, I asked to assist any of the other ladies who needed. She not so subtly tried to hurry the other lady towards the room with the rest of the bridal party and all of Kazzia's supplies to work magic with dressing preparation waited.
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Baronet of Hastings

Taliesin1017

"Mr. Corvus!" Tali grinned, his fingers stilling from the tuning of his lute. "I'm glad you made it! I was worried it would just be me and Hazel!" He glanced around at where the parade was lining up to begin, bouncing on the balls of his feet in his brightly colored outfit. "Isn't it exciting? I don't think I'll ever get a chance like this again! And after the coronation, I'll get to play at the feast, where the King and Queen will be!"

Turning to Hazel, the bard giggled at her comments. "But you know you're enjoying the journey to those directions, Hazel! And thank you!" Finding the rope on the cart, Tali made sure it was secure to the front before tying it around his waist, allowing him to help pull and move the cart but still have his hands free to play his lute.
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It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.

Hazel

Hazel looked around at all the hustle and bustle and was impressed at how many people had come out. She was glad that she'd get to be on the float with the dragon instead of among all the people on the ground- she was afraid she'd come out a bit flatter than when she'd started.

Turning to Tali, she said, "Well, I guess I'll take my place in the dragon's throat to be ready with the rose petals. Who would have thought you'd ever find me tossing rose petals during a coronation? Being your friend has led me in some strange directions Tali!"

Smiling to show him that she was enjoying herself, she climbed in and made sure the buckets of petals were easily available.
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Airya

As Fergus guided the horse t0: what seemed like the front of the crowd,
Airya called up to him, "Stop here Fergus!"
He pulled on the reins and the horse stopped.
Airya started to get out of the carriage, but Fergus quickly jumped down and assisted her.
She said, "Oh Thank you Fergus. I saw a notice posted by the Lady Lavea which, I think said,

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"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"}

"I'll wait here.. and you go see to it my musicians join me.

She didn't have to wait long for the musicians.. they joined her and started to play
a lively tune.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFUkIAnE6dA

Jessa.jane

Jessa found a corner where things didn't seem to be as hectic as the rest of the room and quickly changed into her gown. She hadn't been sure what was fashion with head wear for such occasions. It was the first coronation she had ever attended as London seemed world away for her. However she had brought a barbette and fillet which complemented her dress just in case it might be needed. As she finished fixing each layer of the skirt and sleeves of her gown she saw the Lavea was wearing head wear so as well she put hers on pinning it carefully to keep it in place. This was not a time to worry of it slipping down or being out of place, and after a few minutes was content with it's security.

She stood back and smiled as the others prepared, more so as the assistants attending to Aggnes. She had a beauty fit for a queen, and a queen she was. Jessa also wondered how the queen could sit so still as they attended to her hair , her face , her hands and so on. Maybe it was something learned. Growing up pretty much alone, if it had been Jessa in her place by now she would have sent them all away and tended to things herself.

Even with all this around her, Aggnes still managed to keep things on track and a gift was presented to the ladies there. A fine silver goblet engraved and designed for the occasion. It was beautiful.

She walked to Aggnes trying no to get in the way of her preparation. What a perfect gift , one I will cherish always. Thank you. She found one of the many servants that were there at their beck and call and instructed her to take hers to either Edward Tudor or Lord Kelster Wallace, she knew either one would make sure to get it to her when the tie was right and probably filled. She then returned near the queen but not crowding ready to to be of assistance at any moment. It was then that she finally got a chance to say her hello's to Saira.

Saira it is so good to see you, by appearances life is doing well by you. She smiled glad to see a happiness where once there had been little. I hear good things. A wonderful gent, a church and mayor of town, good things indeed!
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Corvusnoctis

Quietly cursing the gods for allowing a local fox to the rooster that had be acting as his alarm clock, Corvusnoctis hurriedly continued on to the meeting place in London, a not so small trip from Salisbury in Devon. He finally reached the royal capital ad looked with a sense of awe. The tall walls and palaces of stone, the press of the crowd from all over the kingdom, just the whole ambiance of power that one felt here was almost too much. standing tall, he brushed of the dust from his finest cloak, one he spent all night before cleaning and brushing out and all the small silver bits he spent time polishing, all to look his very for this most special of occasions.

"So, this is London, and soon I might a glimpse of the king of all England in person..." Those thoughts just kept going in circles around his head. But, he finally realized he was late and had little time for sight seeing. So, once more he hurried his steps and after asking around found where the parade was gathering.

The sound of a lute hit his ears and he suddenly knew where the Devon float was. Sure enough he followed the sound of the solitary lute, its music soaring above all the other noises. And there stood his friend Tali standing and playing by the Devon dragon. So after another quick brush of his outfit he took a place near the side of the dragon to help move it along. "Greetings, Tali"

Noromical

Seeing Pagan shuffle off again, he couldn't help but chuckle, before returning to the group of musicians at the head of the parade, almost instinctively, he looked around, wondering if anybody would mind him sitting atop the dragon float... but decided to stay on the ground instead
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Demons run when a good man goes to war

Sara_jane

Reynard wrote:

Taliesin1017

Tali heard the call for the musicians and entertainers to be at the start of the parade, and he frowned briefly. Were they all to play something together? He hadn't heard anything about it, and it would just sound like a jumbled mess if there were too many different songs played at once. Besides, his song was suited for the day and the dragons themselves, so he would remain with the Devon float, which he hoped would be with the other dragon floats as well, and sing there.

Eying the members of the Devon Navy and Regiment that he was near, he wondered if he should instead be walking with the regiment, but decided to stick with the float. After all, there hadn't been many to work on it, and he wondered if he and Hazel would be the only ones to show up for it. At least it was lightweight. Double checking his lute, the blonde bard tested the strings, making sure it was in tune for the song he planned.
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It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.

Calisa

She gives Rae a huge grin and a bit of a salute. "Yes Ma'am!" before snagging a piece of the delicious candy and climbs under the tarp and up the neck of the dragon into the mouth once more. She checks on everything, the kegs were full and attached, the lever was in working order, and everything was ready to go!

All they needed now was the parade to start. She leans down to peek down the neck and gives the thumbs up to them before hiding herself from the eyes of the crowd and yet able to see everything that was going on.
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-Lady's Companion to Alexandrya- Thanks Chyler for the Banner!

Nivera

Niv had left her horse in the usual stables she used when in London. After several year of popping in and out of Town, she knew which had the cleanest hay, and the best stable hands. It was located next to an excellent Inn, which had big tubs for hot baths, and delicious dinners. It was as close to feeling at home as she could get.

After a long soak, to help her forget the long ride south, Niv dressed herself in her formal Naval uniform. The long, heavy skirt looked crisp, and her white shift peeked out at the throat of the brass buttoned doublet-style jacket. Tucking her hair up into a bun, she topped it off with a dark, wide brimmed hat. She hadn't worn this in awhile, so spent a few minutes adjusting the adornments and medals. Each one brought back memories. Not all were military, but not everyone knew it. They were a mixture of her army, navy, and civil service. Fingering the little diamond shaped one with a croissant on it, she smiled. It was her first, and maybe proudest, it's meaning now known only to a few.

Mary had the children in the next room. Giselle and Antony were growing so quickly, and it was nice to bring them along to London now. This would be their first parade, and she was as excited as they were. Niv leaned down to kiss Greatest as he slept. He was going to watch with the kids from the roadside when the parade passed. Hopefully she could find them in the crowd to wave.

After a few last minute instructions for Mary, she kissed her babies and headed downstairs. Cidal Khan was brushed and fed, ready to show off his golden haired beauty. They may well be the shortest members of the Coronation Parade, but he strode like a warhorse. Niv had never decided if he was happier running full speed into a fight, or prancing down the road with flowers in his mane. Either way, he was ready and so was she.
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~ Marchioness of Gwynedd, Earl of Denbigshire ~ Loving a Great life ~

Gawain59

Hearing the sound of the trumpet signal, Bishop Gawain nodded to James. "Aye, that be our cue."

He bowed in return to James, then made his way out of the tent and headed to where everyone was gathering. Finding his position in the line up amongst the religious representatives, he awaited for the parade to begin.
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Pro-Rector of United Reformed Aristotelian Church | Viscount of Alcester, Baron of Nassington, Baron of Barton-under-Needwood, Lord of Clun Castle, Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Essex

Daisydread

With a prolonged sigh of resignation, Daisy finally relented to Kazzia's persistent knocking and ruckus. There was a note in her voice that was approaching "nails on a chalk board" level that one just couldn't ignore. Daisy flung off her covers and dramatically declared, "Aye, I am awake! I suppose ye may enter and help me with my dress... Or fetch me breakfast, or what not."

She rose languidly from the comfy warmth of her bed and proceeded to slip into her under garments and dress. She needed assistance with some of the ties, but figured Kazzia was a professional at that sort of thing. Discreetly, Daisy tucked a small pouch into one of the hidden pockets of her gown. She stared expectantly at the lass, silvery-blue eyes sparkling. "Do ye like tea?"
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Pagan

"Thankee", Pagan sighed, "ye're a life saver!" After having a discreet chug of the whiskey she started shuffling towards the direction Noro had pointed at her, still not sure what to find there but at least feeling nearly human again.
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Joels.joe

Cullan wrote:

...The King laughed jovially "Nursemaids, all a ya. Ya'd think tha' th' Keeng'd drop dead if th' wind blew too hard." Still, he took the tea from him and a scone, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. The servant bobbed an assent, and slid back outside. There wasn't much time, and he needed to get niceties over. "I know all ya lads 're members 'a everything. So...I don't expect any 'a ya ta walk wi' me. Ya can if ya want, but yer counties an' armies 're more important than me."

Joels bows to the other gentleman and his Count. He chuckles politely at the King's words. The man honors him much by calling among those fine men.
Your Majesty my only duty today is to be at your service and do whatever you would wish from your groomsman. My other duty I can conduct much better from this place as it is to protect you as one of your Knights. The Order can march with one less knight in the parade they have enough great men and women much better than me too. And the army does not need my service today either. My commanders know I will be at your side which is a great honor to bestow upon a common man like me.

Cullan wrote:

...He took a deep breath, sipping the Princess' tea as he thought. "I might as well do this now. Lads..."he smiled to his niece "An' lass. When asked fer th' wedding party, th' Princess claimed a lass frae every family. I needed ta gaither mine as well. Fer tha' I chose a man frae every County tha' deserved recognition. Each 've ya aren't th' loudest wheel. Ya don't get th' immediate silence 'a those 'round ya." he smirked "Except mebbe th' Count 'a Sussex...but 'e learned tha' in our yellin' matches." he winked at Noodle, who'd been his enemy for far too long. "Joking aside. Yer noticed. I see ya. Ye all wark hard in th' defense 'a England an' yer Counties. Ya bring somethin' ta say in every discussion. Yer intelligent, well mannered an' noble. I admire each an' every one 'a ya..."his voice trailed off as a page entered carrying a tray. On it was silver goblet for each person present. Engraved on it's surface was St. George fighting his dragon, the lance making it's final strike within the wyrm's mouth. Entwined within the dragon's body was the personal arms of the Princess - a semee of bezants on a green field. Carried by St. George was his own crow upon a white field, with a green chevron and pile. Delicately engraved upon a scroll in the corner was the words 'Their Majesties Cullan and Aggnes Holifard, 23 April 1463'.

He took his own, nodding as the page filled his, then moved to fill the others. The whisky was imported from Orkney, distilled before a few of them were born. Single malt, it was smooth and smokey, with a finish of fruit and mild nuttiness. He'd spent a lot of money to bring it down, but it was most certainly worth the occasion. Smiling to the group, he called out. "Here’s to you, as good as ya are, An' here’s ta me, as bad as I am!" he held up his cup"But as good as you are, an' as bad as I am, I am as good as you are, as bad as I am!"

Joels accepts the goblet admires the engraving on it. He has a smile on his face because it reminds him of his Order which is home to him and all the other Knights. He chuckles at the complex toast and raises his goblet.
To..that and the great King you will prove to be!

He drinks with enjoyment and comments when he put the goblet down at last.
Such a fine drink Your Majesty. I know where to go from now on when I want to have the finest stuff.
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Revan_anne

With the opening of her eyes, the morning seemed to be rushing by. Revan wasn't sure of herself keeping up with that pace, though. The world, in her eyes, at least, was passing her by with such speed. Time for another coronation? Really? she asked herself as she donned her Devon navy uniform. The fabric was stiff due to not being worn lately and she found herself smoothing and adjusting the clothing over her form repeatedly. A hand lingered over her stomach briefly, swallowing hard before letting her arm drop along with past memories. Time to make new ones.

She set out once ready, moving this way and that along the crowds slowly forming, heading to the parade route. Standing on her tiptoes, Rev soon located the other Devon Navy sailors and walked cautiously over to them. She nodded to Nap and Mel before saluting her commanding officer. "It's been a while, Admiral Llyres."
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Viscountess of Bath, Baroness of Deerhurst
Goddess of Mirth and Merriment
~Wife to Zanlarrr~Mother to Lily and Ethan~To Thine Ownself Be True~

Reynard

Viscount of Saltash~Baron of Cremyll~Knight of the Crown KoE~REN~Royal Guards

Raella

Raella grinned as Elsbet, Calisa, and Mysti all gathered 'round the float. Hello ladies! Ye ready to win this thing??

She helped Mysti crawl onto the Dragon's cart and settle in under its giant belly. That's the spirit, Mysti! There's sacks of those candies that Kazzia made under there. Just keep throwing 'em once this float gets moving!

Calisa, if you want, you can duck under the tarps and head on up to the mouth. Make yerself comfy and check that the lever and kegs are all positioned right.

She nodded and smiled at Els as she began prepping her baby cart in the back. And aye, Els, I've got the banner tucked away right here in the front. Once Balako gets here he can have at it.

Raella joined the ladies in the last minute preparations and checked that the plow horses were properly secured to the cart.
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Noromical

Reaching into his boot, he pulls out a small flask, handing it to her

Here, I normally use this to clean wounds, but it should hold you over, it's irish whiskey, and the REN line is that way

This time he motions in the general direction of where she needs to go, hoping that she won't be so hungover to miss the crowd
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Elsbet

Why could she not have been tall as was her father?
Furrowing her brow in frustration, Elsbet stood on tiptoe to see if she recognized anyone but all she saw were many heads and shoulders and uniforms and.. lordy.

Seeing as Mysti was becoming comfortable in her role as one of the Treat Tossers, Elsbet gave up her search, deciding instead to climb onto the mini wagon containing her nestled Baby with Paulie and Gus' help. Peering under the tent tarp, she carefully inspected the massive cake, making sure all was in order

"Very soon, Baby.. very soon!"
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Noromical

With a patient sigh, he looked over at his old friend

Pagan, you look like something the at dragged in, still recovering from a hangover?

With a grin, he made his way towards her

REN line? I believe that to be over there somewhere, I'll be over at the head of the parade if you need anything. Although, go and find yourself a quick mug or something, but don't go overboard
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Pagan

"'Over there', gee, that'll help", Pagan grumbled, scanning frantically in every direction. "And Noro, if I had a time fer a quick pint or a mug of something, don't ye think I'd be sitting in the beer tent right now, tight as a damned mushroom? Unless..." she looked at Noro with wishful eyes, "I don't suppose ye have a flask of something little with ya? An eye-opener, pick-me-up, spine-stiffener, restorative, bracer?"
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Pagan

Pagan spotted a familiar face of an old friend approaching from the crowd and mustered a friendly, if desperate, smile upon her face.

"Noro! Ye're a sight to the sore eye! Say... I'm looking fer the Royal Navy assembly line. Royal Navy! Surely ye know where they're at... don't ye? Don't ye!?"
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Kiane

Dressed in a simple yet fine doublet, trousers, and light cloak, Kiane approached the gathered throng and paused. Leaning heavy on his intricately carved walking staff he looked around to gain his bearings. He recognized some faces from over the years but there were many new faces he did not recognize and guessed it was the downside of being a recluse these past few years. He had been drawn out of his hermitage by a series of unpleasant events, and was surprised to find he had not been completely forgotten by having received not one, but two invitations to the current proceedings. One had been sent on behalf of his past Church position, and the second due to his Baronetage; he did not feel he belonged in either place any more.

Stepping back a little Kiane scanned the sea of faces of both the participants and spectators alike in search of a specific face, but he quickly gave up, accepting that his friend would probably be occupied elsewhere. He spotted a few past colleagues but each was engaged in other conversations and seemed to not be grouped as he had remembered from previous events such as this. Finally spotting what looked to be others of his peerage; Kiane made his way over and joined them in silence to enjoy the event all the while still scanning the faces of the crowd.
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~Baronet of Marlborough~Chaplain of Her Sacred Rose~

Galrador

Despite the obvious reluctance to listen to their well intended words about having some rest and eat something, Cullan finally gave in. Though it wouldn't take long, as the King knew the schedule for the day was tight. He got their attention, as far as he didn't have it yet, and held a little speech. A speech he hadn't expected, but one which sounded honest and cincere. Coming from the King himself, he valued the words more than any title or medal. As the King finished his he raised his cup to cheer with him and the rest of the Groomsmen. To our 'bad' King. As there is no good reign without knowing the bad. So may your reign be a good one. To Cullan! He poured down the whisky and coughed a little, not being used to the strong taste.

Soon after, a horn was blown and rumour started out in the streets and in the halls of the Tower. The time for preperations were over, the time for the parade and other festivities was close at hand. It seems we'll be expected to meet up with the rest soon. Is there anything you need your Highness, or are you good to go?
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia smiled at Lavea and nodded before moving out the door. A hastily summoned maid guided her to the door of the room Daisy was to be occupying. She knocked softly at first, Daisy? Come on, lass, you're going to be late if we don't get you out of bed. It's Kazzia, Llewellynn, you remember me don't you? From Hastings? May I come in? DAISY? She called a bit more loudly. She knocked again, as the maid backed away from the door, Kaz looked at the girl, wondering exactly why the lass was so skittish, it wasn't like the staff here to be given to fits or hysterics.
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Melpomena

Llyres wrote:

Llyres turned a bright smile to welcome Melpomena. She paused to note how beautiful her friend looked and wondered if Nap would behave. Good morning, Mel. You look lovely. We were just discussing finding Nap a wife and wondering if the lucky bride was hidden among the ladies gathering here. She smiled mischievously, then paused as the Parade was called to order. Hearing the processional order, she quirked her mouth slightly, "Well they are not making our plans any easier if we are supposed to be in many places at once. But I'm sure we can manage, like usual."

Bhnapoleon wrote:

Nap smiled and bowed to Mel Why all templars ladies look so beautiful today ? My ladys i must take my place in parade with other military leaders, see you later. He looked around If we stay alive in this crowd. He smiled and mounted his horse.

Mel took in how nicely her friends’ looked, all dressed up. Many heads will be turning, she thought with an amused look. ”Nap, we have to look our best, no? Besides, we always look beautiful, you just don’t notice it”, she finished pausing for a moment with a sad look on her face. After a moment of so, the girl shook her head smiling ”Just teasing you”.

"Thank you both, hopefully my mother would be satisfied that I haven’t completely forgotten all the embroidering she put me through”, Mel chuckled. ”However I must repay your compliments. Llyres, you look very lovely yourself! If you weren’t married already, I think you'd be in trouble today", Mel said approvingly while admiring her friend's garments.

"Oh, and about Nap's future bride, that's quite an interesting subject. I was under the impression that his heart was already taken. If that's not the case, than hopefully his bride is indeed hiding around here somewhere. Just promise me you won't try to find me a husband", Mel concluded solemnly. "That would be terrible".

Llyres wrote:

Turning to look at Nap and Mel, she spoke in a low tone, It seems as they were able to accommodate the request for the horses. Catching Nap by the arm as he turned to heed the call to muster, she laughed merrily, I think I best go with you. The Devon Regiment and Navy can ride together or side by side, if you'd like, unless they want the armies to group together and the navies to group together.. With that possibility, Llyres turned to see if she could pinpoint where REN and the other county navy representatives might be standing.

Bhnapoleon wrote:

Oh, my lady sorry. I am little confused. Of course we can ride side by side. Moreever that would make me very happy.

Mel kept stroking Morana’s head to keep her calm and smiled with a satisfied look in her eyes as Llyres delivered the good news regarding the horses. Being both a Templar and Devon Navy sailor, she felt it her duty and honour to represent both groups she loved a lot. ”Seems like will be riding together which is wonderful. At least we won't get bored", she said. Feeling rather curious and wondering if they'll see more familiar faces, Mel kept looked around her hoping to catch a sight of other Knights Templar.
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Corsaira

Aggnes wrote:

Engraved on its surface was St. George fighting his dragon, the lance making its final strike within the wyrm's mouth. Entwined within the dragon's body was the personal arms of Princess Aggnes - a semee of bezants on a green field. Carried by St. George was Cullan's own crow upon a white field, with a green chevron and pile. Delicately engraved upon a scroll in the corner were the words 'Their Majesties Cullan and Aggnes Holifard, 23 April 1463'."

Saira admired it. "A royal gift indeed; my thanks. England's patron knight sticking his lance in a dragon's mouth? Very... symbolic. Although I don't remember how the story ended. I suppose if it were deep enough to strike the heart he'd make it out alive. If he didn't hit the mark though, the dragon would probably bite his lance. I think if I were a knight I'd not want to be sticking me lance where there were teeth..."

She thought it very fine though, and it almost seemed too good to drink from. But she asked one of the serving girls to find Saira's cabin boy, Colin, and give it to him to keep safe until later. Saira makes sure she has the Homilies though, and that her hat is on straight. She tuts to herself and picks a few stray cat hairs from her jacket, while she waits for them to leave for the procession.
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Mysti

Mysti had some breakfast and suddenly had a thought. From what she had read somewhere
all religious ceremonies would be performed by others. She'd be free to roam around at the
parade so she decided the Dragon's Wagon of Sussex would be the place to be then. Still
in clerical robes she made her way to the Wagon and climbed on it "Greetings, ye all.
I heard we'd have some fun here, eh? Toss some caaaandy!" Mysti soon found some
treats and tried to throw it out to the gathered people.
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Miller, Wheat/Corn Farmer, veggie grower, URAC priestess
Formerly: Mayor and Town Mentor of Canterbury,
. . . . . . . Member of Sussex Army; army commander

Lavea

"Yes Kaz, if you could go shake her awake that would be excellent. We've not long to be out."

With the Queen about ready, Lav quickly changed into her own dress of yellow flowers, and on her head a crispinette to complete the outfit.
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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.

Pagan

Pagan had found her way to the dusty square where the lines were assembling. There she was, in the midst of dust raised by all the armies and navies and other various orders, with red-rimmed eyes and pallid, greenish hue, cluelessly rolling around like a damned dilberry, desperately trying to spot a familiar uniform. She was presently far from a poster girl for the Royal Navy, and to make matters worse she could not spot where the REN line was assembling. Dammit, dammit, dammit! Where were they? Was she supposed to be somewhere else at the moment - like that damned barge she vaguely remembered having been mentioned? Why couldn't she have been more sober when her duties had been explained to her? Dammit, dammit, dammit!

She was so dead...
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Noromical

Noro wrinkled his nose at a rather familiar scent... stale booze, brine, tar, gunpowder... There were only a few he knew who carried that scent, and even fewer who would keep it at such an event. With a patient sigh, he excused himself, stepping out of his parade spot to follow that scent, looking for it's owner.
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Airya

Airya was glad she'd left her harp in the carriage,

She bid Fergus to flick the horse.. to trot.
It was time she sent her musicians to the tower..
for the parade was due to start...very soon.
Fergus stopped in front of the church yard and.
Airya called out to her musicians,
"Hurry now. Meet me at the Tower court yard..it's almost time for the parade to start."
Quickly they all joined the gathering at the Tower.

Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia turned towards the Princess with a smile, and a quick curtsy, However I may be of service. She spoke, with a laugh. I do think we're missing her, your Highness. I can send another maid if you'd like, to ensure she's wakened? I would hate for her to miss a chance to break her fast. Kazzia waited for direction as to what the Princess or lady Lavea wished her to do.
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Calisa

Oh the parade! She couldn't be late after all! She hurried up and ran through the crowd keeping her hat atop of her head as she looked for everyone else, it took a bit of time but she eventually found Elsbet and Raella and ran over to them only slightly out of breath. She put her hands on her knees and took a few deep breaths before finally able to give them a smile and and stand straight. "Ah I made it, I did! Where do we go? Are we just to stand here then?"
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-Lady's Companion to Alexandrya- Thanks Chyler for the Banner!

Aggnes.holifard

Kazzia_llewellynn wrote:

Kazzia stood and turned to the room. Seeing ladies in varying states of dress she moved around to the Princess' side. Your Highness, if there is anything you need of me, you've only to let me know. She curtsied and winked at Lavea and Saira. Before moving to a nearby bench to sit, until such a time as someone needed her help, or they were ready to depart.

Aggnes ran through another mental check-list. "I think I may have need of you, yes - or possibly Lavea does. Is everyone here? I don't think I've heard Daisy's voice, and if she was present, silence would be worrying rather than reassuring."
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Bhnapoleon

Llyres wrote:

A messenger arrived and spoke to Llyres and she nodded happily at his words. Turning to look at Nap and Mel, she spoke in a low tone, It seems as they were able to accommodate the request for the horses. Catching Nap by the arm as he turned to heed the call to muster, she laughed merrily, I think I best go with you. The Devon Regiment and Navy can ride together or side by side, if you'd like, unless they want the armies to group together and the navies to group together.. With that possibility, Llyres turned to see if she could pinpoint where REN and the other county navy representatives might be standing.

Oh, my lady sorry. I am little confused. Of course we can ride side by side. Moreever that would make me very happy. [/b]
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Victoria inevitabilis est, Baron of Calshot

Llyres

Devon Navy Admiral|Marchioness of Deheubarth|Earl of Portsmouth|KoTG|Veteran Admiral REN

Daisydread

Daisy was decidedly not pleased by the loud rapping on her door at the crack of dawn. Her hand shot out from where she was cozily buried from under the pile of blankets and rummaged around for the object nearest her person… ah, there it was! Her trusty silver flask, the one she never left home without. Clearly, it was also one of her many favorite bedtime companions. She hurled it towards the door with a growl. “Go away!” The maid quickly scampered off and left the youngest Holifard to snooze a little longer.
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Llyres

Melpomena wrote:

“Good morning you two“, Mel said greeting Nap and Llyres who were already deep in conversation.

Devon Navy Admiral|Marchioness of Deheubarth|Earl of Portsmouth|KoTG|Veteran Admiral REN

Robinoflocksley

Robin blinked, a bit stunned by Cullan's small speech to them. The praise wasn't something that he heard often or from many people. After a moment, his expression softened, and a smile formed his lips. Raising the goblet he'd been handed, he offered a small toast. "May today go smoothly, and your reign be filled with wisdom, generosity, and prosperity, Your Majesty." Finished with his few words, the warden drank from his goblet.

From the window he'd opened behind him, Robin heard a horn and faint announcement. Glancing outside, he saw the parade staying to line up. "We should finish up. It looks like the parade is staying to line up."
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Cordelia

Cordelia takes the goblet, examining the imagery... appropriate she thought. "To your health, Uncle," she says, taking a sip. Looking to Robin, she nods, "Indeed, Cullan, are ye ready?"
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Caitilin

Louis_llewellynn wrote:

The Prince arrived dressed in the regalia of the Order of the Garter, he looked around and shrugged as he seemed to be the only one here.

I'm your Lady...Duchess of Westmorland~Knight Marshal KoE~CKoA, CoH~Lady Companion of the Garter

Bhnapoleon

Llyres wrote:

Melpomena wrote:

“Good morning you two“, Mel said greeting Nap and Llyres who were already deep in conversation.

Victoria inevitabilis est, Baron of Calshot

Kalens

Kalens pondered it a long time then made a decision. He would wait at the cathedral. Marching along in the parade would only aggravate his bad leg and to hobble while presenting the crown would not be good.

Arriving at the front of cathedral he marveled at the beauty of the day. No finer a raiment could a coronation have than a beautiful day... and they were rare in London, especially this time of year.

He checked his garb. There wasn't much to check actually. Kalens had chose to wear the simple vestments of his position as one of Lichfield's deacons. Gold glinted in his hair along with some rose cut rubies and cabochons of jet... the prince's circlet of the House of Hohenzollern.
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Baronet and Deacon of Lichfield, Lord of Caverswall and Greystoke,Royal Emissary, Prinz ob Prusse exsulo

Amerys

She'd broken her fast privately in the Guardian, the RG's little pub in their part of the Tower, and changed into her dress uniform, making sure everything was exact. Then, back outside to wait.
Restless was soon brought around by a stableboy who had his hands full as the big horse twisted this way and that, curiously taking in all the activity. Amerys shook her head wryly. "Livin' up t' your name t'day, are ye lad?" She took the reins from the boy as she gave the courser a friendly, but firm pat on the shoulder and checked the saddle's girth. Leading the gelding over to a mounting stone she slid onto the saddle quickly, for the horse, as expected, sidled away as her foot touched the stirrup. Amerys drew up the reins and sighed inwardly. He was a good, brave beast, and tireless on the road, but patience was not his strong suit... The Royal carriages were not yet in position, so his rider began walking him around the green, turning him in small circles now and then with hands and heels until she felt him calm and steady beneath her. "There's a good lad," she murmured approvingly.

Then came a trumpet call and across the way she heard Captain MacLeod call out, "Royal Guards! Post!"
"That's us, lad," she commented and saw Restless' ears flick back as she spoke. She chuckled softly and guided the big gelding into position.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

With the help of Katiya and Emily Kazzia was soon wiggling into her chainmail undergarments, and stepping into her slippers. Katiya painted her face with care and handed her a cup of tea, before beginning to mix the colors for her lips. Kaz hurriedly sipped the brew relieved to find someone had slipped mint into it. She felt something be pressed into her hands and heard Her Highness speak of a gift for them, looking down at the goblet she smiled. It is a lovely gift, Highness, thank you. And as our end goal is to make you Her Majesty Aggnes Holifard, I think we can forgive you. She laughed. Then quickly closed her own mouth as Katiya picked up her brush and began working on her lips. Emily took the cup from her hands and wrapped it, before placing it in her jewel box. I'll ensure it is at the feast for you, my lady. She said. And Kaz nodded. When the last stroke of the brush was applied and Katiya nodded, her eyes a bit misty, Kazzia stood and turned to the room. Seeing ladies in varying states of dress she moved around to the Princess' side. Your Highness, if there is anything you need of me, you've only to let me know. She curtsied and winked at Lavea and Saira. Before moving to a nearby bench to sit, until such a time as someone needed her help, or they were ready to depart.

(((IF you wish to see the dresses, jewels, shoes and such feel free to look here http://forum.renaissancekingdoms.com/viewtopic.php?t=2244698&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=30)))
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Noromical

Noro heard the call for lineup and promptly took his place near the front of the parade. However, the earthen tones of his clothing looked rather out of place among all the scarlet, gold, and blues. His expression was cheery enough, although his eyes looked weary. Was it boredom? Or perhaps it was simply age catching up to him.
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Anjolique

Anjolique had been sitting quietly, observing, whilst having breakfast. Listening to what was going on, planning things out for the day, and mostly just taking in the sights and sounds; the entire experience. Her teacup now empty, the armoma of peaches mingled with fine leaves still wafting from within, was placed upon the table in front of her beside the mostly eaten muffin and plate of cheese. The time for eating had passed as things were getting underway so she then had moved to the appropriate areas to begin changing for the parade.

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Pennblade

Alfred Cottsfield made his way down the roads. He knew he would be tired at day's end at this rate, but he didn't mind. It had been a long time since he performed before a large crowd. The Winter Festival was the last time. Sure, just before leaving Penrith, he had entertained his patrons in the Blue Hat with a tale. He still had his knack for telling stories. He recalled receiving the request to be in the parade. He wasn't certain what to wear, considering much of his attire was ruined or daily wear. He managed to gather up a new outfit for himself before arriving, thankfully, so he could look presentable.

It was strange, not having his cloak on his body for once. He had never done a show without it. Besides, despite the luck he swore it gave him, the item was badly damaged and falling apart. It wouldn't look well at all to appear at the parade with it. He swore that once he returned to Penrith, he would have it repaired. The other question was also if it could even be repaired.

In the distance, he saw the parade forming and shook his head. He was late? He raced down the street and to the front of the line with the rest of the entertainers. He reached onto his back and pulled the quarterstaff out that hung from his back and placed it on the ground. He tapped the pavement quietly as he placed both hands upon the quarterstaff.

He stood quietly and waited.
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Created by Bellacamy; Storyteller Magna of Winter 1462. Bartender of the Blue Hat.

Elsbet

Sporting a oddly shaped green hat atop red curls made it rather easy to spot Miss Rae. As Elsbet bumped her way through the crowd, many Beg Pardons were offered along with one quick apology for stepping on a fussy feminine foot
Silly lass.. should've worn boots.. really!

Out of breath, Elsbet eventually reached Miss Rae..

"Hall..ha.. Lordy..Hallo!! Ho.. how's it going? Have you alerted the folks? And did you find Balako's banner? I see Baby is still safe thanks to Paulie and Gus.. good fellas those two setting up a little tent to keep her from prying eyes. Oi.. you know any of these folks?"
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Aggnes.holifard

Lavea wrote:

Lav glanced out the window at the call of the herald. "Indeed we need to get a move on, anyone not helping her Highness begin changing, we need to be down in an hour. A page confirmed the King has drunk his tea ma'am. Right, into the tub." She scooped up the rose petals and herbs and closed the door. "How much ink do you get on the paper?"

"Most of it goes on the paper, some of it comes off again. It should do the same now, and if it doesn't, that vinegar preparation may come in handy. Right, let's get this done."

Aggnes had always preferred efficiency to luxury, but even she had to admit that three pairs of hands scrubbing did the job faster than one. Before long she was out, towelled dry, into the clean undergown - silk, this time - and rather to her surprise, still had some skin left on her fingers. Callouses from a pickaxe probably helped...

Then there were hairdressers behind her, and her eyes closed as Eira's lethal but effective mixture was applied to her face. She couldn't do anything herself, for the moment, and with time to think about something other than immediate details, the butterflies started to creep back into her stomach. She forced them back down again. Eyes closed. Listen. The chatter of maids and bridesmaids as they dressed, noises from outside as the procession formed up - you could learn quite a lot, listening. Interesting that the army, navy, and various other orders all had different commands for "line up and get over there". What else did she have to do, and by when...? ah, yes.

In a gap when she could speak without getting a mouth full of arsenic, she had one more thing to delegate. "Could someone look for a small chest next to my desk, please? Should have a receipt from a silversmith on top."

When it was found and brought in, and she'd got another gap in which to speak: "A little present for all of you, as thanks for serving me here today: a souvenir, if you like. You may want to arrange to have them with you at the feast."

Inside the chest was a silver goblet for each person present. Engraved on its surface was St. George fighting his dragon, the lance making its final strike within the wyrm's mouth. Entwined within the dragon's body was the personal arms of Princess Aggnes - a semee of bezants on a green field. Carried by St. George was Cullan's own crow upon a white field, with a green chevron and pile. Delicately engraved upon a scroll in the corner were the words 'Their Majesties Cullan and Aggnes Holifard, 23 April 1463'.

"A little premature, as I'm not yet a Holifard, but I'm sure you can overlook that slight fault."
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Sythe

Sythe ensured that his breakfast was finished quickly before preparing to make his way to the carriage with the King. Thank you he said to the meek servant who took his plate once he had finished. He was glad for beautiful weather and was ready for a long day ahead. He stood to attention for King Cullan and waited until he was ready to join the procession before taking his place in line.
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Sandoval

Sandoval was a bit confused and looked to Admiral Jasmine for instructions, but it seemed that she's already moved off. Sandy hurried over to where the navy and army representatives seemed to be gathering and moved into the half formed line.
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Elsbet

Breakfast was over and Elsbet scurried off to look for her 'dragon-mates'...
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Raella

Raella stood next to a monstrous structure draped in several large tarps. Only a set of wooden wheels and glimpses of candy and treats could be seen under the coverings.

Psst, Els, over here! She giggled and adjusted her knitted dragon cap securely over her wild fiery locks.
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Mortarion09

OOC: RL prevents me from being active in the forums

even though I am here I am just hidden in the shadows
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Catriona_mackenzie

Arriving with a few minutes to spare, Cat heard the trumpet sound. Taking note of the Herald's instructions she looked to where all were gathering. For a moment to her eyes, unused to taking part in such events, it seemed all confusion as folk seemed to swarm before her all over the place. Yet order was gradually established and she moved to where the religious representatives were bid to stand.

Adjusting the neckline of her cloak's cowl that rested back to cover her shoulders, she waited in the pleasant sunshine of the April morning. It was going to be a fine day, she thought, quite content. 'Twas a shame her son was not here to watch the parade for she realised it was going to be quite a spectacle. Still there would be other years, and she smiled as she thought of her young boy, safely tucked away in Hastings.
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Melpomena

Mel set out with Morana from the inn she'd stayed at yesterday. The journey from Chard was long and a bit tiring, but she managed to rest and hoped Morana did too. The early morning found them both walking about London, Mel pulling the horse's reins and guiding her through already crowded streets.

The walk was slow, but enjoyable with many open markets and merchants loudly squabbling over visiting customers; inviting them to purchase their product and not one of their competitors. The place was as busy as a beehive, throngs of people from every direction going about their daily business.

Close to the courtyard where everyone was to assemble, a trumpet's call was heard. Just in time, Mel reflected. In the distance, the girl could see many people that already gathered, apparently conversing pleasantly with each other. However, her eyes searched for her fellow Knights. Drawing in closer, she finally saw two familiar faces and went to join them carefully leading Morana with her. Straightening her garment, Mel approached them and smiled.

“Good morning you two“, Mel said greeting Nap and Llyres who were already deep in conversation.
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Jamesthemad

...In the breakfast tents...
Our large friend had just about worked up the nerve to attempt to engage Bishop Gawain in conversation, when he heard a single tone call on a trumpet. Weel. says he, Tha' be our cue. It begins. James rises, and bows formally to the Bishop. Andy, if ye'll take th' front, Sythe an' I weel take th' sides, fae th' King's carriage since we've an odd number. If any more join us, we shall then take the four corners of't. A nod to all present, and the big Scot is out of the tents and headed to his mount. Removing his cloak as he walks, our large neighbor reveals the full dress uniform of the Royal Guard; with its high boots, thigh length scarlet tunic and gold trim. His customary white baldric crosses his chest, with the devices of his order and sect pinned to it. Beside that, upon the left breast of his tunic, hang his own decorations, in order of precedence. At his left hip, and completely out of character for his normal preferences, hangs a heavy broadsword, it's polished hilts and sheath glinting in the morning light.

Donning a pair of white gauntlets, James hands his cloak to the stable hand who had minded his borrowed mount, with a request to drop it by the barracks for him. That done, our friend takes the reins, and mounts. It takes him only a handful of moments to ride round to about the center of the courtyard. Once there, and after he calms the fidgeting Spitfyre, which mount he had borrowed from the Duchess Huntingdon, our young friend for the first time in his life gives an order. Royal Guards! Post!
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Aleksander75

It was time to line up. Aleks was still mid bite in something or other. He hadn't actually looked at what food was being served. He was so hungry, he had just started eating. Quickly finishing his bite and chugging his tea, he put on his chimere, scrarf and hat.

Now for the cuffs, which he always had trouble with. Half-running, half-trying not to fall over he mad his way over to the place where he needed to stand for the procession, still trying to put on his cuffs.
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Lavea

A herald blew once on his trumpet, and then with a very loud booming voice called out, "My Lords, Ladies, and Gentlemen, will you now assemble and prepare your places. Musicians and Entertainers to announce the way, followed by Representatives of the Army and Navy, Religious Heads, County Leaders, Members of the Garter, Royal Guard - to be shortly joined by the King, County Dragons and Knightly Orders, shortly to be followed by the Princess' Party."
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Lavea

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

Line-up Order: Musicians and Entertainers, 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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Pagan

Pagan woke up on a floor of her room in the inn, her arms death-locked around a tin bucket, with no will to live. She didn't feel human, she didn't even feel like a mammal. Her head was throbbing. Her eyes were red enough to give her features a lizardish cast. She would have puked but she quite apparently took care of that last night, with none too good of an aim. She vaguely remembered doing some really dumb and embarrassing things last night. Her body had lost the ability to generate saliva, her tongue flopped in her mouth like a nightmare-plagued drunkard thrashing around in a crammed thatched hut. She would have cried like a baby but that would have stolen the last few drops of moisture left in her body.

"Milady, milady, I have tried to wake you up for an hour now - you will be late for the parade!"

That was Fannie Rump, her handmaiden. Pagan moaned and groaned. Oh yes, she remembered now. She was in London. Her grandiose plan of renting the best inn of London all to herself did not take, because of all the people who had come for the Royal coronation and wedding party. She had been lucky to find a vacant room in a third class inn near the docks. Then she had left to explore the night life of London - with a solemn promise to herself to get back early and drink in moderation because of the early awakening in the morning. The last thing she recalled was accepting her ninth shot offer with the exhortation, 'Hell yeah! Let's get this party started!' Everything after that was a black vacuum populated with shifting, vaguely menacing shapes.

Pagan turned her head too quickly and smelled the funk of rotgut hooch in her hair. She tried to remember what she had promised to Admiral Ashenheart back in Lewes. Something about a barge? Which barge, where? What time it was? Already too late, too late. Rowan would kill her. But then again, death seemed pretty awesome right now.

There was no time for a bath or cleaning up. Fannie fussed about over her, dragged her on the bed and helped the naval outfit on her. Pagan croaked something about an eye-opener. Fannie spread her arms helplessly. "I'm sorry milady, there is nothing left! You insisted to drink everything!"

Finally she was ready and Fannie pushed her out of the door. Stumbling and vibrating, with eyes red as fire, Pagan shuffled out of the inn into the blinding morning sun. Now where was the Royal Navy assembling? What about the barge Admiral Ashenheart had mentioned?

She was so dead.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

With a broad smile on her face Kazzia smiled at Lady Kit, as she turned the material in her hand. I'm actually working on the last in a set of handkerchiefs for my brother. The family's crest will be on them, if I can ever quit forgetting where I've set it down. I keep putting it down and then when I want it I've left it. Last time I had left it in my fishing boat. She turned it and displayed the red and gold crest of her family. She was proud of how this one was turning about. She'd been afraid that she'd started her rows wrong thus off setting the design, but that simply wasn't the case and she went to work on right upper corner. As Lady Aggnes mentioned tea for upset stomachs, Kaz looked at Taarna and smiled. She turned so that she could see the Princess, seeing if she had any task she needed her to complete.
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Louis_llewellynn

The Prince arrived dressed in the regalia of the Order of the Garter, he looked around and shrugged as he seemed to be the only one here.
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Corsaira

Saira took the book back. "I can hold it. I am the Librarian after all. But first I'm going to find a nail brush and give them hands a scrub. If that ink don't come out it's fine gloves for ye. Lace maybe. But I've got worse out of fleeces. And me own hands, for that matter."

She starts looking through the provided bath attendant tools for something like the things she used on her sheep.
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Andreas.sharpe

Andreas joined the gathering leading a mount he had... requisitioned ... from the stables, and tied her up by a white horse in the courtyard.

Entering the tent as discreetly as he could and seeing the King already in attendance, he bowed before moving looking for a quiet spot he could take away from the hubbub of the gathered taking their repast, nodding greetings to his Captain and fellow guardsman as he did so.
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Noodle

Noodle recognised Robin from the House of Lords and grinned as he spoke up. Noodle nodded in agreement, a sharp edge for a dapper gent, of course. Noodle left the blade on the side and moved over to take advantage of the breakfast served. King Cullan jested and Noodle couldn't help but remember looking up at the former Judge of Sussex as he slammed his hammer down and found Noodle guilty of treason. That memory gifted a certain irony for Noodle's role in the ceremony to come. There was a small pride in Noodle, hearing the King's praise - the conscious arch of betterment must have been paying off after all.

The silver goblet was majestic. The violent instance engraved on the side was powerful. After Cullan poured the whiskey, Noodle politely took his goblet in hand and raised it for the King's complex toast! Here, here. To the good in all men, even those in shades of grey.

Noodle drank trustingly from the silver cup.
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Sandoval

Sandoval was turning her head to look at evrything in sight. There was so much to see that she felt her headbwas going to spin off. All the ladies looked absolutely stunning and the men. Well... handsome was the only word close enough to describe them. She noticed the bouncing figure of the princess, Angie, flitting around. Sandoval waves at her, not sure if the gesture was noticed. she was probably too excited for her father to notice.

Sandy is slightly startled by a voice directed at her. Was the nearby beautiful lady talking to her? Wait... it was the Admiral- Jasmine! Sandy quickly gives a smart salute, or at least tries.

My lady... admiral! Hello! Thanks for letting me come, this is such a grand event and I am so honoured to attend. Nice to see a friendly face too! I love the uniform, it's a nice hybrid.

Sandy look admiringly at Jasmine and then around. She was sure it was going to be a great day. Maybe she'll see another familiar person or even make new friends. She was so excited for her friend, Princess Angie too, since she'd told Sandy earlier how proud she was of her father.
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Cullan

Cullan called his greetings to Sythe, then gave Cordelia a look of mock exhaustion "Th' Royal Warden was jus' gettin' on me fer not eatin'."he grumbled under his breath something along the lines of 'not feeding a she-dragon', but didn't voice it. Instead he limped toward the well-stuffed chair that had been brought in for him. He looked around at those gathered, still awe-struck over the past few weeks. King, betrothed and married all in less than two weeks.

A meek servant slipped in behind Sythe, going around the edge of the room to reach him. He carried a jug and cup, stammering "Her--um...Her Highness sends this...and says to eat..."

The King laughed jovially "Nursemaids, all a ya. Ya'd think tha' th' Keeng'd drop dead if th' wind blew too hard." Still, he took the tea from him and a scone, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. The servant bobbed an assent, and slid back outside. There wasn't much time, and he needed to get niceties over. "I know all ya lads 're members 'a everything. So...I don't expect any 'a ya ta walk wi' me. Ya can if ya want, but yer counties an' armies 're more important than me."

He took a deep breath, sipping the Princess' tea as he thought. "I might as well do this now. Lads..."he smiled to his niece "An' lass. When asked fer th' wedding party, th' Princess claimed a lass frae every family. I needed ta gaither mine as well. Fer tha' I chose a man frae every County tha' deserved recognition. Each 've ya aren't th' loudest wheel. Ya don't get th' immediate silence 'a those 'round ya." he smirked "Except mebbe th' Count 'a Sussex...but 'e learned tha' in our yellin' matches." he winked at Noodle, who'd been his enemy for far too long. "Joking aside. Yer noticed. I see ya. Ye all wark hard in th' defense 'a England an' yer Counties. Ya bring somethin' ta say in every discussion. Yer intelligent, well mannered an' noble. I admire each an' every one 'a ya..."his voice trailed off as a page entered carrying a tray. On it was silver goblet for each person present. Engraved on it's surface was St. George fighting his dragon, the lance making it's final strike within the wyrm's mouth. Entwined within the dragon's body was the personal arms of the Princess - a semee of bezants on a green field. Carried by St. George was his own crow upon a white field, with a green chevron and pile. Delicately engraved upon a scroll in the corner was the words 'Their Majesties Cullan and Aggnes Holifard, 23 April 1463'.

He took his own, nodding as the page filled his, then moved to fill the others. The whisky was imported from Orkney, distilled before a few of them were born. Single malt, it was smooth and smokey, with a finish of fruit and mild nuttiness. He'd spent a lot of money to bring it down, but it was most certainly worth the occasion. Smiling to the group, he called out. "Here’s to you, as good as ya are, An' here’s ta me, as bad as I am!" he held up his cup"But as good as you are, an' as bad as I am, I am as good as you are, as bad as I am!"
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Gawain59

Jamesthemad wrote:

...Out in the courtyard...
A certain large fellow quietly re-enters the area, shrouded for the moment in a dark cloak, leading a white mare of probably Moorish lines. The animal had been groomed to within an inch of her life, coat brushed til she shone, hooves cared for and oiled, mane and tail trimmed neatly though still long and flowing. The tack buckled onto the mare shone with a certain warmth of well oiled and cared for leather, even in the soft light of morning. Spotting a young stable hand not too far from the tents that were his current destination, our large friend beckons the lad, hands him a fat silver coin, and instructs the lad to care for his mount until it is time.

That done, our neighbor enters the tents, and quietly asks after a portion of the morning meal being offered. This in hand, James moves to a spot near the end of one bench, and sits. Noticing Bishop Gawain, the young Captain nods cordially in greeting, and gestures to his side in invitation for that worthy to join him at breakfast. Y' Grace, twould be a fine thing tae be privileged tae break fast wi' ye. Come sit, if yer of a mind.

All the while, our friend tries hard not to get anything on himself, and ignores the hints of scarlet and bright gold trim that keep peeking out from his cloak.

Upon being greeted by James and invited to sit next to him, Bishop Gawain nods cordially in return.

"Good morning, Captain, 'twill be my pleasure to breakfast with you."

Gawain then promptly takes a seat next to the young Captain at the indicated side, and he begins to eat, his cloak still wrapped closely around himself to keep out the chill of the early morning.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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.

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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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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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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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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Sythe

Sythe seemed to be the last of the groomsmen to arrive, as he had checked in with the Royal Guard before making his way. He was glad to have received the invitation, and as he approached the other groomsmen and King Cullan, he gave each of them a friendly smile. He had also heard something about breakfast, but would wait for the King himself before indulging his hunger.

He was most familiar with Sir Joels Joe whom he knew from the Order of St. Georges. Lord Robin he had seen present within several national offices, and he only knew Lord Galrador as being a candidate to represent Mercia on the King's privy council. King Cullan he had been spending much time with on the roads and in taverns, and believed that extra ale would be beneficial for after the coronation.

He gave a bow to the King upon his approach. Sythe Morgan, Groomsman and Royal Guard at your service.
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Llyres

"Who wants to wake up with half the bed gone cold?" Llyres frowned and tried to settle deeper into the bed, which has just been deserted by her husband, 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 with satisfaction 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, which allowed some peace away from the bustle of an Inn. Looking at the assortment of clothing that she had brought, her gown, her robes of the Garter, and her Devon Navy Admiral's uniform, she simply shock her head 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. "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."
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Jamesthemad

Baron Norham/Squire to Sir Robert Frankel, KotRE/Captain of the Royal Guard

Taarna

Noromical wrote:

Noro could practically feel the two women staring at him, as though their gazes were boring holes into his clothes. He looked over in their direction and offered a friendly wave and a warm smile.

Taarna saw that the blonde gentleman down below was looking up at Kazzia and her. She suppressed an urge to giggle as he waved at them. "Ah!" she exclaimed, smiling, to Kaz. "See, the mysterious gentleman has spied us! Let us wave back at him!" She leaned out the window a bit, offering a polite wave as greeting, even as Kaz waved then stepped back. Kaz might be a bit shy, but Taarna was not!

As she leaned out the window to wave, she could see further activity and more people milling about. "Ah, the gentlemen must be outside waiting on His Majesty," she remarked to Kazzia. "But I see others as well...probably involved in the wedding in some capacity, I'd imagine. I think it's probably taking quite a lot of people to make this event happen."

Moving away from the window, she noticed that Kaz still seemed a bit nervous. "Are you feeling well? Is there aught I can do to help, my friend?"

Lady Lavea announced then that it was time for Princess Aggnes' bath. Turning to Lavea, she asked, "Are we to assist with the bath, or should we retire to our chambers and ready ourselves for the wedding at this time?"

She was not really sure how many bridesmaids Aggnes would want present with her at the bath. Were it her, the number would be zero. Then again, this was a royal bath, and Taarna had not a clue what occurred at such an occasion!
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Kazzia_llewellynn

The musician glanced up as she glanced out the window when Lavea told them his name, embarrassed to be caught staring, she knew better it was rude, she flushed red. Waving back at him and smiling happily she stepped away from the window and tried to tone the coloring on her face down. She bowed her head for a moment and felt her face return to it's normal color. Smiling at the ladies gathering she couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves as she thought of the coming day, the other ladies, many of them were accustomed to being in the center of attention at large gathering, She herself not so much. Perhaps she'd ask Taarna if she'd brought her herbs case. Like a fool Kazzia had left her own chests at home. She lay her hand against her abdomen, bowed her head, and prayed that she did nothing to embarrass her family. She straightened her spin, dropped her shoulders back, and smiled brightly at the ladies gathering. To keep her hands busy she pulled her embroidery hoop from her purse, it would keep her hands busy until such a time as she was directed to her next task.
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Lark

Lark had spent the night in her usual room in her usual London inn. It was small and plain, and cheap, but also clean and comfortable (by her standards) and served good food. And it was far enough off the main roads that she could be herself rather than forced to meet expectations of what was suitable for a noble.

She grimaced at the dress hanging from a peg in the wall. Today, she had to make certain compromises. Even she couldn't get away with showing up to a coronation in work clothes, no matter how comfortable. In past years, she'd settled for just watching the parade, but this time she'd been dragged into the thick of it. The dress was a gorgeous dark burgandy red, made even darker by the black embroidery that disguised the divided skirts and wound around the close-fitting sleeves. Fashion be blowed, she wasn't having trailing bits of cloth dangling into everything, or dragging through everything. She'd been firm with the dressmaker - who in turn had complained that Lark would look like a peasant - but complied.

She slipped downstairs in shirt and breeches to grab some breakfast. Bread and cheese and mint tea, with a stored winter apple from home served nicely. Then it was back upstairs with a jug of water to wash and change and make ready for the long day ahead of her.
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Cullan

Cullan chuckled at the Mercian, shaking his head "eat, lad! Yer taxes bought it, might as well enjoy it." he nodded as each man entered, happy that they had accepted his invitation. He had worried, considering he barely knew them. So far, though, they had answered.

The old man adjusted the red brocade doublet when Robin made the suggestion. He was right, of course, but his nerves had gone so bad he feared he would get sick. "eat?!" he chortled "I'm about ta wed a dragon! I'd rather be skin an' bones, so she don't decide ta make a meal 'a me! No, m'lads. Eat up. Ah Joels." he smiled to him. "I'm sure th' Mistress a' th' Knights 'a Saint George wouldn't 'a let me miss my weddin'...especially wi' th' dress I commissioned..."his voice trailed off, his attention on the razor Noodle pulled out. Raising an eyebrow he asked. "What're ya plannin' ta do wi' tha'?"
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Sandoval

Sandoval entered the hall, where she could see a crowd was already standing around to welcome the King. She gathered up her skirts so no one, including herself would trip over the train. It wasn't anything too grand, just a dress of purple silk, trimmed with ggold thread, with a train at the back. At least the floor will be clean, she thought as she nearly tripped and regreted choosing that dress.

As a representative Sussex navy, she was honoured to be here. She had never be at an event as large as this and was really looking forwards to it.

My lords and ladies, good day.

She spottted Giap from her town made her way over to him. It was nice to see a familiar face in all this finery. Maybe she might even glimpse the royals...
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Lavea

Seeing the boys were well attended, Lav headed back towards the Queen's apartments, checking with a few messangers on the way, before reentering. "Ma'am, your tub is ready when you are."
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Mysti

Where was the mail? Where... ah, there! The day... tomorrow. Why was it always that soon?
Anyhow, there was a night to travel ahead, though the trip from Lewes to London Tower
was just north, well, almost at least. Past Uckfield, then north, passing Seven Oaks' ruins
and entering London by Croydon, up to River Thames to the Tower.

The Archbishop of Southwark had an evening of full preparations, though clearly not as much
as the King and the bride. That thought always kept her calm, so Mysti took her clerical
robes and also added the regular gown, as for the Baroness of Brighton, should this title
be preferred. Early in the day she had ordered her carriage to be prepared, so once she had
herself prepared, the carriage was ready as well. All evening and night the horses had to
trot and gallop to make the about 50 miles in due time.

Close to the streets around the Tower most roads were soon filled and Mysti had to get off
the carriage and complete the last parts of the way. Soon she saw the tents and looked
around. Yes... there was breakfast in preparations and it smelled good. After the trip and
a little bit 'f rest she also got a hunger. So many people... coronations and funerals
always brought many people of nobility crammed into tents and cathedrals. Mysti got
closer and soon found some familiar faces and even some people where she even knew
the names.
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Miller, Wheat/Corn Farmer, veggie grower, URAC priestess
Formerly: Mayor and Town Mentor of Canterbury,
. . . . . . . Member of Sussex Army; army commander

Corsaira

Saira arrives early to present herself to Princess Aggnes. Maid of honour at a royal wedding? That'd be something to tell the grandchildren...

But Saira and Aggnes knew each other well. Maid of honour in this case meant something along the lines of aide de camp. Combined personal assistant and bodyguard. The other bridesmaids were there to be beautiful and represent their noble houses, as was proper. Saira was there to make sure Lady Aggnes didn't trip over her frock, walk in muddy puddles, go thirsty or have anything other than a perfect day. She had sworn oath to Jah on it that morning, witnessed by no-one but Himself and her cat, Ale.

Saira's betrothed was to perform the wedding ceremony also - a big day for the Aristotelian Westmorland Eclectic Synod of Missionary Evangelists, the small Aristotelian sect that she, Aleks and Aggnes all belonged to. She had rather hoped she might see Aleks before the ceremony, but he'd be at the Abbey making his own preparations. He might seem a bit addled to those that didn't know him, but she knew very well that when he was doing Jah's work he took it extremely seriously. And it was the first time their little church would be thrown into the national eye, so all had to be perfect.

Fortunately Aggnes also knew Saira well enough to not try to get her into a dress - Saira did wear skirts at home but not on ship for obvious reasons, and had kept her usual Navy garb but had invested in a new plume for her hat and a finer jacket. She had been given special dispensation by the Royal Guard to keep her cutlass; she felt very much On Duty and would have felt uncomfortable without it. She presented herself to where the Princess was preparing for her wedding day. She had brought a personal gift - a small, beautifully bound pocket copy of The Homilies, a sacred text of theirs. It was, due to the fact that The Homilies were always being added to, a rather unusual design in that it had a clever system for sewing in new pages as new Homilies were added.

She waited to be ushered in to see the Princess. How far they had all come. On seeing her, she bowed, as was appropriate, then grinned. "D'ye remember when ye burst in on me and Aleks on the floor? Did ye think then that I would end up maid of honour to a future Queen, and that twit who banged his head on the floor would be doing the royal wedding?" She chuckled at the happy memory.
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Dunpeal

Dunpeal left home very early to make it in time. His old bones took its toil but he was happy to attend the grand ceremony that is a royal wedding and coronation. He had been invited as the mayor of Chard and was very pleased to be able to represent his humble town in this lavish affair.

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Galrador

Before the King could respond to his inquiries, they were both joined by one of the other groomsmen, Lord Robin. He had heard about the man, or better yet, read about his work in the REA. Something which had made quite an impression. Though looking at his face, he could tell he was a little at loss about who he was, though he eventually remember. Correctly in fact. He nodded back in agreement. It is Lord Robin. It's a pleasure to finally proper meet you.

Before much of the other pleasantries could commence, another man entered to room, quickly followed by another shortly after. Knowing there would be a total of five groomsmen, including himself, he figured both of them would be amongst them. He carefully eyed the man placing a knife on the table, but it seemed as if this man knew the King much better than he did.

Your Majesty. Lord Robin makes a valid point. It would be good to have a little rest and something to eat while you still can. We have a long and heayv day in front of us. And while you are seated, perhaps our friend with the knife can go about his business as well. It's surely much easier to do here than have him flick open the knife again while we are out on in the public. Though it sure would give the guards a run for their money. He chuckled lightly at the thought of it.
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Bhnapoleon

Nap always loved large, festive events with a lot of nobleman, and without poor peasants. He was very happy when he was asked to attend the coronation as commander of the Devon Regiment.

Since he had become the commander he hadn't had a lot of time for fancy events. Winter was very long this year and he still felt the cold winds in the bones.

Nap wore solemn clothes, on the left arm he had a little Templar emblem, and on the right the emblem of the Devon Regiment. On the right side of Nap's horse was his shield. The shield was divided into two halves, on first half was Nap's personal coat of arms, and on second his family coat of arms.

Nap saw a lot of people in courtyard, but he was not hungry and decied to stay a bit isolated. He hoped that he would soon see his brothers and sisters from the Templars.
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Noromical

Noro could practically feel the two women staring at him, as though their gazes were boring holes into his clothes. He looked over in their direction and offered a friendly wave and a warm smile.
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Amerys

She passed Captain MacLeod on her way out, snapping a salute in passing as she wished him a good morning. Only a few days ago their positions had been reversed, but Amerys was more than glad to see James in the command position now and had every confidence in him.
No time for chitchat though, as both pressed on with the business of the day.

Her wolfhound at her heels, the petite redhead strode directly to the Tower's stables. A few questioning looks were sent her way, but they were used to her and no one interfered. There were grooms aplenty, but for an occasion such as this she'd leave nothing to chance and took as much care with her horse's appearance as she would with her own later. While Restless had his morning grain Amerys methodically curried, combed and brushed the black courser to a glow, then ran an experienced hand down each leg checking for swelling or tenderness before lifting the feet to clean his hooves and check his shoes.
She knew her tack was already polished and ready, but she gave it a quick dusting off with a soft cloth anyway, before leaving.

Outside by the gate she scratched her dog's ears as she looked around. She'd been assigned to escort the Heir, Princess Aggnes, today, but the Lady was not yet in evidence.
As she waited though, a fond and familiar face appeared. "Liam! My but you're up b'fore the birds this morn!" she exclaimed with a grin and the lad chuckled in response. "Aye, cousin, but I knew the big lad here'd need tendin'." He rubbed Fior's head as the wolfhound gave a huge dog-grin of pleasure. "Maeve's back at the Inn wi' wee Branna and Anna," he offered and Amerys nodded. All was well then. Her stepdaughter could join Liam later while the maid, Anna, looked after three year old Branna. Then they could all meet up with Rowan after the ceremonies. At least that's what she hoped... Juggling family and duty wasn't always easy.

Amerys sent the big dog off with Liam and returned to her duty quarters in the Tower. Time to get herself polished up for the day's events.
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Jessa.jane

Jessa hadn't slept a wink all night though she wasn't surprised. It was the first night since she had wed that she wasn't sleeping in the arms of her husband, and after several hours of staring at the ceiling and counting the stones in the wall she finally settled watching out as the night slowly turned to day. She watched as in the early hours everything already started to come to life and she found distraction in watching as everything was being set up for the day. She hadn't realized how late in the morning it had become until the knock came to the door signaling time to attend breakfast.

She quickly dressed in a dress tasteful and respectable. It was a bit more sophisticated than her normal choice but having only been in London once or twice before and never the tower, she wanted to make the proper impression and not embarrass her family.

She found her way to where to dine to find some of the ladies already finished with the morning nourishment, and looking out the window. She knew she should eat, but the moment her mind found even a second with no designated thought, she thought of her Edward and wondered if he had as well endured a sleepless night. Trying to shake her feeling she grabbed a small something to eat, paying not much heed to what what it was and joined the ladies. Good morning ladies. Ready for a busy day? And what has our attentions this morning?

She smiled determined she would not dwell on missing her husband as there was nothing which could be done of it until later, and she would find make the most of the day until she could get the good night and good morning kisses she missed.
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Gawain59

Bishop Gawain arrived at the Tower and yawned as he made his way to the courtyard.

Seeing the food tents set up, he walked over to join the others that had already gathered there. He nodded a greeting to them and then waited patiently with the others for breakfast to be served.
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Noodle

Noodle had been up half the night, and it was a long day ahead. The wake up call was more of a reminder than an alert. An entire day surrounded by hundreds of people wasn't Noodle's idea of good time, unless they were all marching in time across a muddy field.

He had already dropped off his gift to the King on his way into the tower, then Noodle went to King's' room for breakfast. On his way he passed many portraits of the different Kings and Queens of England. Many he knew personally, many he served under. It was odd that the longest ruler of Noodle's lifetime, King LJS was missing from the wall.

When Noodle entered the room, he saw that the King had just arrived - he was looking very hairy. Noodle flicked a cut throat razor from his sleeve, and clicked the blade onto the table; Good morning, your Majesty, Noodle grinned.
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Joels.joe

Joels is man of nature. He enjoys gardens and open air more than castles. He walks round in the garden until a young lad runs up to him tipping him off that the King is back and in his rooms. Joels tips the boy well and heads inside following the directions of the many guards who are filling up the place.
He knocks on the door and let himself in. He spots the King talking to a gentleman he doesn't know-yet-. He bows deeply to his Majesty-to-be.
Good morning, you Majesty. I was about to send a searching party for you. I was afraid you fell asleep somewhere and we will have to find you to wake you up. You look.... awake and sober.

He chuckles then turns to the other man and extend his hand in proper greeting.
I am Joels Joe of Dover, Knight of the Crown, St. George Order and General of Sussex Rangers; 3rd Division. It is nice to meet you.
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Elsbet

Finding her way out to the courtyard by following her nose, Elsbet stumbled upon the tents set up for feasting.
Grateful that she hadn't ended up in some forbidden chamber in the castle, the baroness waited patiently with the rest of the crowd for the meal to be served..
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Jamesthemad

...Early morning, around six of the clock...
This hour finds a certain large fellow in the royal stables, and attached carriage house. Just completing his check of the animals, James quietly walks next door to check on the carriages to be used. As he works, our neighbor smiles impishly at the still-sleepy objections of the crew that he has no need. On the King's conveyance, our friend finds a wheel squealing. To the young fellow nearest at hand, James murmurs Get tha' aff therre, an' see it properly greased. If th' wheel dinna run righ', see it replaced. I'll nae ha' this contraption throwin' a wheel on us. Next, our large friend heads round to the courtyard of the Tower. As he goes, James notes soft light showing in some of the windows. Good. Tha' lot are up., says he, to no one in particular. All things appearing to be more or less ready, the young Squire reminds himself of the Virtue of Patience, as he moves off to the barracks and offices of the Royal Guard to get himself ready for the day's events. It would be his first event as Captain, and he would need to look the part. Even if he did privately prefer his working uniform to all the flash and finery...
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Robinoflocksley

Robin arrived to the tower early as he'd been instructed as a groomsman, having promised to meet Llyres at the start of the parade. It had been a bit surprising to be asked to be a groomsman, honestly. He'd worked with Cullan in the embassy, and had admired the other man's way of doing things, but hadn't thought they were close enough to have been invited as a groomsman of all things. Still the woodsman had taken the time to dress up a bit more than he usually would, in an outfit of the same style as his usual woodsman's clothes but of finer cloth, deep greens and black, rather than the usual muted greens and browns. Bits of braiding and fur embellished the outfit, and his rank pin in the Devon Navy was displayed proudly, as he'd be riding with his wife and the navy later on.

As he was showed into the rooms reserved for the King's preparations, he offered a small bow to the King. "Your Majesty, good morning. Are you ready for today?" he greeted with a small smile, before turning to the other man. He knew him, had seen him in Parliament and in the REA, but wasn't certain they'd ever truly met. He offered a polite nod, even as his mind scrambled for the man's name. "Lord.... Galrador, isn't it? We've worked together before, but I don't think we've ever actually been introduced. I'm Robin." A wry smile tugged the corners of his mouth up further, and green eyes glanced to Cullan again, looking the older man over.

"Your Majesty..." he said slowly, taking in the way the man leaned on his cane. He knew Cullan had issues with pain from time to time, having seen it in the embassy, though he didn't know the exact details. "Perhaps you should take a seat for a while, and eat something while you've the time. It's going to be a long day before we get to the feast, and I doubt there'll be much time to get anything before then." Hoping the older man wouldn't take offense to what was for him, common logic, Robin moved to the table to grab some toast for himself, before crossing the room to a window, nudging it open just a crack before he settled beside it. Cullan looked mostly ready as it was, so the woodsman doubted it would take much to finish the preparations for the parade and wedding.
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Giapettin.woodville

Giapettin, as a representative of the Sussex Army, stood in the lobby.
As Lord Galrador approached and asked if Lord Cullan returned from his personal reflection, he shook his head and Lord Galrador entered the room.

Giapettin felt honored to be so close to what will be the most important event of his life.

Not long after Lord Galrador entered the room, his Majesty King Cullan came...Giapettin quickly straighten his back and stood still as the King passed by and entered the room.
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Galrador

Right at the time he stuffed his mouth full with a piece of bread, the door opened and Cullan entered the room. It seemed the man had been awake for some time, as he clearly spoke with a clear voice, welcoming him to the madhouse. Ironically, it's probably how he would describe what was about to happen today as well.

Trying to quickly get the bread out of the way before replying, he almost choked on it. Slamming himself on the chest once, made it slide down his throat. He stood up, though paused a little before saying anything, unsure if it was King, still Lord, simply Sir, or all at once. He finally decided his Highness would be best, if only to be on the safe side after all.

Good morning your Highness. Galrador made a subtle bow to the man. I hope you don't mind me starting breakfast yet. I wasn't sure when you would return, although I had actually expected you to be here upon my arrival. I hope all is well?
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Lavea

Lav remembered smiling to Demdyke's offer of help. Some of those bridesmaids could sleep through an avalanche, but knocks had already been sent. "I think we're catered for Sir, but thank you for your offer. I'm sure there is other good work to be done."

Lav heard Kazzia and Taarna, and looked out the window down to the courtyard below where a man was strumming his lute. "Looks like Noromical, he'll be playing later." She finished sopping up her soup, then put the bowl aside.

"If you'll excuse me a moment Ma'am." Heading out she went to check on the progress. Water was nearly heated. The first groomsman had arrived, and people were gathering down below. She checked there, and saw food tents had been erected in the yard and some benches laid out to feed the arrivals.

Large cauldrons of chicken broth stood ready to be served from, with loaves of fresh baked bread from the kitchens.

That concluded she knocked and stuck her head round the door of the King's room. "Hello Sir Galrador, glad to see you up nice and early. Do you have everything you need?"
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Cullan

Cullan smiled when she saw her, already prepared for the ceremony. He thought she was just there to see him off, but her gift had surprised him. He'd heard many tales of Falcie and Umberlee, all of them good. Shaking his head, he took her gift, slipping it into his pouch. She'd done so much already, he was at a loss. Damming propriety, he pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly as he whispered "thank ya."

Uncomfortable with all the emotion, he quickly climbed into the carriage. Soon they were back at the Tower, chased by the sun. He couldn't be late...not to his own wedding.

Cane clicking as he furiously limped toward the rooms set aside, he began to take stock in what he needed. He'd dressed before he left, so that he didn't have to force his lads to deal with his infirmity. All that was left was his fur mantle, his hat, and a shave. Oh. And the groomsmen.

The King was surprised that someone was there. The Mercian that had impressed him so much. "Mornin' Galrador! Welcome ta th' madhouse!"
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Lavea

Lav nodded as the King entered right behind her. "Your majesty." She curtsied. "Have you everything you need?"
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Taarna asked about the fellow in the corner, but Kaz shook her head. I'm not sure what we're supposed do do. She couldn't help but smile as her friend squeezed her hand. I'm sure the queen knows who he is, perhaps we should ask her? I don't want to disrupt him if he's assigned a duty. She looked at Taarna with her head tilted, or Perhaps Lady Lavea might know? She glanced over at the gentleman in the corner again, trying to recall where she'd seen him before. As she saw Taarna's eyes sparkle she suddenly wanted to giggle and quickly took a sip of her drink to avoid it.
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Jasmine.

Jasmine smiled warmly at him not needing words to know what he wanted to say as his eyes revealed enough. She nodded softly to his request though he did not need to request what he could demand. She whispered, "Of course you are welcome to."

She stood up wondering if offering him a meal would be accepted but from the look on his face and his wished to stay for she knew nothing should distract him from his task. She patted his shoulder saying nothing more as words were no longer needed. She left giving orders that no one should disturb the King's Vigil until sunrise.

She rose early, if she actually slept which she was not sure if she did or not, and headed right away to the chapel. She nodded softly at the guard as he knocked on the chapel door to remind the King of the important plans of the day. She slipped inside with a warm smile, "Good morning, Your Majesty.. I hope you found what you were looking for and you are ready for what is to come... I know you must be off now but I wanted to give you something before you go to remind you of what I said last night."

She reached out opening her hand revealing a silver Pin of Saint George She offered it to him with a warm smile, "Please accept this small token from myself and the Order. It was gifted to me by Sir Falcie our Order's founder and a wonderful knight of his time. When he gave it to me he told me when I am in doubt or things are rough I should look at it to remind me of the trust he has in me to be what I should to overcome it and that I have what it takes.... For this I wish to offer it to you today, to remember the Knight you are and should always be."
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Taarna

Aggnes wrote:

She raised an eyebrow at Taarna's request. "There should be ginger tea, yes - if the maids don't have it, I've got ginger around, and mint to go with it might help. I'd suggest bread and honey if you're feeling nervous. The calves-foot jelly is easy on a delicate stomach, too. I suppose I'd better not have too much myself, not if I'm going to fit into that wonderful dress."

"An excellent idea," Taarna concurred. "Mint would be a wonderful addition. It's not nerves...just a bit of nausea. It will pass."

She leaned over to whisper to the Princess. "Whom do you suppose that man is in the corner? He just stands there, seemingly at the ready...I don't believe I've seen him before...he looks as if he's leering at us a bit!" She raised her eyebrows a bit, but said nothing to him.

Seeing Kazzia nearby, she immediately gravitated toward her friend. They'd promised no giggling for the day, but that didn't mean that they couldn't talk, whisper, and observe. Taarna was so very happy to see Kazzia; she took her by the hand, squeezing it happily and giving Kazzia a smile.

Waving at Lavea and Aleks, she commented to Kaz, "I wonder who that gentleman is over there? The one with the long blonde hair? Obviously he's a musician...and I know I have seen him at...let's see...perhaps the noble dinners, or the embassy ball last fall? But I don't think I ever met him, nor do I recall a name being mentioned. Do you think we should go over and introduce ourselves?"
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Cullan

Cullan nodded, listening to her speak. Even in the middle of the night, she still rose to other's needs. He knew she spoke from the heart - she always did. He was overwhelmed by it. How could he respond to that?

He wanted to hug her, but propriety said otherwise. Voice thick with emotion, he whispered "thank you. I..." he shook his head. He didn't know what to say to her. Smiling sadly, he looked over to her. "could I...stay th' night? I need ta be back at th' Tower by sunrise, but...I'd like ta think till then."

he heard the rustle of her dress as she stood, and felt her hand as she pat his shoulder, but didn't know if she spoke. Her words were running through his mind.

He glanced back down to his little sheet of sins, and then the book that he used as a desk. He looked around, making sure he was alone. Then, gently, he turned to the second page. There, sewn to the paper, was a scrap of green and blue tartan, interlaced with red. It was the color preferred by men in his family, which went back to when David saved his godfather, King David, when the traitor-King Stephen fought Empress Mathilde. It was a symbol of pride for them...they earned their lands defending the rights of a woman, and causing trouble up the English.

But it wasn't ancient history that made him choke back a sob.

His new wife had been finishing his cloak when the news had arrived. News that changed his life irreparably.

Thirty years later his life was about to change again. Here he was, the night before his wedding, clearing his soul of his sin, still carrying the yoke of guilt from his first one. He should let it go. Twenty-five years was long enough. The King of England should not be weighed down by the lead in his gut that was ancient history.

But he couldn't.

He was afraid. Afraid of letting go of her. Afraid of replacing her. He'd never treated her the way he should have...He was afraid to. Now he was marrying another stubborn red head,and he was just as terrified. What he wouldn't give to be away, right now. Stalking a deer, or catching trout, something other than facing his fear.

He couldn't do it. Through watery eyes, he read his list. Almost every one of them was caused by his temper. Every one of them he could make amends...But how could he apologise to ghosts? The quill in his hand shook as he tried to write their names, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. A growl of pain rumbled in his gut. His guilt was still there. He couldn't lie and tell himself that he was cleared - the pain reminded him.

He sat in the chapel for some time, thinking and meditating. It wasn't until the soft knock from the guard that he realized the time. It was time to bury his feelings, he had to be King.
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Galrador

He had been staring towards the ceiling for a few hours already, despite being tired and the long day ahead of him. He could hardly imagine how the soon to be King and Queen would be feeling right now. Surely they wouldn't have had any sleep at all. As it was nearing 6 am, he dragged himself out of bed and got dressed. He had been given instructions to meet at the King's room for breakfast and any final preperations deemed necisary. Looking as sharp as he could be this early in the morning, he left his room and went on his way through the halls. Despite him having frequented many halls in London over the past years, he had never set foot in these before. In fact, his invite to be one of the King's groomsmen was rather unexpected in the first place. He had quickly accepted the invite though, as such an invite is one you simply do not turn down. Besides, he also felt honoured to serve the King during such a special occasion. As he reached the King's room, he stopped and greeted the guard standing at the door. Morning. Has Lord Cullan returned from his personal reflection yet? The guard shook his head, so he entered the room on his own. None of the others had arrived yet, but breakfast had been served. Knowing he wouldn't last the day with such little sleep and no food, he decided to sit down and have something to eat while he waited for the rest to join him.
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Demdyke

Lavea wrote:

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

"I would be happy to assist in knocking up some of the bridesmaids." offered Demdyke, who had spent all night waiting to be useful.

This was going to be a big day for Kendal, what with Aggnes becoming Queen and getting married to some bloke from Sussex, so he wanted to be on hand to ensure that nothing went wrong with Aggnes's big day.

Airya

As usual, Airya was totally off balance when invited to participate in these grand events.
She left her musicians outside the church.

.and hoped her blue dress wouldn't be
noticed..as rather out of fashion.

She seated herself at the very back of the church.. hoping
no one would pay her any mind. Remembering "not to fidget" was the only thing
she could think of. Even though this was the third coronation she'd attended,
she was just as nervous as she'd been at the first one.

Jasmine.

Jasmine smiled warmly at the King-elect as he spoke. She was not sure which feeling was highest on her list of feelings at that moment. She was deeply honored as part of the Order he chose to come to in this special night. She was also proud which was even more than her other feelings as she was proud of the man who understood what was on the path ahead of him to the last detail that he felt the need and found the time in a very tight schedule to stand a Knight's vigil before his Coronation and before he would dawn those spurs he wanted to be prepared, Earn and honor them and what they symbolize.

She took a deep breath thinking over his question as so much came to mind and if she gave herself some time she could think of even more to answer that question. It was a deep and far from an easy to answer question. She sat down slowly as she knew it would take a while to answer him properly specially in her still half asleep state of mind. When was the last time someone asked her that question? so long ago but she asked herself that question most often to make sure she did not forget nor let life cloud her mind and blur that path in front of her.

She cleared her voice speaking softly to him, "Being a Knight to me is so many things...and everything. To be a Knight is to willingly choose to live by the virtues and up to them. To willingly hold yourself to a much higher standard than others are held to. To not give yourself excuses when you fail and hold yourself accountable hundred times more than you hold others. If a man can be forgiven for his temper, a Knight should not entertain that same right. It is to willingly and knowingly put much more restrain upon yourself because you know the day you take that oath you no longer belong to yourself alone. It is to live for others and by a strict code that sometimes grounds you and chain you only to make sure you harm no one including yourself.

It is to live by virtues like Honor, Loyalty, Generosity and Temperance among many others that if we start talking about we can take months at end and yet not reach their full depth. It is a way of life and a state of mind. Being Knight to me is like the breath within my chest a part of me without it I can't live.

Allow me to tell you a tiny bit about the virtues I mentioned from my own view. Honor and Honesty, they are and always have been tied together with bonds that cannot be broken. A man who would have Honor must have Honesty. In a world of chivalry a man's word is his bond. This is as it should be. All people should guard against swearing lightly, as what is sworn must be done. So to be a Knight you must have honor and to have honor you must be willing to be honest no matter what. Never take an oath too lightly nor speak a word without thought because the day you break an oath you lose a part of yourself.

When I say Loyalty, I don't mean the immediate and narrow meaning of it. A knight should be loyal to the Crown and Country but also Loyalty can mean defending or helping someone to whom he is not sworn, but to whom he owe his help. A Knight should always work for the good of the Kingdom. The good of the people and loyalty does not mean blindly following because letting their leader fail while they follow is not a form of loyalty but stopping him if and when they can from bringing harm upon himself or others is. Also a knight should be loyal to the people but before that he should be loyal to his heart and beliefs because if he loses those nothing upon this earth can help him."

She smiled and continued, "Also a Knight should be generous and show largess towards all from Kings to peasants. The difficult part about this virtue is not in being generous with goods or with praise, but being generous in giving the benefit of doubt to your opponent. If you must speak on the issue, ask gently and keep an open mind. Be generous with your time, patience, and understanding.

All the virtues are tied together by Temperance. A knight should always seek to understand and follow the “right” path, unencumbered by bias or personal interests. He should be fully aware that the sword of justice can be a terrible thing, so its use must be tempered by humanity and mercy. A knight must seek wise counsel in determining that which is “right.”

This is the hardest of all the virtues that you can find as temperance is a virtue that is like the ocean waves that rise and fall with the tied. The higher the tied the easier it is to find it so a knight should learn it and keep at it and when the tied is low and he feels that he is failing, he should try harder and never give up. No man can muster this virtue but a wise man keeps on trying."

She took a deep breath reflecting on her thoughts and words trying not to overwhelm him with so many thoughts and concepts to take in. She smiled warmly at him, "But above all, a knight should realize that he is not a perfect being but one who strives to be as close to perfection as he can get. A knight should not hold tight to materialistic glory as it clouds the mind and heart but instead hold on to his goal which is to serve and aid. This is the warning that I give all my Knights and all those upon our Path including myself. Our greatest danger is Vainglory. It lurks behind virtues and glory. We all should beware of the excessive Pride, for it is a failing we are all open to. This is the reason why I urge every knight to always hold their pride in check with humility, to always seek honor over glory, and to always do honor unto their Inspiration.

To be a knight is to be the soothing hand of mercy and the swift sword of defense. A knight is the shield of the weak who shields those in need without paying much attention to his own. A knights' biggest ambition is to be in service of the people. This is and so much more is what being a Knight means to me."

She paused for a long moment giving him time to process what she said before continuing in a gentle assuring tone, "So tomorrow when you take your oath take it as a Knight should and hold it as one. When you dawn your spurs take in the symbol with all its meaning. Be the Knight your people need you to be before being the King expected to be. Listen, help, aid, trust, and honor those who deserve and those who don't. When you do something do it because it is the right thing not because it is the wish of anyone including yourself. Always be the judge of your deeds before others judge you. Keep your pride, temper, dreams and ambition on check so none of them sneaks into your heart while you are busy and try to change it for you.

As a knight and King you are held to an even higher standard and you are expected to behave your best even when you feel your worst. Life at times will prove to be your hardest challenge. When it gets this way, remember that day you took your spurs and oath and that it meant you promise to rise up to each challenge no matter how hard it will be. You will have to face yourself before facing others and if you find yourself falling short don't deny it but mend it and move forward...."

That moment and with her last words she stopped and looked at him with a new found realization, "You already started your path a while ago... Those many months ago when you refused to deny or argue that you were harsh to someone, you acted exactly as a knight should. You stepped up and faced yourself when you offered apology to those you hurt. You did not let your pride tie your tongue, you shunned your temper and stubbornness and admitted when you were wrong.

You walked the Knighthood path without being asked to or directed towards it because the way you forced yourself to change and the higher standards you demanded of yourself to rise up to are those of a true knight. Maybe you were not that man years ago but you are that man now and this is what matters most.

A man who refuses to conform and throw his arms in the air only to say, this is how I am and I am not going to change so live with it, is a Knight because he faces himself day in and day out. I have known you for years and I have seen who you were and who you have become and I would confidently say you are already a Knight now. You are truly ready for your spurs as much as you are for your Crown.

You know me well and you know I would never say this if I don't believe it with every ounce in me. You might think you are standing your vigil tonight but in all honesty you have been standing it for months. You stood it the day you apologized to Jony and the day you stepped up and apologized to everyone you hurt even if unintentionally. You stood it when you refused to use your power in fear of becoming biased by it but instead you went seeking the counsel of those you believed would be partial and you made sure your Council stayed in check on the matter. You stood it the day you had the right and power to execute it harshly yet chose to lower that sword and instead let forgiveness guide your steps. The day you had every power to rightly punish and instead you chose to guide and teach.

You stood it every time you stopped yourself from doing what you can and chose to do what you should instead. You offered guidance to those who asked you, you offered friendship unconditionally. You demand nothing from others to keep your favor and respect other than being respectful and worthy of it. You stood it every time you refused to give up when you fell and instead pulled yourself up and forced yourself forward when others would give up and turn into silent shadows.

This is exactly what Knighthood is all about and how a knight should be." She smiled softly giving him an apologetic look as she knew she spoke much more than she intended to but that was the shortest answer she could give to that question.
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Aleksander75

Aleks yawned and rubbed his eyes as he approached the hall where the others had already gathered. He was just wearing his cassock. He'd put on his chimere, cuffs, scarf and cap later. The last thing anyone needed was food on the vestments of a person participating in a national ceremony.

He mumbled something intelligible to someone nearby, most likely a "good morning" but even Aleks wasn't too sure. Walking over to the others, he greeted them all. "Hello all. So, what's for breakfast?"
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Aggnes.holifard

Taarna wrote:

After eventually finding the room in which the meal was being served, she found Aggnes and Lavea enjoying light conversation and....something. She couldn't quite see what it was from here. But nonetheless, she entered the room, curtsying, and announced herself with a hearty "Hello and good morn!".

Taking a seat, she looked at a pile of papers next to Aggnes. "Been busy at work already, have we?" she asked. It seemed that a Monarch's - or a Monarch's wife's - work was never done. Not even on their wedding day!

"I am curious as to what might be served to break one's fast, and if you might possibly have ginger tea and honey...." Taarna asked, just as her stomach protested. Hm. Well, they couldn't have that going on at all....if they didn't have ginger - and she would be surprised if they didn't - she would have to carry some of her candied ginger with her.

"Yes, I stopped work when Lavea reminded me that it was dawn. No more for me today - a nice leisurely day off."
She raised an eyebrow at Taarna's request. "There should be ginger tea, yes - if the maids don't have it, I've got ginger around, and mint to go with it might help. I'd suggest bread and honey if you're feeling nervous. The calves-foot jelly is easy on a delicate stomach, too. I suppose I'd better not have too much myself, not if I'm going to fit into that wonderful dress."
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Noromical

Here Noro entered, draped in a green finery, subtle yet appropriate for the occasion, loot strapped to his back, the old instrument was beginning to show signs of age that no amount of maintaining could hide. The strings were tuned, the wood polished. He entered the area where the ceremony itself would take place, looking around to see if any had arrived yet in the wee hours of the dawn.
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Elsbet

Wandering the halls, Lady Withdean wondered where breakfast was to be served. It was to be a long day and it wouldn't do to for her to fall faint right onto a heap of cloth.. lordy.
Maman would be mortified.
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Cullan

Ha smiled to the young lady. "Fine lass. I'm...tasked ta reflect. Bein' as I'm ta be a King an' Knight all in one, I thought tha' comin' fer a knight's vigil was best. But..." he looked Syu his little paper of sins. There was so much he wanted to say and do, but he never felt he had enough time. "I asked ya ta give me my spurs 'cause yer...so devoted ta th' virtues. So..." he lowered his voice, sighing "tell me what bein' a knight means ta ya."
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia's feet were already on the floor and her hair was finished being dressed when the knock sounded to awaken her to break her fast with the Queen to be and the rest of the bridal party. She quickly stepped into her morning slippers and allowed the poor girl to lace her gown, the last step to her morning ritual. She stayed close to her guide, not wanting to be distracted looking at something pretty and become lost in the vast expanse she now wandered. She entered the door where she was told to go, unsure as to if she should knock, the question was answered for her when the servant opened the door. Stepping inside she curtsied to the ladies already present, She hugged Bets, and then she moved to Taarna's side and quickly hugged her friend. Good morning, Your Highness. Good morning, Lady Lavea, Good morning, Lady Withdean, Good morning, Taarna. She smiled at the assembled group. She was a morning person some times, apparently this was to be one. She seated herself, assuming there was no seating order. A bowl of broth was placed before her and Kaz found her stomach tumbling at the thought of standing before that many people today, no, best to prevent upsets for herself a simple piece of bread would suit her. She could simply stir the broth and perhaps one of the other ladies would like it. She shook her head, no it would be best to try and take some, the seasoning would be some help with a nervous stomach she was sure. Trying it she found it was quite good and perhaps she would be able to complete it after all.
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Lavea

Lav nodded, taking her own bowl of chicken broth to break her fast, and moping it up with some bread.
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Taarna

Bleary-eyed, Taarna awoke in a strange bed. She had to stop and think for a moment and remember where she was. Ah, yes...in London, at the King and Princess' wedding, and the King's Coronation. She stretched lazily, then jumped up out of bed. This was the day!

Hurriedly, she dressed in simple clothing to start the day. a simple dress would do, at least until the festivities began. She knew that there would be a simple breakfast served - or what passed for simple here; for her, she was sure, it would be a most interesting experience, as her usual fare was simply bread and either milk, ale, or tea.

After eventually finding the room in which the meal was being served, she found Aggnes and Lavea enjoying light conversation and....something. She couldn't quite see what it was from here. But nonetheless, she entered the room, curtsying, and announced herself with a hearty "Hello and good morn!".

Taking a seat, she looked at a pile of papers next to Aggnes. "Been busy at work already, have we?" she asked. It seemed that a Monarch's - or a Monarch's wife's - work was never done. Not even on their wedding day!

"I am curious as to what might be served to break one's fast, and if you might possibly have ginger tea and honey...." Taarna asked, just as her stomach protested. Hm. Well, they couldn't have that going on at all....if they didn't have ginger - and she would be surprised if they didn't - she would have to carry some of her candied ginger with her.

She looked askance at both Aggnes and Lavea, and saw several servants enter the room. Perhaps this would be the food...
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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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Aggnes.holifard

"Thanks." Now she came to think of it, she was hungry. She couldn't remember what she'd done for dinner last night.... oh, that was probably the crusts from a pie she could see on the side. And the cake she'd had in the AWESOME chapel, sorting out the final details of the wedding ceremony.

"I must admit, I've barely kept track of the dragons, even the Westmorland one. Good to hear people are enjoying themselves, taking part. The more we can get everyone to think of England as "us", not "them", the better."

Another page came in, and she glanced at the letters he brought. "No, no, and no. Any more today goes in the inbox, not to me. The Navy are perfectly capable of managing their own affairs without my supervision, and Westmorland Council can reprimand their own idiots for a while. Today, I have a day off."
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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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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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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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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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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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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.

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 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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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.

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

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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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.

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.

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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Taarna

Daisydread wrote:

Taarna looked at Daisy, wide-eyed, and tried to suppress a giggle. She had, after all, promised that there would be no giggling today. A sideways glance at Princess Aggnes gave her a clue that this was not out of the norm for the dark-haired girl....who, she believed, was the King's daughter...so she certainly could understand a wee jab. Or who knew? Perhaps the entire family simply had a wicked sense of humour; Taarna had seen quite a bit of it over the past few days, and thought that if Aggnes was going to be the Queen, then they were both well-matched in that area.

Tsk-ing to herself, she continued waving at the people as the wagon slowly rolled along the bumpy road toward the Abby. She thought she saw Chancellor Vigfast up ahead - could it be? - drenched in ale from the Sussex dragon. Ha ha! Well, it certainly looked like him. She waved toward him, hoping that he might see her. Hopefully he did. Taarna heard that Vigfast had brought his betrothed with him to England, and she was hoping to have a chance to meet the lucky woman, and visit with them both.

"Look, Kazzia," she said loudly, over the din of the crowd, "I think there is Chancellor Vigfast - do you remember him from the Embassy International Winter Ball? Let's wave and make him feel welcome!"
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Maria_madalena

Abruptly, Eumelia grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the massive crowd. Madalena felt confused but followed the young woman, although she exchanged a few puzzled looks with the clergyman and mayor of Chard, Dunpeal de Avis. It was very difficult to move through the horde and Madalena collided with several strangers along the way. She definitely was not accustomed to such confusion. To further increase her distress, the sound of trumpets echoed throughout the courtyard, announcing the beginning of the parade.

Fortunately, they reached the small group of Templar Knights and Madalena recognized and greeted Melponema, an acquainted from Chard."It's so good to see you here, Mel." She smiled and saluted the other knights.

Smiling, Madalena watched as Eumelia raised the Templar's flag. The young woman looked so happy and proud, the delicate cloth ondulating above her head. Madalena grinned and told Father Dunpeal, "It is such a beautiful display!" She pointed towards the Templar Knights and grinned, "I'm so happy to be here, Father Dunpeal!" She said, really excited.
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Tahsa

Amethise wrote:

She reached down in her basket to hand out the shortbread, looking ahead to see the Abby in the distance. She thought she had seen a few familiar faces along the way, er rather their backsides as they made the walk towards the ceremony. Looking ahead, craneing her neck to see if she saw Galrador. It had been an exciting moment when he had mentioned he was a Groomsmen, she had congratulated him and said he deserved this honor.

With all the people watching from the sides, meandering in front of the dragons even, she still could not see far enough ahead to the King and his entourage. Well she thought, perhap I shall see him at the ceremony? She gave out another shortbread to a small hand that was held out precariously to her. She smiled down at the little lad, standing next to his Mum while a little girl hid behind the skirts of the lady. She stopped and reached into the basket and leaned down to give her a treat, handing Mum a few extra for the kids. She smiled and waved to them as she briskly walked to catch up with Mercia's dragon.
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Amethise

The vividly coloured fabrics that formed the Mercian dragon's body and wings shimmered as they were caught by the sunlight, creating an illusion of movement. Adding to this impression, when the dragon's leash was pulled, causing his head to nod steadily up and down, the spirals of copper wire that protruded from his gaping mouth, signifying flames, bounced and glinted brightly, while his painted-egg eyes rolled slowly from side to side, almost as if scanning the throng of onlookers for a potentially tasty snack! (But it had to be admitted that the overall effect tended more towards the comically endearing, rather than the alarmingly fearsome…)

To a casual observer, perhaps one indulging in a flight of fancy about the beast, it might seem fair to say that this appeared to be a more friendly and approachable dragon than many; but was that merely a cleverly constructed facade, to encourage people to relax their guard? Only the dragon himself could know for certain, and he would never tell…

Meanwhile, the burly dragon-wrangler, by now brimming with confidence and enthusiasm for his task, had embellished his performance for the crowd, swinging his arms high over his head in mock-triumph after each successful tweak on the dragon's leash, then laughing uproariously and swooping into a deep bow, arms extended outwards from his sides, as his audience cheered and clapped.

"He really is doing us proud," thought Amethise, chuckling as she watched his display, "and all without the influence of a single drop of ale!" Smiling, she glanced towards the far side of the wagon, wondering whether Tahsa had observed the fellow's antics.
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Lark

She heard the music and voices slowly coming closer and palmed a hardened leather hipflask into her hand as the crowd began to gather at the steps. Rather than spirits, it held a more concentrated form of Aggnes' patent painkilling tea.

Having met Cullan in a tavern not long ago, she had an idea that he might need it before the day was out. Take down the dragon, get a princess and half the kingdom. And bandages. And probably singed hair...
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The gods ARE crazy. And drunk as well....That's why they think desync is a good idea.

Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia looked where Taarna pointed and planted a knee on the seat, it would give her extra balance, she knew how to hold her stomach correctly to avoid danger of hurting herself, and leaned out the window beside Joli and Taarna, seeing the Chancellor Vigifast she waved. Looking at him she noted the Dragon of Sussex had struck! He appeared delighted though, so she just waved and tossed kisses to the crowd. Cheers seemed to go up with each of the ladies spotted. She'd heard Daisy after Katiya earlier, but hadn't thought to warn her, Daisy? Quit badgering my maid before she gets in my herb chest and you don't like the result. You can keep trying that at your own peril lass, she'll take it, but paying the piper can be a high cost! She laughed. And for Jah's sake lass, she grinned at her, Smile! It's your father's day, he'll be wanting a painting of you, and portraiture artists are out there, painting away. Come! I'll trade you, you can wave where I am if you want. Angie, you'd fit with her if I get my skirts out of the way, as pretty as you both are, let the people see you. Your dresses are lovely. Angie I love that colour on you. I'm sure, my daughter would love seeing you both. She's got an affection for pretty clothes.
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Kristin

Krissy held tight to Cornish's hand as he wove their way through the packed crowds of people toward the Abbey. She was terrified of losing him in the noisy throng, and this made her reach for his coattail with her other hand to make sure she would be stuck to him. She laughed out loud when she saw a big cask of ale tucked under his other arm.
Oh Cornish, you have such a one-track mind!
Her feet almost flew off the cobblestones as he quickened his step and pulled her right along with him.
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Nigel

They had breakfast in their room before dressing so as to avoid any accidents which would mar their clothes. Nigel dressed in blue with a grey cloak with an ermine collar over the top.

When they were all ready they departed for Westminster Abbey. The journey from the inn to the abbey was straightforward, Nigel had gotten some advice from Cordelia as to where to stay. As they climbed the steps Nigel could see Ashleigh looking all around and craning her neck to see what was happening.

"We'll see the King, when he enters the abbey. The procession will be here soon, and we need to be seated before it gets here."

They enter the abbey and Nigel shows the invitations to a guard. They are then lead to a pew about a third of the way from the front, by one of the attendants. They were the last ones in the pew. Nigel went in first, then Ashleigh and finally Aldea taking the aisle seat.
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Melodia.pia.nissa

Nissa watched the parade from the window of her office in the Royal Embassy.There was an excellent view over the streets of London from there, and the Hungarian Ambassador was glad to see this magnificient event. In her homeland there were no such parades or processions, not even when a new Monarch was crowned. On top of all, the crowd rolling along the street was so colourful, she could admire the flags and emblems of all noble houses, and knighly orders, as well as four huge dragons, that symbolized the counties of England. All this seemed to be in a strict order - in general: everything was really well organized.

At the beginning of the procession a storyteller was telling the tale of St. George and the dragon, Nissa felt it would be so good to listen to him from a closer position, but the march proceeded and she lost the man from her angle of view soon. Then some musicians came, followed by the army and navy representatives, some high ranked clerics and other important dignitaries... and about in the middle of the procession the new Monarch was travelling in his coach.

Nissa got too enthusiastic by that time to stay in the house. She shouted a "Long live the King!" from the window, then took her cloak and run out of the office being determined to join the colourful parade towards Westminster Abbey.

Countess of the Tölgyerdei estates, Ambassador of the Hungarian Kingdom

Vigfast

Vigfast was grateful that they had had such a hurry that he still wore his oiled old captain's coat. Ale will be good for the hair I have heard but it had probably been a little better to drink it ... he shook his blond hair to some disgruntled voices in the shrinking free surface he received as a gift of the beer dragon.
A hug sweetheart he said and held up his open arms to his dear Lynx. I think I have understood this with dragons now. Come let me tell you a story ... the dragons symbolize probably England's counties. The first there that offered ale so abundantly is from Sussex there live England's greatest drunkard and foremost brewers I have experienced it early on during my first trips in this country ... ... ... And there at the end of Cortège The Lumian Dragon mother and her Drakonetts supervising the whole thing with here piercing eyes and shining intellect England's future queen. It's a great story on the march very well planning I must say.
He looked closely at the cart and they eagerly waving bridesmaids.
There, two familiar faces Taarana and Kazzia He waved cheerfully back ...
Hurrah, hurray, hurray he shouted to interact with the large spectator crowd when the last entourage passed ... Well, it remains to take us into that monastery to witness the ceremonies to come. He took Lynx hand with his of lavender biscuits crumbly hand. Best we follow at the end of the parade or we risk not arrive at all ...
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Boast as you ride home.

-Breeder of bastards
-Chief of the Swedish Navy
-Chancellor of Denmark and Sweden
-Head of the House Leijon
Bastard lineage by King Valdemar Birgersson of Sweden and Princess Jutta of Denmark
-Spiritual leader of the cult of the Old Gods in the north.
-Captain of The Horny Widow
-Collector of nicknames £ 5 to see the collections I have probably earned them all ...

Corsaira

Saira chuckled at the party atmosphere. This was the kind of England she liked. Ale-breathing dragons and people wearing knitted dragon hats, and with their children on their shoulders so they could see the parade, or clustered around bards telling tales of George and the Dragon. She could just hear the chatter of the bridesmaids in the carriage, and their surreptitious giggles, exclamations of delight at the parade, or calling out to friends in the crowd. It was a big, moving Faire; a show, as Aggnes had said. People remembered things better if there was something amazing, that had made them smile. Some of the little ones in the crowd would remember this day as a special one, no doubt.

She herself had given a good pouch of silver to her young cabin boy Colin, and told him that he must spend it all on food and drink, games, souvenirs and not give her a penny back. You didn't see a royal wedding and a coronation complete with dragons every day, and she wanted to make sure that he got a chance to see it all and remember it. She worked him hard and he never complained; he'd make a fine officer when he was grown, and deserved a day off.
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Regnold

In the middle of the crowd, finding himself a small rise behind the children and most of the ladies, stood Regnold, the head of House Palidor. He was dressed very festively for the occasion, wearing a red coat with fur trimmings - as bestowed of a noble from Middle England - tall, well polished boots and a white plumed hat. In his hands he held a flower that he no doubt meant to deposit at the palace after the procession or simply throw in front of the passing carriage of the king. He was smiling, straight-backed and visibly rested from the journey, standing next to Michael and exchanging small talk with his cousin. On the left side of his coat was a pin of the Mercia Regiment.

As the parade moved in front of him, Regnold became more and content. Such occasions are rare and royal coronation events have always been a sight to behold, even if so far apart. It was in moments like these that the strength of the kingdom fully came to light... complete with its colorful people and zeal for the crown and zest for life. As the dragons of various lands of the realm made their way in front of his vantage point, Regnold's lips broke into a full, beaming smile. What a show! And finally among them the Mercia Dragon glided into view. He observed it for a while, seeing it for the first time complete, scrutinizing the finer points of its epic construction.

"Well..." he leaned to Michael as the creature aligned itself right in front of the pair on its onward path, "You can certainly see Lady Amethise's hand in the sowing of the fabric there. The dragon appears to have no seams! If they only knew that such a creature actually does exist and lives in our very own Worcester lake..."

With the parade moving on and the carriage of the king approaching rapidly now, Regnold allowed himself one more lingering look after the mystical works of art. "Long live Mercia!" he added to the common shouts, "And long live the king!"
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Calisa

The crowd seemed to like the ale, and she laughed giddily! She waved from the dragons mouth but doubted anyone was able to see her from up here, but wow could she see EVERYTHING! She was even able to see the King from this point! Well she couldn't see behind her, but that was a small price to pay.

She saw another group standing around that looked a bit parched, and as the cups were being handed out she pulled the lever again releasing another stream of Ale from the gaping jaws of the Sussex Dragon. Oh if only she had some way of making loud roaring noises while she sprayed, but she could only use her voice. "ROOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRR" She went as loud as she could and started to giggle afterwards.
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A.rose

She had been meandering her way through the crowd, trying to keep up with at least the Dragon Floats, which wasn't hard as they were moving slower it seemed than she was. The joy of parades. She bumped into someone and held out her hands to pardon herself but saw it was Ellie. "ELLIE!" She cried happily before enveloping her dear friend in a tight hug full of joy. "Oh Ellie, i'm glad your here, are you alone?" She glanced around but didn't see anyone else who may be there with Ellie.
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Lynx_lynx

Lynx chuckled as Vigfast pulled his arms around her but tried her best to look serious when he explained to her about the dragons. But she could not keep herself from laughing when she looked at his beer wet golden locks of hair and the wet coat.
She shook her head and her blue eyes reflected the sun light when she looked at him. "Dear Vigfast! You smell like an old drunk yard and not like a chancellor," she chuckled and kissed his cheek.
When he took her hand to follow the parade she almost had to run to keep up with him...

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Cornishbluebird

*I felt my coattails grabbed from behind, and then heard the giggle and comment towards my barrel of Ale*

"Well.. come on Krissy, you know i'm very particular about my Ale, no point in coming all this way only to find the Ale not to my liking, so i thought.."hey why not take my own Ale..... again...."

*i saw the large door of the Abbey*

"Here we are my dear, lets go and stand, over their to the left, its out of the way but we should get a view of the nuptials.."

*i guided Krissy before placing my barrel on the floor, grabbing my tankard and pouring myself some Ale, it was at that point i noticed a familiar haggard face slowly making his way towards the Abbey*

"Is that who i think it is... old Dres?"
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Tahsa

As Tahsa was walking briskly to catch up with the dragon, she could see the dragon wrangler perform finally. He would pull at the leash as the dragons head would dip down to the people below, making it seem as if he was stopping the wondrous beast from biting down on them. With each successful "taming" of the dragon he would bow deeply, enjoying his act of valor. Indeed Amethise had found a wonderful actor for the job today! She must remember to send her a gift once the celebrations were done.

Finally catching up with the float, she walked next to Amethise for the last bit to the Abbey. This has been a wonderful event thus far, thank you for helping with the dragon Amethise! Tahsa took a shortbread out of her basket and handed it to her. Not much for now but I hope to send you more once we are done with this celebration? Taking a shortbread out for herself she took a bite of the lavender infused ambrosia. Mmmmmm was all she could mumble.
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Sythe

Seeing the massive amount of crowds around him was always a fantastic sight to see, and he was able to keep his composure as maintained his pace in the parade beside the King's chariot. He searched ahead of himself to see how many people he could recognize, and it seemed there were many new faces he had yet to meet. He knew there were County dragons within the parade however he wasn't able to see them from his position. Perhaps he would be able to see them when they reached the Abbey. He checked on King Cullan to make sure his balance was kept while standing on the chariot, and so far it all looked good.

The noise was deafening as everyone around was shouting in celebration. He finally managed to see his Knight, Prince Allyn, riding on a horse within the parade with several other members of the Order of St. George. He wouldn't have much of a chance to speak with him today, but was glad he had come. He returned his focus to his current duties beside King Cullan and continued to survey the gathering of people around them.
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Taliesin1017

Tali had been very glad for the idea of the rope to help pull the Devon dragon as he played, however the position he was in had him almost directly beneath the Dragon's mouth. That meant that as he walked, he was almost constantly showered with flower petals. It made seeing very far into the crowd or very far ahead of him difficult. But he had noticed that directly ahead of him was a fancy chariot, and a man dressed in an elegant cape and surrounded by guards and a few other finely dressed men and a woman. It had taken him a moment to realize that the man in the chariot was in fact the King of England, and he had taken a pause at the end of his song to gape slightly, though his fingers still played the music on his lute.

He would get a chance to play for the man ahead of him at the feast, when his attention might be able to hear the music better, but why wait until then? He was hoping that he'd do so well that he might be recommended to play at other noble, if not royal, functions, a chance to be able to more easily earn his living, as well as make even more people happy with his songs and tales. With this thought in mind, a wide grin split the blonde's face, and he redoubled his efforts, singing his dragon song again so that everyone around could hear him.
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Amethise

As the parade wound its way slowly along the route, Amethise thought she recognised one or two familiar figures moving through the crowd; unsure whether they would notice amidst all the bustling merriment, she waved in their general direction… and received a few enthusiastic waves in return, from complete strangers! She chuckled and continued walking, still handing out delicious lavender shortbread to all who wanted it.

She had a clear view of the Sussex dragon, parading directly in front of their own, but the other two floats were still a little too far ahead for her to see details with any degree of accuracy. However, she couldn't help but notice that rose petals lay scattered underfoot, all along the route; she thought she had glimpsed a cloud of them in the distance, puffing into the air every so often -- perhaps they had come from one of the other dragons. "How pretty," she thought, "such a lovely and creative effect!"

The King's procession was also up ahead, while the Princess's followed behind the Mercian float, bringing up the rear of the parade. Amethise had, of course, been curious to see both! Now, as they approached ever nearer to the Abbey, she hoped that she might finally have an opportunity to do so, as well as enjoying an unimpeded view of the other dragon floats…

Tahsa wrote:

She smiled warmly as Tahsa joined her again, to walk the final stretch together. "I very much enjoyed helping to make the dragon," she replied, "and I'm having a wonderful time here today! Thanks are also due to you and Rain -- we wouldn't have had a dragon without you both!" She paused to accept the shortbread from Tahsa. "And I would say that this scrumptious shortbread is more than thanks enough for me -- I must ask, did you bake it yourself? It's exceptionally good!"
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Breena

It was amazing how alone one could feel among throngs of people. Bree looked around and saw people she knew from her former home of Mercia, but not many from Devon. Perhaps all those from Devon were taking part in the parade or perhaps she just didn't know many people yet.

She kept pace with the parade in the background when the monumental sight of Westminster Abbey came into view. Bree gasped at the sight. It was the largest building she had ever seen and she couldn't wait to see the inside. She milled around the grounds, occasionally glancing at the parade to see how it progressed. Finally she took a seat on a nearby bench to watch as the Princess and her bridesmaids and the King made the final approach to the Abbey.
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Corsaira

Saira craned her neck, looking for the Westmorland dragon. Knowing her countyfolk well, she reckoned they were saving themselves for a grand entrance... or finishing up a few pints in the pub before the hard work began. She hoped no important bits had fallen off...
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Mysti

The parade went on and so were the dragons. Slowly they moved through the streets and
Mysti had a good time taking treat and candy from the boxes to distribute it among the
throwers. Once in a while she also took a handful and tossed it to the folk of London. Most
of the people she'd never seen before, but even more reason to fill their hearts with joy and
their hands with candy! Mysti chuckled and changes her cap for the Dragon Hat.
It looked fancy, a tad weird but to sort of rounded up the "dragonish" appearance of the crew.
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Elliejune

Ellie was shocked to see Alex. "Alex! So good to see you here! Of all places, we'd run into each other on the crowded streets of London, and at the King's parade! Just wait until you see the Sussex dragon!" She hugged her friend tightly. "Our Merthyn was right behind me but it seems I lost him. Do you think I should go looking for him?" She looked over her shoulder and scanned the smiling faces gathering in closer, hoping to see her favourite face in the crowd. "Merthyn's been asking after you. He hopes you are doing well. Are you doing well, Alex? You are absolutely glowing! Travel must be treating you well. Either that, or I've missed you so much you couldn't look any prettier!"
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Wildbill32

From across the road, in between the marchers and the carriages and the dragons, he spots Elliejune and waves madly at her to try and catch her attention. It had been a while since he had seen her in Lewes.
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Calisa

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A.rose

She gave a bit of a chuckle hearing Ellie talk. Oh she had missed the woman greatly. "Ah, well Merthyn." She glanced around as though that would be obvious, but well wasn't. "Aye, mayhaps should find him. Will you two be attending the actual coronation as well then?" She looped her arm through Ellies as she gave her a grin before glancing over the crowd once more of familiar, and also strange, faces.

"Where did you last see our dear Merthyn eh?" she wondered if it'd be hard to find the man, especially in a crowd this size. "I did see the Sussex dragon, did you see the ale it sprays?" She gave a light laugh. "Truly marvelous." Once again she scanned the crowd before giving a grin to Ellie. "I be well lass, very well indeed, but so much to tell you afterwards, now lets find your lad aye."
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Airya

Airya called Georgio over to her.. after she and her musicians arrived in front of
Westminister Abbey. She handed him a bag of some silver coins and her lute.

"Here lad. Distribute these coins to the musicians and give my Lute to Fergus..
When you've all had a bit of fun in the town.. go back to the Inn where you have
beds in the common room..reserved for you. I t may be that we'll be expected to
entertain at the festivities after the nuptials and the coronation. So, I'll meet
you back at the Inn later.

Angelina_holifard

Kazzia..Thank you, Angie took the seat next to her Sis..she waved...I hope I see Mat and Merlin soon...My son was so cute this morning, he was running around the house telling the staff his Mum was going to be in a "arade". she grinned and continued wave.
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Dunpeal

Dunpeal heard Bhnapoleon and raised his templar flag.

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Georgio

Georgio was tempted to be less than generous with the silver, that Airya gave him.
But he decided he'd better be fair, because he was content working for Fergus,
and he knew his job would be in jeapordy, if he displeased the lady Airya.
So he gave each of the musicians the same amount as he kept for himself..
and they all went about enjoying the festivities.

Kazzia_llewellynn

Awww, I haven't met your wee ones yet, Angie, If you point them out I've a few candies we can toss them. Kazzia offered her a handful of the taffies left from the ones she made in for the Sussex dragon float. It's just simple taffy, but the kids seem to love it. She moved over a bit more, allowing room so that the others could be closer to the window. Reaching up she, moved a piece of the Princess' dress carefully to the side, You don't wish to step on that, my Lady, don't over tire, now Princess, the long part of this has yet to come. And your King may find need of your strength, as a hand on my famlies ships in the mess I know how hard keeping your arm in such a pose can be on it,, she murmered as she did adjusted the skirt, careful to continue to smile and keep her voice pitched low so that the others couldn't hear. She straightened and adjusted her own skirts as much out of the way as she could. Then with a grin she handed each of the ladies a bit of taffy, them than wanted, then she knelt on the seat and reached through the window to offer some to Saira and the driver, tapping the box to get their attentions. The gown had pockets everywhere, she had taffy oh! and coins to be tossed. She offered some to everyone present to toss for the children gathered round. Here! Take some of these coins, I can't believe I forgot them! I brought them just to toss for the children. Some seem so hungry and thin, at least with a bit of coin they can have something to eat. Won't you all help hand them round?
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Zanlarrr

Zanlarrr was having trouble working his way through the crowd. He wasn't quite sure where the others from Devon, so that slowed him as he was busy searching through the crowds for a longed for familiar face - or any of his friends too.

Eventually the crowds eased enough that he was able to spy Patan stride a tall steed with a fancy sort of barding. His gaze flashed through the crowds, looking for a raven-haired woman. There was Llyres... Robin at her side... Mel...Eumelia... and... Revan. Zan his face break out into a smile, and it was with renewed vigor that he resumed working his way through the crowd.
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Elliejune

"Last I saw 'im he was right behind me," Ellie told Alex, again scanning the crowd. "We did make a plan for a meeting spot if we got separated. I know he wouldn't want me to miss the fanfare, though," she said, nudging her friend with a conspirational smile. "I think this is the first dragon parade I've ever been to!" She turned back to the parade and caught sight of WildBill waving at her from across the road. She waved back frantically and then pointed him out to Alex.
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Melanie_bolton

She had been following the march all along the way and she was astonished when they let out the dragons, she was scared too but hoped they were some kind of trained. Everything, as always, was perfect. She was abit nervous because this time she was all alone.

Jannie

Her driver had driven as near to the Abbey as was possible and with much reluctance had allowed Jannie to leave with a warning to 'watch the rif raf Ma'am, tis a dangerous place is London'

She had smiled absentmindedly, trying to work out where she was and how to get to the Abbey, avoiding as much of the 'rif raf' as possible, not that she had an issue with them, she'd once been one of the thronging masses, before the family had discovered their true originals. Anyhow, this pondering wasn't getting her near the Abbey, so she adjusted the skirt of her gown so as to best avoid the garbage, puddles and other deposits littering the street and pushed through the crowds.

As the music grow louder and the crowds denser, she knew she was nearer her destination. one finally push and she was there, the Abbey in front of her and the noise of the parade nearer brought a sigh of relief and a smile to her face
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Lavea

Time Turner: 11 AM (Tuesday 28th):
Parade arrives at Westminster Abbey.

As you approach the Abbey...
Procession off to the side. You can then join the crowd to watch the wedding.
King/Groomsmen go up the aisle to wait on the Abbey Steps for the Princess' arrival.
Princess/Bridesmaids prepare for procession up the red carpet aisle.
Family/Friends - take a seat on some of the chairs and benches placed either side of the carpet.
Crowds - you should have a clear view standing of the Abbey Steps where the Wedding will take place.

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Eumelia

Taliesin1017 wrote:

With this thought in mind, a wide grin split the blonde's face, and he redoubled his efforts, singing his dragon song again so that everyone around could hear him.

Marching in the crowd and keeping the standard of the Templars was tiring but honorific. Luckily the weather was not too hot today: though it was bright, the sun was shining, the heat was not unbearable. Eumelia realized that the procession would soon arrive the monumental building of the Westminster Cathedral.

Suddenly a song caught her ear, attracting her attention in the direction. Not that far from her position, a young bard started to sing - surely for the King who was sitting in his chariot - about a dragon. He had a strong, rich voice, and the song itself sounded to be funny - as far as Eumelia could judge it in the noise of the crowd. She stopped for some minutes and listened to the song.

When the tune ended and the young man fall silent, Eumelia could not stand to burst into applause, laughing towards the bard - though she didn't know if he could realise her plaudits.

Then she grabbed the heavy flagpole again and continued marching towards Westminster.
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A.rose

A bit of a nod and she decided to help find Merthyn with Ellie. "Well he couldn't have gotten too far, lets find him and head to the Abbey then so we can see this wedding." It was still odd to think that Cullan was king, and that he was getting married, but weirder things have happened. "Aye, the dragon parade is not something i've seen before either but tis grand indeed!" She gave her a bit of a grin before noticing that she was waving to someone. After Bill was pointed out to her she gave a bit of a wave as well. "Now there's someone haven't seen in a bit either!"
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Pagan

Whew! She had made it! And not a minute too soon. In addition to the fact that the Black Dog had woken up again and was howling it's misery in between her temples, her bowels were now rumbling and growling too, reminding her that the only breakfast she had had today had been the liquid kind. Pagan thanked her maker that she didn't have further duties here nor room for her inside the cathedral - nobody would notice if she slipped away from the crowd to find one of those ale and pastry tents she had spotted earlier, for a very late breakfast. In this particular day she would have no trouble finding some stuff to fill Noro's flask with either, to get her through the ceremony. She would be back to see it, of course, in an hour or so. Just as soon as she got something to eat and perhaps an ale or three to abate the bottle ache.

Pagan cast furtive glances over her shoulders as she discreetly seceded from the crowd and started walking towards the direction they were coming from. For once she would at least have a credible explanation for why her uniform was all soaked in ale. Lots of people got bedabbled by the Sussex dragon, and it wasn't Pagan's fault that she just happened to stand where it had spewed most of it's invigorating stomach contents. It was not like she had purposely chased after the ale shower, now was it? Of course it wasn't.
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Aleksander75

As the parade approached the stairs, the groups split off. Aleks and Parson Jones continued up the stairs until they reached the top, where the wedding would take place. He stood there, watching the whole of the parade go by and all of the people who had come to see and partake in this memorable occasion.

Aleks was wearing the brand-new vestments of AWESOME and Parson JOnes was wearing his new robes too. The different colors certainly added to the joy and wonder of the occasion. At least, they did to Aleks.

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Applus_macflintlock

Applus MacFlintlock was amazed by the parade as it moved through the London streets. He had seen some things in his time, but never did he see such a show. He liked the extra touch of the Sussex dragon spewing ale, and made sure he was well out of the way.
The order, discipline and the show the English presented here made a deep impression on him and he thought it was a wonderful experience. Applus inhaled deeply and sighed at the thought that Scotland would probably never see such a show, let alone such unity among the English people.

As the parade moved closer and closer to the Abby, Applus left his spot to ensure he would find a good spot for the wedding. After a while he found himself a spot and tried once again to find familiar faces amongst the crowd and the approaching parade.

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Tahsa

Amethise wrote:

[i]She smiled warmly as Tahsa joined her again, to walk the final stretch together. "I very much enjoyed helping to make the dragon," she replied, "and I'm having a wonderful time here today! Thanks are also due to you and Rain -- we wouldn't have had a dragon without you both!" She paused to accept the shortbread from Tahsa. "And I would say that this scrumptious shortbread is more than thanks enough for me -- I must ask, did you bake it yourself? It's exceptionally good!"

Smiling she agreed with Amethise, that she too had been having a great time in the parade. The shortbread I did make but not without some hints from our famous baker Bill. We should have a celebration soon in Mercia, to show off the grand dragon before we take it apart? Perhaps we can get others to bake more delicious sweets too? she said with a big grin.

Looming closer and closer was the Abbey. She gasped at how large a building it was. Have ya seen something so beautiful Amethise? Its grand size over shadowed anything she had ever seen, as she kept looking skyward. Her eyes kept darting around looking for Alun, who had promised to wait for her near the Abbey so that they may attend the ceremony together. The motley throngs of people seemed to push closer and closer to the parade as they got to the Abbey. She felt a few tugs at her skirt and looked to see small, blue eyes looking up at her. She looked in the basket to see only a handful of shortbread left. There ya go, have em. she said with a smile as she handed the basket to the small child. The child's eyes grew wide and she said Thank ya Miss! as she scooted away. Tahsa remembers when she was without means and was hoping to always give back to those when she could. There was something about this trip which brought on an epiphany.

OOC: The Lavender shortbread recipe is here

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Parson_jones

The Parson had followed the Bishop during the parade, talking to him about the wedding and cracking a few jokes here and there as he usually did. When they reached the stairs, he climbed them with the Bishop standing just a little bit behind him. He was, after all, his assistant.

THe Bishop had asked him to wear the new vestments for the service, hoping that they could show them off. The Parson had agreed, although he wasn't really sure what all the fuss was about. He assumed it was part of the ceremony. Everyone else was showing off their dresses, so why not the clergy too?

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Lark

She opened her hand so the Royal Guard could see she held only a hip flask, took a brief sip to prove it wasn't poison, then wiped it, stoppered it, and tossed it towards King Cullan. "For his majesty!" she called, raising her voice to be heard clearly above the crowd. "Something to get you through the ceremony so the dragon doesn't chase you - or me!"
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Catriona_mackenzie

Now the procession was over, Cat bid farewell to the other clergy. None had seem interested in talking en route, a couple of them speaking in a language she didn't know, but she'd let it wash over her, content to just enjoy the occasion. She therefore took the opportunity now to join the crowd and look back at the remaining procession as it came in, laughing to see the different dragons and quite enveloped in the joy of the moment as the bardic music filled the air as a counterpoint to the shouts and cheering of the people.
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Raella

Whoa boys, she murmured as she tugged at the horses' reins and brought them to a halt just outside the gathering area in front of the Abbey. The horses grunted and snuffled, relieved to be done with pulling the weird-looking plow that the fire-haired lady had hitched at their backs. Raella rewarded them with leftover treats from the cart and settled herself a ways back from the main crowd.

That had been fun! Exhausting, but fun. She shook her sleeve to try and dry out the ale foam that she'd been sprayed with during the course of the parade. Then, with expectant eyes, she searched for the King and soon-to-be Queen on the steps of the Abbey.

It suddenly struck her that she was not at all dressed for the occasion. There she was, attending a King's coronation and wedding, wearing a knit dragon cap and her soppy ale-soaked clothes. At least she was wearing more than those hunky Dragon Warriors. As she waited for the royal wedding to commence, she let her eyes rest on the warriors for a bit, taking the time to truly appreciate Sara's handiwork.
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Elsbet

Coming to a sudden halt, Elsbet peeked about and realized that the parade had reached its destination. Paulie reached out a beefy hand to help her out of the cake wagon. For a mere second, the little baroness was ready to step out of the dragon nest when she remembered the trouble she had peering over many a tall shoulder.. Lordy, such a bother.

Standing full, albeit short height atop the wagon, Elsbet was able to get a clear view of the Abby steps.

"I'll.. just stay here if you don't mind Paulie but do you suppose you can grab me a bit of ale before it all starts? I thought I saw Aria racing about with empty tankards.."

Offering a smug grin to Gus, Paulie headed out in search of refreshment for Lady Withdean
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Kalens

Kalens looked out from the steps of the Abbey and quickly realized he was in the wrong place... he scooted down the steps towards where he saw Melanie and Applus standing relatively near each other.
Kalens greeted Melanie, M'lady Chancellor.. I am glad you made it. Kalens looked about, Laird Ian couldn't come? I see Chancellor Applus...
Awaiting an answer he waved to Applus to join them with a great smile.
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Cullan

The pomp was overwhelming. He waved to the crowd, smiling and laughing, but inside he was a ball of nerves - and his gut was telling him so. Every so often he would turn back toward the dragons, wishing he could get a swallow of the ale the Sussex dragon was breathing.

He chuckled as he heard the storyteller over the other voices. From what he could hear, he was impressive. Definitely someone to get to know. There were more faces he recognized than didn't - even the McNeils. Surprising, considering he hadn't seen from them in years. From behind the exuberant voice singing out a song made him smile - out was one he sang while painting the St. George motif for his wedding...though Jah knew neither of them were virgins...at least he didn't think so. He wasn't sure of any of his future wife's history, nor did he hear of any children. Something to think over.

So distracted by his thoughts, he first didn't notice the parade folding out. It wasn't until the chariot rumbled to a stop that they were there.

Ah hell...

There was Aleks standing atop the stairs. The collected dignitaries were around. This was it. The old man steeled himself as he tried to step down. It wasn't until the contraption stopped that he realized how the bouncing jolted his leg. He turned toward men around him, grinning through the pain as he growled "it's time..."

Taking a deep breath, he walked toward the steps. He was surrounded by English of all types, gathered together to celebrate England. That was worth the pain. Step by step he made his way up until he was beside Aleks.

Christos above, he'd kill for a drink.
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Taarna

Taarna saw the Abbey growing ever closer. Her arm was becoming very tired from waving to everyone, but 'twas fun, and she saw that many, especially the children, seemed to enjoy seeing all of the ladies wave at them.

The carriage slowed even more, and she could see that the King and his groomsmen were preparing to mount the Abbey steps. That meant that they would be getting out of the carriage any time now, and the procession up the aisle would begin soon!

Oh, she hoped that Steei was out there...she hadn't seen him at all since arriving in London. And Adam. She looked again to see if she could find them. No...but there were more friends, and she waved at them...more children, and she smiled and gave a little wave at them as well.

Just as she was ready to turn back and sit down, someone caught her eye...and she had a second look. Was that...Yes, it was! It was Chancellor Applus, from the Embassy Ball! She sat up a bit higher in her seat and waved, hoping that he would see her. He wasn't too far away, so she even chanced a vocal greeting, which she probably shouldn't have, but she was glad to see him after all.

"Chancellor Applus! Hello!" she said loudly, but hopefully not too loudly, trying to remain as dignified as possible. "How lovely that you came today!" The carriage passed on by. She squeezed Kazzia's hand again (something that she seemed to be doing a lot of today). "And that was dear Sir Applus from the Embassy Ball! My goodness, I wonder how many people from that event we shall see here today?"

The carriage halted abruptly, jolting Taarna. Well. Now was the time.
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Galrador

The parade seemed to go on for ever. At least the masses which had assembled seemed endless. A roar of sound from all directions made quite the impression on him, while he was walking down the streets. He simply didn't have enough eyes and ears to gather all what was happening around him. It wasn't untill they went around the last corner when he spotted the Abbey. Despite him having seen it before, it still was quite the sight. Perhaps even more today, with all the events going on.

With the Kings chariot coming to a stop, he doubted a little if he should help the King down or not. He could see the King wasn't in the most kind of comfort, trying to get off the chariot. Standing all the way must have taken it's toll on the man. With the masses of English citizens gathered around however, he didn't want to help the man if it wasn't absolutely needed. Needing help stepping off a chariot would perhaps not be the best sign to the public about his strenght.

Luckily though, the King managed to get off unscatched and slowly made his way up the steps of the Abbay, before taking his place next to the bishop. Galrador followed the King up the steps and took place on the other side of him. His hand touched the flask he had brought with him earlier today, being filled with the special whisky the King had shared with him and the other Groomsmen in his room. Taking the flask from his belt, he tapped the King on his shoulder to get his attention. Apologies your Highness. Would you care for a few sips of 'water'? Emphasizing the last word, hoping the King would catch his drift, he offered the flask to Cullan as he asked him the question.
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Amethise

Tahsa wrote:

Amethise smiled on hearing of Bill offering baking tips; his baked goods were indeed famous in Mercia -- and perhaps further afield, for all she knew. "Well, you made a splendid job of it!" she replied, "I have simply never tasted better shortbread anywhere!"

Tahsa's enthusiasm was infectious, and Amethise couldn't help grinning in response, "A Dragon Disassembling Party back home would be an excellent idea… although it may need a much catchier name than that!" She chuckled, before adding, "Many years ago, before I became a weaver, baking was my first profession, and I have been known to produce a cake on occasion since then, although not very often, I must admit."

Following Tahsa's gaze, she looked up at the Abbey as they drew ever closer. "I have been here before for previous coronations and…" she hesitated to mention sad events on such a happy day… "state funerals…" recovering her spirits, she smiled, "but its sheer size and the beauty of the architecture always impress me, just as much as they did on my very first visit."

Smiling at Tahsa's warmth and kindness, as she gave away the remainder of her shortbread, Amethise checked her own basket; only a few pieces were left. On impulse, she handed the basket up to the driver of their wagon, but only after discreetly slipping a pouch of coins inside it -- the promised ale money for the two men, who had served them so well this day. "We may become separated shortly," she told him, "but we shall meet again after the ceremonies are over, to ensure that all is in hand for the journey back to Mercia." She smiled warmly at the two men. "Until then, please enjoy the festivities. Thank you so very much for all you have done -- your service today has been truly invaluable!"
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Kiane

As they had walked, Kiane had enjoyed watching the spectacle that was the parade to the Abbey but was slightly disheartened at not seeing any faces of the few friends he had left in the Kingdom. As they neared the steps, he did spot Lady Irish proudly displaying her association with Her Sacred Rose and smiled. Without obvious purpose, Kiane slowly milled his way through the throng in her direction; it would be nice to wait with someone he knew. He was expecting to find another, of who had promised to meet him here, and figured his chances would be better in greater numbers.

As he inched his way through, he spotted another set of old friends and smiled at the sight of them. It had been many years since seeing Cornish and Kristin and they both looked happy and healthy, and for that he was glad. He would make a point to catch up with them after the ceremonies.
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Goswintha

She laughed with the words saied by Mic – There's nothing to do with you Lord of Shermanbury.
They walked following the crowd just to the Westminster Abbey. The procession was over, so they got into the Abbey, Swini helped Sibi to went down to the floor.

She looked at her daughters – Girls, time for fun it's over, now we must enter to the Abbey – she knew that the girls had enjoyed a lot of the parade. She mended the dresses of the girls and also her gown. Looked at Mic – Let's go childs – she took each girl of the hand. - Mic, let's go and look for a spot from where we can see the ceremony.

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Kelster

As the parade made it's way towards the Abbey, Kelster could not believe the sights and sounds around him. If England did anything well at all it was most certainly pomp and ceremony. It really was a sight to behold.

As they reached to Abbey and some started to enter, he thought to himself. I hope this place is big enough for everyone, he then chuckled to himself.
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Lark

She grimaced as the flask fell short, and slid quickly through the growing crowd to snatch it up again. Everywhere seems to be dresses and uniforms and finery and people. Too many people. She made it to the front and her mouth twisted in grudging admiration of the new king's grit.

She looked round quickly, but the ceremony hadn't started yet. Taking a deep breath, she climbed the few steps to him, bowed, and handed him the flask. "Yours, I believe," she told him with a brief, almost conspiratorial, grin, and backed away into the crowd again.
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Beatriz_rubia

Beatriz was late, as usual. At least too late to know who was doing what or talking with who and too late to look for a good place to park the carriage, that's why she had arrived mounting a white horse instead. As soon she had found a lackey to take care of the mount, she walked down the gardens approaching to the Abbey, dressing an aqua-and-peach dress with silver beanding, hoping that no one else was wearing it in the event (crossing fingers).

She had had to wake up early in the morning, and so she still seemed a little bit drowsy, confused by the crowd sorrounding her. But even considering her somnolence, she still was able to take a mental note about to ask an audience with the King after the wedding to demand a Royal Decree prohibiting the Royal events to start so early in the morning. Oh, jah 7 a.m.!! That was the time she usually went to sleep, of course because she worked tirelessly in service to England day and night, not because she frequented taverns and parties till the dawn.

The Abbey was completely crowded. Going through the crowd, she still was able to see some familiar faces to greet afterwards, but as soon as she managed herself to come into the magnificent building, she was accidentally pushed by someone and that was enough for her to get completely lost for a while.

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Amerys

Once they'd gotten underway things had gone even better than hoped. Sure, a few drunken revelers had tried to get too close to the carriage, but they were easily blocked by Restless' body as Ame moved the big gelding in and herded them away. But even if there had been a threat Amerys knew that they'd have had an unpleasant surprise waiting in the carriage in the form of cousin Kazzia's wee knives.

Colors, noise, excitement! Everywhere she looked there were banners and pennants, musicians, dancers. Ale flowed as hawkers sang out their wares. Sometimes Amerys couldn't even hear Restless' hooves on the cobbles above the noise.
And of course there were the dragons. From her vantage atop the horse Amerys could see over most of the crowd and a grin slid across her face. Impressive, they were, and she hoped the crowds were enjoying them fully. "Especially Sussex's," she chuckled, thinking of the fountains of ale spewing forth on this dry day.

The courser had settled down to work admirably, as she'd known he would, but suddenly he flinched and sidestepped away from the carriage. In a second Amerys realized why - the bridesmaids were throwing candy and coins to the crowd and the horse had unexpectedly been struck by a handful. Amerys pulled rein and slowed him until they'd finished, then threaded him up again through the dozens of children who'd rushed into the street for the treats, a pair of them well known to herself. "Maeve, Liam! Watch yourselves there, aye?" she called out to her youngsters, but she grinned as they looked up and waved to her. A glance behind them showed little Branna as well, her small hand tightly clasped by Anna's as the maid kept the toddler safely in tow, a piece of sticky candy happily clasped in the child's fist and more smeared on her face. "Ahh, well," her mother smiled ruefully as the parade moved on.

Then the Abbey came into view. The procession slowed as the crowd thickened here and guards and troops urged the onlookers back so the various floats and carriages could have room to get clear. Churchmen could be seen waiting on the steps as the King's chariot drew up, and the entire procession paused while he carefully dismounted. Amerys knew he must be in pain, but he was on his feet and seemed able to walk unaided. "At least he'll be able t' sit through the coronation..." she thought. But first there was the wedding to get through.
The procession began to inch forward again. Amerys would stay close as the Heir's carriage slowly drew nearer the Abbey, waiting to dismount until the Princess was safely with the King, and guards around the steps.
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Jessa.jane

As they reached the Abbey, the amount of people there already and coming along as they brought up the end of the parade, was unbelievable. Keeping her smiles and being careful to keep up the proper appearance she scanned the faces hoping more than anything to see her husband and brother. She felt it was hopeless though and suppressed her disappointment until suddenly she caught sight of them , first Kelster then Edward. It was a good thing she was still in their carriage as if she hadn't she was sure she would be running to them telling of the events so far and getting a kiss from her husband she had missed so much. However now was no the time as they all had more duties ahead.

She glanced to Aggnes for a split moment. She was thinking of asking if she could quickly greet her family. Then she thought better of it knowing in a few hours she would be with them and now her time was serve the crown.

She looked back in hopes to catch Edward's or Kel's eye and they were gone, either enveloped in the ever thickening crowd or moved along to find a place to sit. At least she knew they had made it safely to London and some how some way she would find them when the time allowed.

She smiled looking back to Aggnes. M'lady are you ready to wed the King of England.? Or more appropriately are you ready to make him the most lucky King in the world by the honor of being your husband? She had only her own wedding day feeling to draw from and that Aggnes must be filled with the happy anticipation that she had been moments before her own ceremony.
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Micjo

Goswintha wrote:

- Mic, let's go and look for a spot from where we can see the ceremony.

Mic looked at her and chuckled..catching her meaning in her remark...

Lady Goswintha de La Olla i Santacana, I will be happy to escort you and your child's to the Abbey for the Coronation and Wedding. I have seen many familiar faces from Sussex today Swini, and maybe I will be able to introduce you to them after the ceremony.

Mic helped with taking Sibi's hand as they walked to the Abbey and hoped they would be able to find a good place to sit.
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Jamesthemad

Our large friend was pleased when the parade reached the steps of the Abbey. The King spoke, but James could not hear it, his ears were ringing from all the screaming, shouting, cheering, and so forth. Spying a stable boy nearby gawking, our friend motions the lad over as he dismounts, then hands over his reins. This done, the young Captain makes to follow the King up the steps of Westminster. At the top, young James will move into a position at the side, while the wedding takes place.
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Irish_dragons_

Irish spotted Father Kiane and waved to him to catch his eye. Happy to see he at least found her.
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Applus_macflintlock

Applus attempts to find a familiar face were of little success. That was, until he saw someone waving in his general direction, instead of towards the parade. He narrowed his eyes in an attempt to see who it was and to his great surprise, he saw his lord Kalens. Applus waved back and started moving towards him.

As he made his way through the crowd, he heard someone calling his name. He recognized the voice, but failed to place a name to it, until he looked in the direction where the sound came from. He immediately recognized lady McNairn from the Embassy Ball last year. He waved back with a broad smile on his face and tried to say something back, but his voice got lost in the crowd. One of the prices of getting old was that your ability to talk loudly wanes, so instead he tried to gesture to her that he couldn't reply at the moment and that they would speak later when possible.

After some effort, Applus finally reached Kalens and was pleasantly surprised to see lady Melanie with him as well.
Lord Kalens, my friend, it is so good to see you. I was afraid that I wouldn't see any familiar faces today. How are you?
And lady Melanie, it has been a while since we last spoke in person. I trust everything is well?

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Andreas.sharpe

Following his latest set of orders, Andreas made his way through the throng towards his newly assigned duty, doing his best to stop his mount from rearing as she was getting skittish and twitchy with the noise. Finally arriving at his destination, he grinned at the Guard already there Alright Ame. I've been sent to give you a wee hand.
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_bartram_

He had never seen so many people in his life. And he had seen a lot. He was standing some taller than most of them, still he couldn't see much. And he could not hear much. Bubbly talking, someone shouting, murmuring, all kind of English accents, on top of that languages he didn't understand at all. Colourful, yes. Interesting. Wondering where...

I have lost my wife!
She was here a few minutes ago. Now she is gone. Lost in the crowd.

Bartram looks bewildered around. No. Strange faces. Hundreds of them. The only one I want is lost!

Keeping his sword against his side with his left hand Bartram clears way with his right hand and elbow, ploughing his way through the crowd in desperation, trying not to hurt people though. Just he is in a hurry.

Where did I feel her hand in mine last? Her perfume! Her scent. Nothing like hers here... What was she wearing? I cannot remember her clothing!
Bartram begins looking for his wife, wed and lost, all in two days, trying to remember her dress and headgear.
Blonde, blonde... too ample this one - that one is too thin. Why is everyone looking in one direction only, all I see is backs. There!
Bartram rushes to grab a good hold of a blonde lady of right size and figure realizing too late that she isn't the right one. Not her scent! - Excuse me mylady, so sorry, pardon... I'm looking for me wife, you were almost that. I must go on, sorry.
Bartram continues his search, now sniffing before grabbing, continues...

There are riders making way in the crowd, people get panicked, there's tumult. Bartram gets a knock in his head from behind and he falls forward, onto something soft, familiar.
Before losing his consciousness Bartram feels the scent of his wife, he has bumped on her.

Melanie_bolton

Kalens wrote:

She was so relieved when she heard a familiar voice, as she turned she saw Lord Kalens.

Lord Kalens! So good to see you! I was so afraid I was not going to see anyone I knew!

She smiled sadly and shook her head.

No he couldn't, we are not married anymore. Apparntly we were blood related so our wedding was void and null.

Then Lord applus arrived.

Hello Chancellor Applus, same applies to me! I thought I was not going to see any familiar faces. Apparently I found 2 by now. Everything is fine, I'm more than honoured to have been invited to the wedding and all.

She arranged her red dress properly and a bit nervously as she spoke with them. She turned her head to the tumult to see the recently wed Lord Bartram bumping unconscious onto his wife. As soon as he woke up, she would wave.

Aggnes.holifard

Jessa.jane wrote:

She smiled looking back to Aggnes. M'lady are you ready to wed the King of England.? Or more appropriately are you ready to make him the most lucky King in the world by the honor of being your husband? She had only her own wedding day feeling to draw from and that Aggnes must be filled with the happy anticipation that she had been moments before her own ceremony.

Aggnes watched the preparations on the Abbey steps, waiting for Cullan to be ready before she and her group disembarked. She was glad to see at least two people offering him flasks, and knew what would be in the one from Lark.

"I'd better be ready, hadn't I? It's a little late to get cold feet now, and if I did, Lavea threatened to marry him to Demdyke." Jokes helped, at times of high stress. She'd been carefully not asking herself that question, concentrating on the one-step-at-a-time approach to the day, and feeling very glad she'd only had a light breakfast. "Let's look at it the third way, the one with the most responsibility involved. Am I ready to become Queen of England? Yes."

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Amerys

She saw one of the Royal Guard making his way back along the parade route, watched as his horse shied and he quickly got it under control. Amerys raised a hand in greeting and as he drew close she heard him, "Alright Ame. I've been sent to give you a wee hand."
"The comp'ny's most welcome," she replied with a smile and nodded toward the opposite side of the carriage, suggesting that he take up position there.
Though new to the Guard, Andy was an experienced soldier and her clansman as well. She was glad to have him there, especially with the press of the crowds so close.
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Calisa

The parade was coming to an end and that was such a shame, but at least she would be able to see the royal wedding. As the dragon float stopped she glanced down to see the hunky men that Sara had brought to walk with lining up into a bit of formation at the base of the dragon. She grinned a bit as she was highly tempted too give one last spray of the ale, but worried that she would end up spraying someone of great importance and insulting them... Well it was a parade after all, and a party...

She teased the levers and gave a bit of a war cry to give warning, at least to the men below, before the gave a cry back and pretended to attack the dragon. Naturally she had to... So she took aim and released a medium stream of the ale at them laughing in merriment and delight. Well at least there was still still one more shot to be had just in case after this. Now she debated to stay in the dragon to watch the ceremony or to join in with the crowd.
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Melodia.pia.nissa

Following the procession Nissa finally managed to reach the monumental cathedral of Westminster Abbey. The crowd was huge by the time she arrived, she was hardly able to take a single step without bumping in others.

She struggled herself though the endless sea of people until she managed to appraoch the gate of the immense church. She only hoped to find a suitable place from where she could follow the ceremony. She glanced right, then left, then right again... realizing it would have been impossible to drop even a pin in the huge crowd. However, some acquinted faces appeared: some kind people whom she met at the Embassy's Winter Ball. She managed to catch the face of Lady Goswinta for a second, some Schottish diplomats perhaps....

Oh yes, and there was Lord Bartram over there. The newly wed Finnish Chancellor seemed to look for his wife desperately, then suddenly.... Oh Jah.... they bumped onto each other. Nissa looked anxiously towards her friend who seemed to be unconscious and hoped strongly that either him or Lady Beatriz was not seriously hurt. "I must meet them after the ceremony..." she decided to herself.

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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia smiled as Taarna squeezed her hand and started to wave but there really wasn't much room at the window. She saw the abbey and her stomach twisted slightly. This place held so many memories for her. She popped a piece of mint in her mouth to ease her stomach a bit, and kept her most charming smile in place, it only took moments for her mind to process all the information whirling around.

She lay her hands on her stomach comfortable in the fact that her knives were safely stashed on herself as the crowds began congregating as they drew to the end of the line. She'd have a devil of a time parting with them but it would not be the first time she'd done so, worn them to the last second in protection of others, and it would not be the last, thought she'd have to beg Taarna or one of the other girls to help her remove them later, She was not sure she could remove the one down her spine without some damage to her dress, it had been the devil to get on without the other ladies seeing. She knew she'd never sneak them into the abbey though for both Ame and James would know she wore them. Still, she was keeping them on during the ceremony. She'd not be caught off guard, the ones they had were grand, she knew many of the faces well as she spotted them keeping the group safe. And she knew Saira had a cutlass as well, but they weren't in the carriage were they? And during a threat her throwing knives would garner more support for distance work, she was good enough she never doubted her ability to use the, not even in this crowd. Her thin sword would work for close work, as would two daggers. Still, the other women didn't need to know she had them, so she straightened and suddenly her stomach felt better.

She tweaked the skirts of her dress, preparing to stand suddenly. My lady? She asked with a smile, Did you think to send the footmen ahead with the steps? Or will I need to ask Katiya or Emily to help. I had Emily bring my herb chest, it is sturdy enough to be used as a step, and it's pretty, if need be. With a practiced eye she turned to the princess' gown and moved the skirts once more out of the way allowing her to turn when it was time to leave. I'm assuming, Highness, you wish us to go first, then Saira, then you? Grand entrance and traditional wedding mark all in the same go? Or have you other ideas? I don't want us getting out of the carriage, and looking confused. If any of the ladies isn't confident in walking this, perhaps put them in the middle, so all they need to do is follow? She asked with a smile. She knew the Queen to be had a plan, but she wanted it clear for all the ladies there, less confusion that way.
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Breena

The crowd pressed closer and closer as the parade neared the Abbey. Then finally, it was here and the King was mounting the steps along with his guard. Bree had never seen a King before and she applauded and cheered with the rest, happy for her vantage on the stone bench.

It appeared the wedding would come before the Coronation. Bree watched as a grand carriage pulled up containing what seemed like too many ladies and too many dresses for one mediumish-sized carriage. She wondered if the Princess was squashed in there as well and looked to see her alight to attend her nuptials.
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Pennblade

Alfred arrived at the end of the route, his head covered in sweat. He didn't just walk the whole journey, but had run, jumped and called to the crowd with all his might. He drew a cloth from his pocket and wiped his head off. He was most certainly going to be tired later, but there was still much to do. Thankfully there was a wedding and coronation between this and his next performance... Plenty of time for him to prepare and gain his energy back.

He turned and made his way to the ceremony. He wanted to get a good seat before they were all taken up, after all.
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Cullan

As if by divine intervention, Galrador handed him a flask. Giving him a groan of appreciation, he tipped it to his lips. It burned all the way. There were reasons it was called liquid courage. As he handed it back to his groomsman a thin arm slid out from the crowd. Attached to it was a well dressed woman...Lark? He didn't know the woman long, but she didn't seem the dress wearing type. Giving her a sly smirk, he grunted. "thank ya..." then, glancing around, he added. "...Lady Lark."

he ducked his head behind James as the large man came up the stairs so he could taste what the woman offered. It was thick and strong, but not alcoholic. The aftertaste was entirely herbal. Maybe she was poisoning him? He shrugged, sliding it into his belt. If he died, it would make a great story.

Sighing heavily he straightened his back, leaning on his cane to pull his weight off his bad leg. It was time to meet his bride.
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Anneke

The young woman eased her way through the crowds, towards the main steps of the Abbey. She paused to watch the procession, a smile lighting her face at four colourful dragons that passed. One of them seemed to be accompanied by music, which she giggled at - although she gave a slight blush - when she caught a few words as they passed by. There were lots of people to watch in the parade, too, not just dragons. Soldiers and sailors had marched or ridden past, as well as people in rather ornate garb who she heard someone mention were the Garters. That gave her another little giggle. She knew it was a high award, though wasn't sure just what it was, but she had always been a bit amused at the name, because clearly a garter was not just something that held up her stockings. Oh, and there were church people and knights, too. Anneke was quite excited really, at the spectacle.

It was when she noticed that the Princess was approaching the Abbey that she realised that the parade was ending and she needed to take her place quickly, so as not to miss the wedding. After all, the Princess was from her own home town. And she'd met the King there not long ago, too, so this was a ceremony she wanted to see. She moved through the throng and managed to get near to the Abbey steps. For a minute, she was confused, thinking that she ought to be inside the holy building, but then somebody in the crowd said that the wedding was to be outside and then they would all go inside for the Coronation. Content now that she might be in the right place to get a good view, Anneke stood quietly, craning her neck to watch.
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Aggnes.holifard

"I'm pretty sure the design of the carriage has steps that fold down from where we're standing, so all that needs doing is unbolting them and hoping they don't drop on anyone. You ladies first, yes, then there's a nice shield of skirts ready in case the wind catches mine as I descend. Saira wanted to stay up top until we're all clear. If Amerys is ready for us, then let's go."

She paused, waiting, while the steps were swung down, and they all obediently descended, then picked up one item from the side that she had an idea she was about to need. Spectacle, it was all about spectacle...
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Corsaira

Saira smiled as she saw the very, very last thing in the procession, after the Princess' carriage. The real reason why she had sat on the top of the carriage was about to become clear.

It had gauzy, blue and white sparkling cloth fluttering from its mouth in the breeze. An ice dragon, from the cold north, breathing icy frost. Its time had come; one last bit of pageantry before the wedding ceremony. The Westmorland Dragon made its entrance.

People were underneath it to move it, and holding wings out on sticks, making it "fly" sinuously round the carriage, to loom over the Ice Queen below.

It appeared that the Westmorland contingent, the Princess' home county, had something theatrical planned, as the great beast bent down as if to swallow the bride up whole... Saira had her real cutlass, of course, but had a big wooden one stashed ready for the show; she reached under the seat to grab it, and stood up on top of the carriage to brandish it at the beast, shouting down to Aggnes, "Highness! Look out!"
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Aggnes.holifard

Poised at the top of the carriage steps, so as to give the audience as good a view as possible, Aggnes looked up into the huge tooth-filled mouth that swung above her, and hoped the Royal Guard would realise that something made of paper wasn't a real threat.
"Begone, foul beast!" she cried, remembering as she did so the tendency of Westmorlanders to argue with or completely ignore orders.
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Aleks gave small bow as the King approached him. "Greetings Your Majesty." he said. He motioned to Parson Jones behind him. "This is my assistant, Parson Jones. He'll be helping me with the ceremony."

Aleks then turned back to the King and held his hand out.
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Corsaira

Saira theatrically leaped to her feet at the top of the carriage with a sureness born of time spent in rigging at sea, wooden sword in the air. She had to fight a grin as she heard parents in the crowd giving mock gasps of terror to amuse the children, as the poor Princess was about to be eaten! What would happen next?

"Aye, serpent, ye shall have to freeze me first, afore ye have the Royal Bride and her maids!"

She carefully pokes her fake sword into the gaps in the neck, and the puppeteers swing the great head up as if the beast is in pain, and the head swings; she falls onto her back on the roof of the carriage as if knocked down, and cries out; "Ah, I'm hit! Nothing now stands between me and Her Highness! Defend yerself, lady!"
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Elsbet

"Oi, m'lady. Willya Looka tha'!"
From her perch, Elsbet watched as a pale white dragon came bearing down on the Lady Aggnes.
As she applauded the efforts of their future queen attempting to shoo away the evil beast, only one thought occurred to the little dragon governess..

Where is there a virile and handsome knight with golden locks and dazzling teeth when you need one? Lordy...
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia jolted as she looked at the dragon bearing down on the Queen to be and again when Saira called out. She couldn't help a slightly startled expression.
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Taarna

If there was a moment in time that her voice came in handy, it was this one.

Taarna let out a perfect ear-splitting, glass-shattering scream, startling all those nearby. At the same time she managed to motion for the princess to duck as the "foul beast" swayed to and fro.

Corsaira swung her sword at the hideous monster, yelling threats as she climbed back and forth acrobatically atop the carriage.

The beast swung back toward them again, and once again, as all the ladies screamed, Taarna let loose another well-rehearsed high-A disguised as a cry of terror.

"Oh, please, won't someone help the Princess?" she cried.
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Calisa

She heard a commotion and leaned as far out of the dragons mouth as possible, without falling of course, to see what was going on. There were shouts and she saw something big and white coming towards the nearly Queen Aggness. A gasp as she clutched her mouth with her hands, knowing well it was fake but still was intimidating. She glanced down and yelled "HURRY Turn this beast!" to those working the horses, and soon the large Black and Red Sussex Dragon was facing the White and Gauzy WML Dragon.

She gave a loud cheer, a WHOOHOOO if you will, and then leaned down to yell towards the hunky men. "Men! Go save those Ladies and her Highness!" She points to the white dragon while the hunky men took off in their wonderful formation. Obviously it was for show, and she sure hoped they knew that.
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Aggnes.holifard

Symbolism, it was all about symbolism... She held on to the carriage door frame with one hand, and hung out, her "weapon" in the other.

"Ha! That was merely a single blade lost in my defence! Fear this, monster, and flee something far mightier than any sword, for I wield a Red Pen of Doom!"

She did, too. One with an extra-large quill, for this occasion, and with more of a tendency to "leak" ink than was the norm. She pointed it, and squeezed the little bladder hidden inside, mentally thanking Ashton for the inspiration. The white paper of the dragon's head turned red.
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Kiane

Kiane reached Irish just as a large white paper dragon advanced on the future Queen. He gave Irish a broad smile and a bow before turning to watch the spectacle. He noticed Irish's young son was struggling to see. "Here lad," he said to the boy, then lifted him up onto his shoulders giving the excited boy the best view of the show.
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Cullan

Cullan nodded to Aleks, then turned to greet the parson when he heard the scream. Spinning on his heel he caught sight of Saira falling backwards, and the white dragon descending on the women. He groaned inwardly, wishing he could have been informed of any surprises first. Seeing the Sussex group moving toward the 'attack' he called out. "Defend the Heir! Defend my wife!"
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Corsaira

The Ice Dragon, vanquished by the Red Pen of Administration, turned to join the Sussex Dragon, as if seeking the safety of its own kind. It flapped away, thrashing its head as if the ink were acidic, to applause from the crowd, some of them discussing the many ways it was symbolic of something or other. Toot would be talked in the taverns about what it all meant, none, some and all of it right. Such things were designed to make you think. Whatever it made you think, at least you were thinking.

Saira, miraculously back to full health after the dragon had finished its part, hopped off the carriage and doffed her hat, holding the Princess' copy of the Homilies as she had promised.

"Nicely done, yer Highness. Now we have had our fun, time for the work of the day. Well done also for not getting ink on yer dress...I'd tell ye to have courage and faith for the big day but such events as this don't faze ye so I shall just tell ye to say the oaths, eat the cake, and then have the fun. His Majesty chose you to rule at his side. Didn't have to marry ye too, but he chose that too. May Jah bless ye both for it. "
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia clapped loudly with the rest of those who were clapping as the dragon was defeated and sloughed away towards the Sussex dragon, looking for refuge. She looked at the King, standing on the steps, it was priceless. They'd played the parts so perfectly her own heart was still in her throat and she had to discreetly tuck away the blade she'd drawn when Saira cried out the first time. She tucked it back into her the hidden sheath she wore. and pulled her fan up waving it a bit. She let go of Taarna as well, apparently at some point she'd grabbed hold of her. That was lovely! You scared the daylight out of me though, she laughed at her own response, how silly to jump of a plaster and cloth dragon when she'd helped build one very similar. She clapped and called out to Saira, BRAVO! Well played! She couldn't help a grin on her face at the expressions of those about her.
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Aggnes.holifard

"No ink on my fingers, either." She handed Saira the Pen of Doom, carefully. "Right, that's the difficult part of the day over. Time to subdue the next challenge."

She settled her skirts, and turned to face the steps, the red carpet, and the group waiting for her at the top.
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Calisa

The hunky men, seeing that the white dragon was vanquished stayed with the Queen and her Ladies to help escort them to the King, and to make sure no harm befalls them of course.

The white dragon comes over to their dragon bested by the Queen and she gives an eep at the impressive size of it, but it was no match for the great Sussex beast! She gave another "Roar" even as her voice grows a bit hoarse from all the yelling, and moves back and forth to give the head a bit of a sway towards the white dragon.

As the head turns she pulls the lever for the ale to spray out one last time, towards anyone who dared to come too close. The Sussex Dragon was protecting the WML Dragon from any more harm, well at least that was supposed to be the symbolism. The dragon is drawn closer to the white one to give it a light bump of affection, careful of the baby dragon that was attached the back.
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Corsaira

Saira gives a mock bow to the "bravo". "Thank ye, thank ye; I am here all week!

She watches as the Sussex dragon washes the ink from Westmorland's ice dragon with a blast of ale. "Ah, a happy ending. The Ice Dragon comforted by the one from Sussex, sharing his ale to soothe her pain. Once we have the formalities over, hopefully I'll have a pint of that meself..."
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Noromical

Noro had been quietly watching the spectacle with the dragon with a slight smirk. Such a performance had been well rehearsed, but perhaps there was too much symbolism in it
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Elsbet

Elsbet had hung on for dear life as the Sussex Dragon lurched forward and received several bumps in the process while dealing with the Westmorland Beastie. Rubbing a sore elbow, she grumbled and groused as any proper Dragon Baby Governess would, making sure her charge wasn't hurt in the process.

Once she saw that the icing was intact and no odd parts had fallen off, Elsbet fluffed up the protective hay around Baby, daring anyone with an icy glare to touch her sweet charge before the right moment!
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Kalens

Kalens gave Melanie a warm smile of comfort and simply nodded at her news... happy he had seen her and brought some comfort and even more as Applus arrived. Kalens gripped the man's wrist in the Scot manner of greeting.
It is good to see you again, my friend... and we have the lovely Melanie as well here.

He looked about as the King arrived and then the Princess Aggnes... A mighty spectacle it has been, no? OHHHH.. look Westmorland's dragon has arrived!!!
Kalens laughed uproariously as the Red Pen of Doom vanquished the terrible dragon of the North..

He looked to the guests from Scotland, Now will be the wedding of King Cullan to Princess Aggnes.. I fear that after the wedding I will have to attend to my duties for the coronation proper. Make use of the Tudor-Hohenzollern pew... third row back to the right of the altar.. You'll have a lovely view of the coronation there and not so jostled.
He reached into a pocket and handed each of them a small pin that bore in enamel upon gold the combined crest.. the Hohenzollern eagle with the Tudor rose upon it's breast.
Just in case anyone questions.. which I doubt.
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Tahsa

Amethise wrote:

Amethise told the driver and his heroic dragon tamer to enjoy the festivities as she handed them her basket of goodies. Tahsa nodded up at them and added Thank you ever so much for all your help!

As they got almost to the front of the Abbey, she began to look around hoping to catch anyone she knew. Thank you again Amethise, I've to meet someone up front here and Im afraid they are not within my sight. We shall get together and get the dragon disassembling day planned out soon. She smiled and waved as she headed in the direction of the Abbey.

Gasping as she saw the white dragon looming over head, she made her way towards the stairs hoping to find Alun.
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Merthyn

After becoming separated from Ellie in the large crowd, Merthyn had made his way to the previously agreed upon meeting spot. He waited there patiently, catching glimpses of the dragons from time to time while keeping an eye out for Ellie in the crowd. At length he realized that the parade was reaching the Abbey. He looked around for Ellie fruitlessly one more time before relenting and moving toward the Abbey for a view of the proceedings.
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Aleksander75

Aleks nodded as the King greeted Parson Jones. They turned to speak to one another again, when he heard screaming. Parson Jones looked worried and kept pointing. Waving his hand, Aleks said "Don't worry. I expect it's just someone getting excited about some juggler or something" and continued in conversation with the Parson, oblivious to the whole goings-on with the dragon and the Princess of Wales.
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A.rose

She and Ellie had been chatting while searching the crowd for Merthyn, and waving of course to Bill, but she realized quickly that the parade was getting away from them. She gasped and grabbed Ellies arm and half pulled her along as they continued their conversation. "Oh Ellie, i've missed you." She leans to whisper to her, "After the wedding and coronation there will be a feast, and hopefully you'll meet that someone special to me." She gave a grin before Ellie showed her the spot that was agreed to meet Merthyn, though apparently he wasn't there, and so they continued on towards the Abbey in a more hurried pace. Though suddenly she saw someone familiar and she gasped, "Ellie! Theres Merthyn!"
She let go of Ellies arm so the lass could go to the man if she wanted, and she yelled out with a wave, "MERTHYN!!" She had to cup her hand around her mouth, as there were screams and large dragons doing strange things the closer they got to the Abbey.
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Nivera

Nivera had clapped loudly st the dragon duel, cheering for the fun of it all. This was not what she expected at all, but it was very entertaining!

When Aggnes settled her lovely dress and looked ready to climb the steps, Niv got quiet and watched with a happy little smile. The day was turning out to be spectacular.
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Robinoflocksley

Robin rode proudly with the Devon Navy to the Abbey, scanning the crowds as they went. He was surprised to see a fair number of faces he recognized from his time with the embassy. With a smile, he waved to Melanie and Applus from Scotland, Anne of Brittany, Vigfast from Sweden, Bartram from Finland, and Nissa of Hungary when he saw them, knowing they had come a long way to visit.

As the parade reached Westminster, the Lord Warden leaned over to kiss his wife's cheek, commenting just loud enough to be heard over the crowd, "I'll meet you after the wedding, love, and we can sit together for the coronation." With a smile, he dismounted, passing off the reins and went up to the steps to await the King and the other groomsmen. He watched as the King and then the county dragons arrived, approving of the Devon Dragon that arrived first. It was simple, but very well put together. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sudden display of acting with the Westmorland Dragon and the Princess. It was certainly interesting, though Robin wondered about the timing and symbolism behind the act. Straightening so he was standing comfortably, the Steward simply watched as the King and soon to be Queen approached for their ceremony, moving to take his place, offering a slight bow to the pair.
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Rowan_ashenheart

He'd marched along silently, reflecting on the procession path. Now, the parade was stopping, at the Abbey and it was time for the wedding. He was genuinely happy for the couple in this, but he felt he should go prepare for the coronation ceremony. He smiled briefly at Ame, waving to her and the children not far away from her, before slipping into the Abbey.
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Jessa.jane

Jessa was in shock at first and as she was helped out of the carriage almost fell flat on her face. She had no idea what was going on and due to spending her time studying as of late, and the little time left working spending time with her husband and recovering from a home fallen to flames, had not a clue of what was to and had just occurred with the Westmorland dragon. Was she the only bride's maid unaware?? That was something she was unsure of . However it was definitely not something she had in her wildest dreams expected for the day this day and with a gentle laugh and shake of her head knew that was one more thing she would never forget.

Having caught sight of one of the royal servants she quickly had two flasks brought to the bride to be . One consisted of a strong but pleasant tasting rum (couldn't have the the queen making a facial reaction to some poor tasting beverage) and one a smooth and delicate wine. Either way would provide some calming effect, one quite a bit stronger than the other, but only Aggnes would know which would be in need.

What she hadn't seen was the design of the flasks until it was too late, then again how could she have expected anything else.

M'lady a bit of a sip to clear your throat? then in a bit of a whisper and wink to Aggnes, one's wine , one's rum, so careful if you sip too much.

She had the strong urge for a sip herself but after the dragon skit she wanted to keep clear of mind for Jah only knew what else might happen.

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Raella

Raella watched dumbfounded as the hunky men ran off towards the Princess and the surprise Westmorland dragon. What were they doing?? Was this part of Sara's plan? Oh the humanity... the half-naked men were practically rubbing up against the royal couple at the very foot of the the sacred steps, glistening chests, strappy leather outfits and all.

Now the paper dragon had changed courses. It was "bloodied", riled up, and headed this way. Raella panicked. Had Aggnes sent it over to chastise the Sussex team for the indecent outfits? Her alarm turned to laughter when she saw their very own Sussex dragon hit on the Westmorland dragon. Calisa was one clever girl.

Raella sidled back towards the float and grabbed some of Kazzia's red taffies. As she people-watched and waited for the ceremony to begin, she busied her hands with the taffy and molded them into little hearts. She wasn't sure what people in England showered married couples with on their way out of the chapel, but the Westmorland dragon was definitely going to get pelted with red heart-shaped candies when all was said and done.
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Zeke_

Zeke wandered down the bustle of the streets at hand. Tis this madness to be found could drive any sane individual to insanity. Though , he himself had grown more accustomed to these things now a days without a doubt. He continued to weave his way through the crowds as he glanced down to the written note at hand. How in all of this bustle was he to find Alex? You would need banners raised high above just to alert someone to where you are."Bloody maddening this maze of people tis..."He grumbled lowly to himself as his hand eased its way down to his flask to release from its confines for a brief swig before replacing it back to where it belonged. He continued on his way in his search as he made sure to look to each passing individual incase she had slipped past his line of sight.

Finally , he caught sight of the familiar darkened locks and the voice that chimed through the growing loudness of the crowd. He felt himself chuckle heartily as the sight of Alex as he decided to venture forward quietly. He came to halt behind her whilst his arms came to close with ease around her waist as he lowered his head to draw mouth down against her ear in a hushed whisper."Well hello there , love... I must say ye are quite the hard one to find.." He grinned casually at that as he withdrew his mouth a bit only to come around to face her. He saw the lass beforehand by her side and gave a slight curt bow to the young woman."'Ello there lass , I don't believe we've met.. I'm Zeke Hunden and I can only assume ye are the always well talked of Elle?" He smiled warmly to the lass as his gaze flickered momentarily to his love and what constant happiness and beauty she brought with just her presence as he extended his hand out to grasp hers with lightened ease within his own. As he listened to the constant buzz draw closely around them.

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Airya.

When Georgio and the musicians left, Airya started to feel a bit lonely,
when a breeze came up, she felt a chill... Fergus came behind her
and slipped her blue cloak over her shoulders.

She smiled ... He and Cara too, were always looking after her.
She was close to the steps of the Abbey, and would have a good view of the wedding.

Daisydread

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Quit badgering my maid before she gets in my herb chest and you don't like the result.

Daisy fought to control the calculating smirk that teased at her lips. She spoke up a bit louder for the benefit of their traveling companions, “Hey gals, it seems we have a trickster in our midst!” There would certainly be some ingestion of herbs before the day was over, but not from Kazzia’s medicine chest. It did provide the perfect cover for her though, and Daisy would throw Katiya under the carriage in a heartbeat if it saved her skin.

She was only half paying attention to the dragon show, distracted by the appearance of several Hunky Sussex Dragon-masters. Playing it up for their attention, she put on her most dramatic swoon and damsel in distress voice, “Oooh, aye.. a dragon!… it’s… it’s… simply terrifying!…” She winked suggestively to the “knight” who stepped forward to assist her and leaned up to whisper in his ear. He blushed and stammered, “I didn’t realize chain mail had so many uses…” She just shrugged and grinned.
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Kazzia

Kazzia eyed Daisy as she stepped from the carriage. That one's up to something, she thought. Still, with care, and a helping hand she safely made it to the ground, not small feat in this outfit. The change in brightness caused her to blink momentarily until her eyes adjust, apparently a canopy made more of a difference than she knew. She blinked a time or two then dipped into a soft curtsy facing the direction of the King. She knew she'd have to repeat the process once she was stopped, but it beat trying to attempt it while climbing the stairs to the abbey. She glanced behind her for the other ladies exits, standing carefully so that the view was blocked partially should there be any difficulties disembarking from the carriage. With a plesant smile she watched to ensure Joli and Taarna made it down safely, their gowns were a different hem than hers and she didn't want them to tangle. With a smile she thanked her lucky stars Aertan had reminded her to wear flat shoes, not heeled ones. She wasn't sure she could quite manage being a picture of perfect grace in this dress, up those steps, in heeled shoes. She just was not that serene. Turning she cast her eyes over the crowd, ensuring no one was too close, no one looked off, and no one had a weapon aimed their way. She'd always watched, likely she always would.

Angelina_holifard

Ange snickered at her Sis and tried to compose herself as she stepped from the carriage...she looked over the crowd that had gathered to see their Father crowned as King...She grabbed Daisy’s hand and gave it a little squeeze as she grinned at her...You seem to find new suitors wherever we go. she said as they followed the other bridesmaids.
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Oliver_winslow

Oliver smiled as he watched the excitement of his grandchildren over the dragon floats. There was almost an argument between two cousins on which dragon looked the most fierce, but mothers quickly stepped in and ended the debate. He looked proudly at his daughters. He had expected Susanna and Julianna to be cold to each other, perhaps even hostile. But apparently the two sisters had came to an understanding of some sort. It was with some regret as he took one of his grandsons from Julianna, so she could get ready for the evening's events.

"I knew you have several pieces already planned," he said to his youngest child, "but I really think you should do your Pegasus poem. It's still an excellent piece, even after all these years."

Julianna chuckled and kissed his cheek. "If the crowd feels right, I'll do this," she promised.
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Lord_ruith

A broken wheel had caused Ruith's carriage to arrive late in the city, so the parade was already well underway by the time he arrived. The streets were crowded with well-wishers, both lining the way and following the procession. Eventually he managed to squeeze far enough ahead to reach the dragon floats, where across the road he spotted a face he recognised.

"Oliver," he greeted his new business partner with a wave, and then crossed the road to meet him. He extended his hand.

Looking around, he saw Julianna with another woman, presumably her sister, and several children. He smiled at her when Julianna caught his eye. Preoccupied with her part in the evening's events and seeing her family again, Ruith had not had much chance to see her in recent days. Instictively, he gave her a hug when she joined them.

"All set for this evening?" he asked.
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Jasmine rode along with the Army Commander followed by both forces. She was so proud of them. Her eyes kept moving ahead of the crowd and focused on the royal carriage. These events surely set her teeth on edge. She spotted the dragons and smiled as she saw each unique design. She liked the idea and the symbolism behind them.

She tried her best to relax but that was not a possibility as long as the King and his future Queen were in such a huge crowd. Then came out a cry snapping her attention towards the WML dragon that charged towards the Princess. Her hand automatically reached out for her sword but before she drew it and charged towards the artificial creature as her reflex urged her to, she remembered the Lady Chamberlain letter. She forced her hand to relax and let go of the hilt of her sword.

She giggled nervously and glanced at Dame Deema, "I guess it is a good thing lady Lavea let us know that the dragons will be performing and ...fighting. I am sure the ones in control have been searched and checked several times before being allowed this close to the King and Princess."

She giggled as she watched how the Princess handled the situation smartly and the symbolism behind it. It was true that a quill could be more lethal than a sword but not many people understood that. Many spout out words giving very little thought to how they land or where. She wondered if this little scene would help those people to reflect more in the future.
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Amerys

"There he is!" A smile broke across her face as she spotted Rowan near the front of the Abbey. She raised a hand to him, hearing at the same time a chorus of "hellos" directed at him from Maeve and Liam somewhere behind her. The children would not be attending the coronation, but Amerys had promised them an outing in the city later in the evening. The royal wedding on the steps of the great church though, would be an event to remember in itself.

Just how much of an event she hadn't realized...
Already tense from the crowds, noise, flying candy and a dozen other (from a horse's point of view) unnatural things, Restless, from the corner of his eye, caught glimpse of a HUGE flapping beast bearing down from the rear. And, as any sensible horse might do, he got out of it's way. In a leap worthy of legend he made one giant plunge away from the monster before wheeling about, snorting and pawing, to face it.
His rider, somehow, just barely managed to keep her seat through this acrobatic stunt, and, by the time her horse stopped moving, had one hand over her shoulder gripping the hilt of the sword slung across her back.
Realization came immediately as the staged performance continued and, somewhat sheepishly, Amerys released the sword, kicked free of the stirrups and slid off her mount. For a moment she simply leaned against him as her own jangled nerves steadied. "Jah's teeth..." she muttered. With a single deep breath, she just shook her head and handed Restless off to one of the stable boys there for the purpose.

Then, hurriedly collecting herself, she took up position a short distance from Princess Aggnes as the ceremony got under way.
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Aggnes.holifard

Jessa.jane wrote:

Having caught sight of one of the royal servants she quickly had two flasks brought to the bride to be . One consisted of a strong but pleasant tasting rum (couldn't have the the queen making a facial reaction to some poor tasting beverage) and one a smooth and delicate wine. Either way would provide some calming effect, one quite a bit stronger than the other, but only Aggnes would know which would be in need.

What she hadn't seen was the design of the flasks until it was too late, then again how could she have expected anything else.

M'lady a bit of a sip to clear your throat? then in a bit of a whisper and wink to Aggnes, one's wine , one's rum, so careful if you sip too much.

She had the strong urge for a sip herself but after the dragon skit she wanted to keep clear of mind for Jah only knew what else might happen.

She looked at the flasks and laughed. "Clever, and appropriate. A drop of wine would clear the dust from my throat, thanks - can't have a coughing fit while taking my vows."
She took a quick sip, and returned the flask.
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Eumelia

Finally they were there at the immense cathedral of Westminster. Eumelia was happy that the parade was now over and she was looking forward to the ceremonies.

She was amazed to see the "fight" between Princess and the Westmorland dragon. She liked the unique idea of the "Red Pen of the Doom" especially when the white body of the dragon turned red... Eumelia burst into applause when the display finished.

She packed the flag of the Templars and put it away in her saddle bag - after all she couldn't go in the church with a standard in her hand - then quickly put on her baroness tiara and moved closer to the gate and tried to find a suitable place to track the events.
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A.rose

Ach, people were pushing past them and heading in both directions it seemed, always in a hurry, even as they tried to get closer to the Abbey and trying to get Merthyns attention. Suddenly there were arms about her, and she startled a moment at first till that oh so familiar and warm voice came with near her ear. Then a smile crept upon her face. "Ah!" She exclaimed before giving a little half turn, and a full on smile to Zeke. "My dearest, you shouldn't sneak up on a lady, never know if will strike first or not." She was teasing him a bit though with a light laugh.

Quickly she glanced tween him and Ellie for a moment before giving a brief nod and realizing that perhaps she should introduce them.. "Aye this is Ellie one of my dearest friends. Ellie.." A bit more of a smile for a moment before she continued. "This be Zeke, the mysterious fella I wrote you bout, oh! we are almost late!" She laughed merrily at the thought of that, although there was still people milling about and chattering, at least so it seemed, but she could see the King and Queen ahead talking and surrounded and realized that it with a quick smile as her other hand found Zekes and with one of them on each side then she started leading the way more towards those lovely seats that would let them see the ceremony.
"I still cannot believe that Cullan is getting married." She shook her head realizing it was that part that was more startling then the fact that he was about to be crowned King. Although it wasn't that surprising if really thought about it.
She gave a smile over at Zeke as well as she leaned to speak quietly to him, "I be glad you came and were able to find us. Hopefully wasn't too horribly difficult." She beamed at him happily while getting herself situated in the chair and ready to pay attention to the ceremony that was about to begin.
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Emrys_ambrose

Emrys caught up with the parade and stopped at the abbey. His dismount was quick and he surveyed the entrance just as he handed his reins to a royal footman. While he wore the colors of the Royal Guard and the Prince's Own, there was a prominent pin on his collar that displayed the arms of the Knights of the Realms of England.

It was times like this that he could appreciate James' stature. The man was very easy to spot in a crowd. He was also scanning the faces for another. He had arranged to meet with Sir Robert before entering the venue. He was also certain that it would not take long. Meanwhile, he moved off to the side so he would not impede the guests.
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Amethise

Tahsa wrote:

"Perhaps we may see each other again after the ceremony," Amethise smiled, "but if not, no doubt we shall meet back home. Thank you again for everything, Tahsa. I hope you find your friend, and enjoy the day!" She smiled and waved to Tahsa as she left, then, after a final brief exchange to confirm arrangements with their wagon driver and dragon wrangler, turned towards the Abbey herself.

She had heard that the Royal Wedding was to take place on the steps, so she wove her way steadily through the throng of onlookers, some of whom had pressed in closer for a better look at the dragons. As she reached what she considered a suitable vantage point to watch the wedding, a great rumpus broke out and she turned to look, gasping in surprise as a white dragon reared up at the very end of the parade. She had surmised that she had been unable to see three dragons up ahead, because their own float was positioned so far back in the parade, but it appeared that the fourth dragon had been designed to bring up the rear, after all! She stood transfixed, observing the artful piece of theatre with great amusement; it played out superbly, to well-deserved acclaim from the crowd.

When the spectacle came to an end, Amethise composed herself to watch quietly, as the Princess readied herself to approach the Abbey.
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Time Turner: 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.

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Taarna

"Well ladies," began Taarna, "Are we all settled after that lovely excitement?" She looked around. It seemed as if everyone was starting to calm down a bit. Smiles were beginning to replace confusion and fright, and outright laughs at moments could be heard.

"Princess," murmured Taarna to Aggnes, "are you ready? I'm sure that Kazzia has more fortification for you if needed. But I do believe that your groom is waiting, and it is time to start your walk down the aisle."

As the Princess nodded yes, Taarna said, "Last minute preparations, ladies!" Everyone surrounded Princess Aggnes and adjusted things here and there, making sure that everything was perfect and in place.

She then looked out in the crowd for her group of singers. They had been faithfully waiting at the abbey - no easy feat - and were ready to play the bride up the aisle.

Taarna signaled to them to begin their song, and as the strains of the beautiful song began, all the women held their heads up high and began the walk up the abbey steps to the waiting King.
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Juliannabariman

Lord_ruith wrote:

Looking around, he saw Julianna with another woman, presumably her sister, and several children. He smiled at her when Julianna caught his eye. Preoccupied with her part in the evening's events and seeing her family again, Ruith had not had much chance to see her in recent days. Instictively, he gave her a hug when she joined them.

"All set for this evening?" he asked.

Julianna hugged Ruith back. She had been getting a little worried for him. "I think so," she answered. "Dad has given me one of my mother's beaded shawls to wear with our dress. I hope things in Hayton get smoother after this year's harvest, though. I would love to make another dress when we're not so busy. Did you have a good journey?"
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Aggnes.holifard

The song really was lovely, and Aggnes took it as a hint. "My bonnie lass, she smileth". She wasn't a "lass", she doubted if "bonnie" was an accurate description, but she could do smiling, especially when she remembered Cullan's face when he saw the dragon. At the moment, behind her bevy of bridesmaids, she couldn't see him at all, but as the ladies and their dresses parted at the top of the steps, forming up on either side, she got a closer view than she had before. Her lips compressed slightly, and her progress up the last few steps speeded up.
"Let me guess," she said to him as she reached the top, quietly enough that while the main crowd couldn't hear her, those closer undoubtedly could. "You decided to stand in that chariot for the whole parade, right? And you haven't drunk the flask Lark gave you."
She turned to Alex without waiting for an answer. "Bishop ap Meurig, as far as I'm aware the tenets of AWESOME do not require the groom to remain standing for the wedding ceremony, correct?" She didn't wait for an answer to that, either. There were plenty of groomsmen standing around, and she didn't care which of them obeyed her order, as long as it happened.
"A chair for His Majesty, now if not sooner."
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Aleksander75

Aleks knew he was in trouble. Aggnes had called him "Bishop ap Meurig". That meant only one thing-he was in trouble. "Jones. Jones!"

Parson Jones came over. Aleks instructed him to get the King a chair and two minutes later, he returned from the Abbey, two chairs in hand and placed them in front of the Bishop. "Ychwanegol ar gyfer y Dywysoges"* Jones said.

Aleks nodded to Jones as he took his place again behind the Bishop, who motioned to the King and Princess to sit.

*An extra for the Princess

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Pagan

Pagan returned from her excursion to the ale and pastry shops, fully satiated and brimming with smug confidence, sound as... rocks! She had filled her stomach with food and three mugs of ale and the flask in her breast pocket with something a shabby individual in a shady alley had peddled as 'real Irish whiskey'. Pagan had her doubts about it, being an expert on what real Irish whiskey looked and smelled like, but at least the poison was proof - she had made sure of that. For exactly these kinds of situations Pagan always carried a small container of gunpowder with her. Before she allowed the peddler to take her money in exchange of filling the flask she had doused some of the gunpowder with the stuff and ignited it to test it wasn't watered down. That was way more important for Pagan than the authenticity or taste of it, and should it make her blind - hey! - what's life without a little adventure? Going blind was simply a hazard of the trade. Being a drunkard was a lot like being a sun-gazer, only way more fun.

What a fantastic life! And what a beautiful day! As far as days go, Pagan rated this one a luvvy-wuvvy! A wushy-tushy! Dee do did did do did did doo, de de do did did do did did doo...

Pagan joined the crowd gathered outside the abbey, pushing herself through to get a better view of what was going on inside.
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Aleksander75

Aleks turned to Parson Jones, who come up beside him after getting the chairs and held the service book open for him. Aleks lifted his hands, palms facing outward, so that they face the gathered people and began.

"In the name of Jah and the Convocation of the Aristotelian Westmorland Eclectic Synod of Missionary Evangelists I greet you and all those gathered here this day. Although the service may begin with a piece of music, I think we've had enough music and excitement with this wonderful parade and entrance of the bride and her party." He smiled and paused. Facing the crowds, he continued.

"These persons have come together, in our sight and in the sight of Jah to declare their joining together in holy matrimony. If there is any person who knows of any reason that these two should not be joined, speak now or stay forever silent."

He motioned for the witness to come forward and stand behind the bride and groom.
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Noodle

The parade was fantastic and Noodle enjoyed it greatly, despite the masses of people and potential threats all around. He dropped his guard and the parade proved to be an event of spectacle and not endurance. All of the dragons from the different counties were impressive feats. The Sussexian neck-scarf made Noodle laugh out loud - Tis Brilliant!.

The momentum swung to the abbey and music swelled. Noodle felt a slight tingle down the back of his neck went entering the presence of Jah. Not quite a sting. He looked up and gave a polite nod of the head. Noodle was happy to see the Aleks wave him forward.

When stood behind the bride and groom, Noodle straightened his back and held a constant, uncomfortable smile in his cheeks.
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Taliesin1017

Tali pulled the Devon dragon off to the side as he was instructed, having finished his song once more and untying the rope once the float was stationary. Turning, he reached up to help Hazel climb back out of the dragon's mouth so they could watch the wedding.

He had scarcely helped her feet touch the ground again when he heard the commotion, and whirled to see the dragon attack. Blue eyes widened as he watched the Princess vanquish the dragon, and he clapped and cheered with the rest. Turning to Hazel with a wide, sunny grin, he exclaimed, "This is amazing, Hazel!"

The song caught his attention and he turned to listen to the beautiful song. It was something he'd not heard before, and he closed his eyes while the group sang, to listen intently and remember the tune for later.
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Cullan

His nerves and stomach were already shot. With her little 'spectacle', though, his temper was growing in full order. Cullan's jaw was already tight, but he held his tongue.

The dress was beautiful - far better than he could imagine. He owed Jasmine more than he knew. Well. He was King...He could probably rustle up something or another.

He smiled amicably to Aggnes...she could be chided later. It was her wedding, too - he didn't want to ruin it. Apparently she couldn't show the same consideration.

"Good day ta ya too..." he growled softly, gritting his teeth. She ignored him, though, and instead began ordering. That was the last straw. His nostrils flared as he tried to keep his voice steady. "woman..."He growled, then glared at Aleks, who called some type of order in his shepherd's gibberish. He'd had enough. "I swear..." his voice shook, but he kept it low, so as not to be overheard. "if either 'a ya want ta keep yer heads fer yer weddings, ye'll keep th' damned chairs out 'it!"

He was King, damn it. He would not attend his own coronation as an invalid. He needed to inspire confidence, not pity. He shot a glare to Aggnes, his eyes hard, his voice cold. "unlike some, I'll have taste an' decorum fer my coronation."
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Lark

She settled into a waiting pose more military than ladylike, despite her dress, and close enough to catch the glares, if not the meat of the whispers. When the wouldbe couple began to bicker over chairs, she rolled her eyes.

Images of extra large buckets fled through her mind, but she smothered most of it, only muttering, "For pity's sake everyone knows you're a proud and stubborn fool. You don't have to prove it in public. Either sit down, or finish that flask. Or both. It's not like your cane's invisible."
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Aggnes.holifard

Cullan wrote:

He was King, damn it. He would not attend his own coronation as an invalid. He needed to inspire confidence, not pity. He shot a glare to Aggnes, his eyes hard, his voice cold. "unlike some, I'll have taste an' decorum fer my coronation."

She kept her voice quiet, but just as cold as his. "You will, if you can still stand up for it. No choice of a chair, there. My wedding gets second priority, and I at least realise it."
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Alunbier

It had been a terrifying journey down to London with Tahsa, in the highly expensive carriage that Alun had managed to hire. The driver being anything but trustworthy. He had declared after the outset of the journey that his previously stated charges were for the carriage only, and that he wanted paying personally as well, and by the hour.
This had resulted in him continuously slowing down to expand his final bill. It wasn't long before Alun had realized his cheating ploy and had given the man a nasty earache, bellowing into his ear to get a move on or else.

After finally arriving, Tahsa had been the first to jump off the carriage, hastily leaving to join the others with the dragon from Mercia, and had arranged to meet Alun at the steps of Westminster abbey later. He had stood and watched the wonderful procession, the different county dragons were indeed a spectacle.
He eventually ended up at Westminster just in time to see the royal cortege off into the distance, and the royal guard escorting them with all the regalia fitting for such an occasion.

Alun stood on the topmost step now eagerly craning his neck looking for Tahsa. His heart was beating with anxiety in case he should miss her, but then spared, he spotted her in her gorgeous red gown, her hair flaring out behind her in the breeze as she seemed to be doing the same worrying, looking about her as she moved.

Tahsa!!! I'm here darling. He shouted, frantically waving his arms about like a windmill.
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Drestakil

It was Cornish...and Kristin. How long had it been since he'd seen either one? A party...he couldn't remember when or for what, but that had been the last time. And he had told Cornish that soon he would be down for a visit in Salisbury.

He walked up to them and took Cornish's hand, giving it a good shake, "How are you, Old Friend. It's been a while." He took Kristin's hand and bowed over it, "Your Lady is looking lovelier than ever. I sometimes wonder just what it is about you that keeps her with you," Drest said, chuckling.

Drest looked at the crowd and spotted a clock, "Looks like it's time. We probably should find seats inside. Do you mind if I sit with the two of you?"
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Galrador

Taking back the flaks he had handed to the King, he shook it a little to feel if there was still anything left. He noticed the King had taken a few goods sips from the whisky, though there was still some left. He hoped the strong liquor would keep the King going, at least for a while again. Placing the flask back on his belt, he suddenly looked up as he heard a lot of turmoil in front the of the Abbey. Seeying the Westmorland dragon attack the Queen and her entourage, he was startled at first, but couldn't surpress a faint smile after a bit. He had to admit, it was a nice touch and it sure looked great for the crowd.

As the dragon was defeated, he watched as the Queen went up the stairs. What happened next however, was something he didn't expect. If he didn't know any better he thought the King and Queen we're actually arguing at their own wedding. Not sure what to make of it, he just silently stood to the side of the King, keeping up apperances with a faint smile on his face.
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Corsaira

Saira, conscious of her role as the princess' aide in this, was standing behind Aggnes but close enough to be able to whisper loud enough for groom to hear, her back to the crowd who would therefore not know she spoke.

"What do ye think will look less regal, Majesty? Ye both taking a seat for the boring bits, or ye passing out of pain and falling backwards down these steps to crack yer head open at the foot? Yer bride cares for yer health, comfort and safety, and ye care for yer pride over being sensible. Ye are to be King. Ye belong to England and must take care of her possession. Don't make me have to catch ye...ye look heavy."
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia couldn't help but smile at Cullan's face as they parted. She knew that look, it was barely concealed shock, but when the two began to fuss over chair she bit the inside of her cheek and tucked her hand into her skirts. For Jah's sake, she thought. They've got to learn to argue while smiling sweetly. It'll save them much trouble. She wished the King knew that the chair made him look like he had more sense, not that he was weak. For England needed badly common sense, Jah knew she had enough soldiers. She herself could wield her weapons if it came to that, but to keep a sensible head and lead was much rarer a trait. She, herself, would have handled this a bit differently, but then she'd learned quickly with her brothers, sometimes you had to play your cards carefully. She'd have simply said the gown was heavy, the day was warm and could they sit, for if not she was afraid she'd embarrass herself and faint or some silly thing. No man had ever argued with making a lady feel safer. It was something in the training of chivalry they learned. Even the most arguable of men would run for a chair, and if she requested sit beside her so she didn't feel foolish. She was not above looking foolish to save a friends pain. Still it was hard game to play, but when you are not imposing you had to learn other ways to gain what you needed. Skillful acting was a hard trait to pull off, and using it rare enough not to be caught was harder. Still, common sense prevailed often and though it's holding was rare it wasn't unheard of. She knew some who held it, she hoped Cullan would be one. Still it was not her place to say anything and she held her tongue. She could understand him wanting to stand, it just broke her heart to think of someone in pain, enduring it for public opinion, too often that changed with the wind. She bowed her head slightly and said a prayer for the couple, looking to Taarna when she was done with a smile. If nothing else this would be an eventful reign.
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Aleksander75

The King and Aggnes had been talking while Parson Jones got the chairs. They continued talking during the greeting and silence. He leaned in closer to speak with them.
"Excuse me, Your Majesty and Your Highness, but I'd be much obliged if you could make up your minds as to whether or not you wished to stand or sit for the ceremony."

He motioned to Parson Jones to do something to fill the silence as they made up their minds. The Parson got the message and got some of the choir to sing a new piece that some London composer had just recently published. Aleks hoped that it would fill the time, enough for them to sit or stand.
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Daisydread

Daisy chuckled softly witnessing the battle of wills before her. They made an amusing couple, that’s for sure. She shifted a bit impatiently as Corsaira stepped forward. Smiling charmingly for the crowds, Daisy tried to murmur discreetly, “Well, the King does have some fine, strapping groomsmen should he require assistance during the proceedings…” Her gaze lingered a bit too long over the gentlemen as she contemplated whether or not their duties extended to the Princess’s maids.
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Cullan

"I said..." he growled softly "no chair." Cullan turned to glare at the parson. Hopefully he would get the gist."th' King 'a England can stand, no matter what his need." he grunted, doing his best to keep his features calm. Nodding his head toward the doors of the Abbey, he huffed "I'll sit soon enough..." He would not show weakness. He could not be an old man, not when he was about to be married. The priests called pride a sin, but sometimes it was all a man had. He took a deep breath, doing his best to smile "Bishop. Please continue, before I decide ta continue th' coronation alone."
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Corsaira

Saira nodded. If he thought he could stand for it he should stand. He knew his own body best. But she discreetly readied herself for the catch, just in case.
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Aggnes.holifard

Her voice stayed quiet, even now: there was no hiding that something was being said, but no need to let the audience know what. "Right. His Majesty has been given needful advice, his Majesty has chosen to ignore it, and we will just have to work around the consequences."
She thought back to when Darien had done something similar - at least this was a failing due to strength and pride, not weakness and dishonour.
"Let's get this over with, and drink what's in Lark's flask! Nobody's going to think twice about you drinking what they think is whisky."
She took his arm, in a position that might have looked as if he was supporting her, but was in fact the exact opposite. Kazzia had been right, this was going to be a long day, but if she could stay at the helm of a ship in a gale for forty-eight hours, she could do this.
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Joels.joe

Joels rides beside the carriage the whole time. It can be as groomsman or Knight of the Crown or both or neither. Simply he is a Knight and the sense of security and protection is engraved in him like that dragon on the goblet from earlier.
He follows the King inside the Abbey after the little display with the dragon outside. He takes his position and waits for any call for assistance or a task to be given to him.
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Aleksander75

Aleks nodded to Parson Jones, who once again took the chairs back inside the Abbey and come out, thankfully just as the music was ending. He had wished that they had been able to practice the wedding, but it was too late to look back and wish things were different.

"Cullan Holifard, do you wish to enter marriage with this person?" He motioned to Aggnes with a slight head nod.
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Cornishbluebird

Drestakil wrote:

*It had been years, i was drinking my Ale, watching in amusement as some White Dragon was mimicking an attack on the new queen...

i took Dres's hand and shook it back just as good*

"My old friend, it has indeed been a while"

*Seeing Dres look at the clock, i agreed we should make our way into the Abbey and find some seats for the three of us to sit upon*

"Here Dres, have a tankard of Ale i always carry a spare tankard you know me"

*I poured another ale out into the tankard, then bending over i picked up the barrel and took it into the Abbey*
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Cullan

Cullan smiled haughtily. If he could dance, he would have, but the woman gripped his arm too tightly. Either way, she listened, and that was an accomplishment. He nodded to the Bishop's question. Speaking loudly "Aye, I do."

the wording was a little odd. Then again, the Cakists were a little odd. He found it difficult to apply the label of 'person' to this particular demon descended from the moon.
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Tahsa

Alunbier wrote:

Trying to find anyone in particular in this sea of people was hopeless she thought. She looked around and didn't see Alun. Standing there in the sun, she fanned her face with her hand and pulled a bit at the top of the bodice. She was very uncomfortable and to make matters worse the knee high men's boots were not exactly the best choice to walk in she discovered. After a few minutes she saw in the distance,an arm waving in the air. She started walking towards the person and reached out and touched the arm Alun! No my Lady said the voice as it turned about. Tahsa's face grew red with heat as she apologized for her mistake. Walking away to get closer to the Abbey was a chore, the street and walkways littered with people pushing closer to see the royal couple.

She was sure her face was as red as her broadcloth dress was. Tahsa was also sure she couldn't breath, just way too many people for her comfort. A long glance up at the top showed a man waving his arms frantically. Walking faster, while she pulled at the top of her bodice and waving her hand in front of her face. Alun, tis good to find you, I was so afraid we had gotten lost from each other today. She fanned at her face and began to feel a bit light headed. Do you think there is somewhere to sit? We aren't late are we? She fanned at herself a bit quicker now. Oh jah, do you have some drink? The parade was much longer and hotter than I would have thought. What she wouldn't do with a cup of rosemary tea at this time. She leaned on Alun hoping to catch her breath and perhaps not feel so faint.
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Aleksander75

Aleks leaned once more towards the couple and whispered, "I know the wording is strange, but just go along with it." He continued.

"And do you um...Lady Aggnes, wish to enter marriage with this person?" He nodded to Cullan in the same manner as he had done to Aggnes just seconds before.
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Aggnes.holifard

"Considering that I just fought off a dragon to get to him - yes, I do."
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Aleksander75

Aleks tried to hide a giggle, to some success. After regaining his composure, he spoke.

"Do you two declare that you will remain faithful, and will support, love, guide and advise one another? "
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Melanie_bolton

Kalens wrote:

Shall you accompany us to at least watch the wedding before the coronation? You should come too Lord Applus.

She watched the ceremony with both men in silence. As perfect as every other wedding she has ever been to. It will never be hers since she gave up on love.

Jamesthemad

Our large friend had been watching the spectacle of the "dragons" with growing irritability. He knew that if there had not been all the noise going on, the grinding of his teeth would very likely have been clearly audible to all present. As he watched all around, trying to see as much as he could, he had noticed Amerys' mount recoil and shy hard. On seeing that lady control her mount while reaching over one shoulder for the hilt of her blade, our large neighbor had unconsciously reached for his own. Then our neighbor realized that the action which had caused it was part of the ongoing spectacle. Slapping the hand's breadth of steel that he had bared back into its home, James had huffed a sharp breath through his nose. He could hardly wait for this bit to be over. Too many people, entirely too close, and far too much noise for his liking, this was. The young Captain understood the desire to provide a grand show. He really did. Nevertheless, he would be far happier once this part was done.

Looking round once more, he thought he saw Sir Emrys, and sent a discreet nod of greeting in that direction; though he had no idea whether that worthy had seen it. Then the wedding vows had begun, with little fanfare. At this, James tried to settle himself and pay attention. He still could barely hear over the ringing in his ears from all the crowd noise, but he was trying. Though his face might have looked serene, and his posture relaxed; our large friend could not hide his now-flinty eyes, nor the tight set of his hands at his sides.

Privately, in his own mind, our young neighbor decided to get falling-down-crawling-in-the-gutter drunk when this was over.
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Lee

Lee enters in the abbey silently and joins crowd in the back without disturbing a anyone.
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Jessa.jane

Jessa stood, back straight, neck high, and listened, the smile upon her face frozen, though confusion swirled inside. She wasn't going to guess what was happening between the bride and groom but it was defiantly different from her recent wedding months back.

She knew appearances meant a lot and saw to it she showed only the proper appearance yet noticed at least one grooms man as confused as she , but he too seemed to have covered it quickly. She realized then to expect the unexpected and she just lightly touched her arm to verify that the one flask of wine she kept after the bride sipped, was safely tucked in the pouch hidden in her sleeve of the sdress. She had a feeling it might really be needed by the time the wedding ceremony was complete.

She tried to focus on the ceremony and listening for requests from the bride, hoping beyond hope for the best as the wedding continued.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia snorted snorted as she listened to the priest begin the vows, as it was she managed to cover it as a delicate sniff and lifted her handkerchief to her eyes to dab. This Person? And pointed? Somehow she'd expected something a bit different, more flowery perhaps. Still she straightened her shoulders as though pulling together and held her head high, watching the other ladies carefully, especially Joli, she looked so delicate, Kaz didn't want her to have any problems. She took a soft breath feeling the reassuring presence of the sheaths of some of her knives move against her skin. She smiled as the poor Parson took the chair back away and smiled. The crowd, luckily, could have never heard anything, so all it looked like was the couple setting the ceremony, for which, all of England, had turned out. A slight wind ruffled her curls and she smiled, it seemed fortune would smile upon them and they'd have a most pleasant temperature for the ceremony. She relaxed her shoulders but for a moment, the long thin blade hidden between them allowed for nothing more, thankfully she'd always had good posture, and as of yet, no one had ever called her out on the blade, for today, it might be best, she concealed it until she could hand it off to Ame or Captain James. She smiled and turned her face slightly to catch the breeze, watching the treetops she could see to ensure it would not be too strong for the ladies skirts, she didn't think to ask if everyone knew the trick of weighting their skirts down with stones. Hers wouldn't' go up in a gale, but some of the others looked delicate.
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Cullan

Aleksander75 wrote:

Aleks tried to hide a giggle, to some success. After regaining his composure, he spoke.

"Do you two declare that you will remain faithful, and will support, love, guide and advise one another? "

Cullan prepared himself for the drolling on of wedding ceremonies. He could remember how boring his first had been. Swore he'd never do it again because of it. He was surprised, then, when the man looked at him expecting an answer after barely a sentence. "wait..." He muttered, looking at Aggnes, and then the Bishop. " 'ere's th' bit on 'obey'...I didn't hear ya include tha' part."
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Aggnes.holifard

She sighed - hadn't he read the small print? An explanatory mutter in return, then. "It doesn't, and it had better not, but it does include something about staying faithful. Repeat the parts you actually intend to follow, I'd suggest. An oath is an oath."

She lifted her voice to be generally audible, following her own advice as she did so. "I declare that I will remain faithful, and will support, love, guide, advise and defend him."
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Cullan

"Obey..." Cullan muttered to insert in get recitation. "women obey th' husband. 'At's th' natural order..." he looked out of the corner of his eye between them, where the hunky Sussex dragon guards had lined up in all their glory. One was entirely smooth but for his eyebrows, his well muscled chest shining from the oil that had been applied. He chewed his lip, thinking of how badly his leg needed a massage, and what that young strapping lad could do to ease the tension in his - he cleared his throat, muttering to her. "touché." he swallowed, then spoke louder "Aye. I'll support, love, guide and advise 'er...an' all 'at."
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Corsaira

Saira was closer than most to the royal couple and could hear what was going on. While she was quite impressed that they were amending their vows, which at least indicated a will to keep them rather than just pay lip service to one another, she had noticed the King's distraction. She gave a little cough, partly to remind him that his Heir's bondswoman stood behind him with a very sharp cutlass, and to remind him what she'd sworn not long ago in a pub about what she would do to his family jewels if he abused Aggnes in any way. King or no King.

She rolled her eyes at Aleks over the royal shoulders. Theirs was a simple church, and they hadn't expected this to get... complicated.
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Aleksander75

Aleks whispered to the two, "Good. Glad we got that settled." Out of the corner of his mouth he mumbled "Rydym eisoes wedi cael digon cyffro am un diwrnod"* to Parson JOnes, who chuckled. As the Parson laughed, Aleks asked couple.

"Do the couple have rings they wish to exchange? If so, please exchange them now."

*We've already had enough excitement for one day

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Vigfast

Vigfast had sneaked into the backyard with their own well to wash the ale from his hair and make the best of it ... his old captain's coat had a new owner who would certainly smell better than he did before, the old beggar had seen very pleased ... his thoughts grind still above the symbolism of the ice dragon from Westmorland was it an domestic political marker. He did not know anything about any such event maybe it was just a warning. But he felt some uneasiness about the whole .. the dragon was of course also a symbol of the old faith. Was it then a Jahhaddistic complaint against such ideas and customs. the future queen had in and of itself killed, or at least hurt the dragon through the wave making with something small a wand or similar ... The dragon came in from the north, it can be of any importance. He himself had seen a couple of ice dragons far up along the Norwegian coast and sure they could be troublesome ...
The ceremony was already underway when he came back to the others.
He noted the splendid presentation of the bridal couple, priests and escorts in the top of the stairs. He wondered, however, still why lot of people sneaked in behind the ceremony and into the monastery ... Magnificent isent it, my lady. He whispered in the ear of Lynx
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Taarna

Taarna stood behind the Princess and King, watching them exchange their...well, quite unique vows. Oh, dear. There was definitely some interesting staring going on between the bride and the groom, and she hoped at this point that things would not get too heated. Obey? Really? Well, it was in the literature of the church...but my goodness, didn't men know by now that most women had minds of their own and knew how to think...in fact sometimes better than them? Well, she couldn't ever say that to anyone's face, to be certain. But right now she was worried about the two people in front of her just getting through the ceremony.

Rings...oh dear. She wondered what they would look like. Most likely it would be gold, given their status. But more importantly, would the bride wear her ring on the right hand, denoting power, authority and independence; or would would she wear her ring on the left hand, signifying submission and subjugation to her husband?

And who would notice?
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A.rose

She barely had time to relax and already there was the exchanging of the vows already? She was jealous! This was the fastest wedding she'd ever attended... even if it seemed to have an awkward start, granted she hadn't a clue what that was about, perhaps it was silent contemplation time, or whatever they have it called with this church. She relaxed a bit watching the service, having hoped to have made it into a bit of a drinking game, but it seemed that would have to wait for the coronation after all.
She checked to make sure she had a flask on her, and pondered where Elsy was, maybe she was still guarding the baby dragon from anyone who would dare cut into the cake before it was time. Shifting in her seat she kept quiet, wanting to see if anything else was going to happen. So far this had been quite amusing and she was pleased to be attending.
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Amethise

Amethise was delighted to see Galrador amongst the groomsmen, and made a mental note to congratulate him later, should a suitable opportunity arise.

She was standing too far away to discern the cause, but some sort of… earnest exchange, for want of a more accurate description… seemed to take place between the betrothed pair at the start of the wedding ceremony. The service itself, once it got under way, was simple and unlike any she had previously witnessed. She continued to pay close attention, feeling privileged to be present on such a momentous occasion.
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Demdyke

"It's alright for some." Demdyke muttered. "Some of us got breakfast instead of being thrown out of the bridesmaids' house, and some of us got to stand at the front of the dragon and see what was going on."

"Look on the bright side," said one of the bystanders, "when everyone calls themselves after their part in the ceremony, such as Chancellor or Priest, I am going to be known as boring Charlie Clerk, but you have a truly unique name."

"Yes," said the newly named Demdyke Dragonsarse,"aren't I the lucky one?"

Cullan

"Ah. Rings...aye..." Cullan slid his thumb under his sleeve, hooking it around a ribbon tied there. He'd done it the day before, because he was afraid of losing something so small in the constant hustle Kingship required. He'd had the pair cast from the last of the hoard he'd found on his land. The goldsmith had done a fantastic job, considering all he had to work on was 'matching wedding rings. Something about love on it...and make it good, the King is going to wear it.'

On the external face it reads 'mon cuer entier' (my whole heart) and on the interior 'mon est desr' (is my desire). Between each phrase was a small flower and leaves. An incredible feat of art, in his opinion. Cullan moved his cane to the hand that held Aggnes', then reached across her for her hand. He slid the ring on her left ring finger. It was said that finger lead right to the heart...but Cullan doubted his future - no, current - wife had one.

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Zywiec

"At last"

Zywiec breathes a sigh of relief as Father Kiane and Lady Irish come into her view. With all of that dragon excitement, and Ranger ready to take down the whole thing in defense of the new queen, Zywiec had feared they might not reach the Abbey steps and the wedding at all. A stable boy had been expecting her, and had taken the reins from her hands the moment her feet touched the ground. With Ranger leading the way through the throng, they reach her friends in time for the ring exchange.

"Praise Jah Ranger is smart enough to realize the difference between a paper dragon and a true threat."

Her whispered words are heard by her own ears only, as she steps in between Irish and Kiane. With a quick smile, she gives Irish a brief hug and touches Kiane's arm to let him know she is at his side. The young lad sitting on Kiane's shoulders is so enthralled with it all, she does not make any attempt to distract him.

Aggnes.holifard

Rings? She hadn't even thought of that. With all the rest of the paraphernalia, yet more ornamentation seemed superfluous. But as she raised her newly-decorated left hand to look at it, she realised that he'd slipped something else into the palm, as well. She transferred it to the right, as she looked at the lovely, and rather simple, little ring.
"Thank you," she said quietly. Love phrases, and flowers? Why? He'd been approaching this as a business deal, mostly....
The object she was now holding in her right hand was, of course, a similar ring in a slightly larger size. She reached over, put it on his left ring finger, and somehow forgot to let go. Daft sentimental old git... but he wasn't daft, not at all, and she was missing something here, something important.
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Jessa.jane

In a voice she hadn't realizes she used soft but clear to those close the words You too?slipped out from Jessa's lips. When it occurred to her she said it out loud she quickly made a soft cough to cover her embarrassment. Was that the first thought EVERY man had of the wedding vows? Careful not to speak out loud she mused to herself the words King Cullan had spoke.

Cullan wrote:

"wait..." He muttered, looking at Aggnes, and then the Bishop. " 'ere's th' bit on 'obey'...I didn't hear ya include tha' part."

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"Obey..." Cullan muttered to insert in get recitation. "women obey th' husband. 'At's th' natural order..."

How many times since their wedding had Edward asked her about that same phrase or commented "You promised to obey". How many times she had to point out that King Darien had not spoke of such as he performed their ceremony back 5 months ago, and how many times her husband would say it was implied or that she just wasn't listening or had forgotten. She made a mental note to tell the bride later if she needed a witness that "Obey" was NOT part of the ceremony, that even though Cullan was king she would gladly step forward for the queen as witness. However, as she thought of her husband her smile warmed for the times they discussed such. For even without those words she would do anything he heart-fully asked of her. And she honestly enjoyed the fun banter between them. Still a little friendly offer to Aggnes could never hurt.

She was pulled shortly from her thoughts when the sun reflected off of the ring , into her eyes. It was beautiful. If there was one thing to be said about their king he hard remarkably good taste.
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Breena

From her vantage point on the bench by the Abbey stairs Bree could tell there were some tense moments being had, but not quite what the tense moments entailed. Some of the bridesmaids seemed to be trying to hold back laughter and the clergyman actually looked like he was going to giggle. On top of everything the ceremony was going incredibly fast. She had expected the ceremony to go on forever. She idly wondered if the Coronation would be as fast when she spotted Galrador with the groomsman, looking very handsome. She hoped to see him later to say hello.

Perusing the crowd as the ceremony continued she spotted several familiar faces but everyone seemed to have formed groups of friends. She turned her attention back to the wedding, still amazed at her good fortune to be able to witness not only a coronation but a royal wedding as well.
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Mysti

Too bad. The dragon wagons had stopped in front of Westminster Abbey and Mysti was
still on the platform to have a good view at the scene. She saw Lord Cullan, or King, she had
to remind herself, and Bishop Aleksander. Yes, well... she had met him before and knew he
was member of the AWESOME. From the schedule she had learned there would be the
wedding first, then the coronation would surely follow.

They were discussing something, but Mysti was too far away to hear the words. Even as she
squinted the eyes to stare at their lips it was impossible to read what they said. But it was a
curious scene over there. Mysti straightens the dragon cap and sighed. It would soon be
about noon and she had no drink at hand. What a misery! But surely, being present at another
coronation of an English King was some sort of compensation for a sober day. Although...
perhaps not the whole day would remain this way! Mysti followed that thought and suddenly
started to chuckle. "Oops...", she grinned and hoped nobody had noticed.
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Corsaira

Aggnes wrote:

She reached over, put it on his left ring finger, and somehow forgot to let go. Daft sentimental old git... but he wasn't daft, not at all, and she was missing something here, something important.

Saira raised an eyebrow, peering at the hand-holding from where she had moved to one side. She had noted down the vows that had been sworn, and was adding them to the certificate that would be signed once the wedding was completed.

Maybe Aggnes' cold heart was thawing a bit. As she'd said earlier, they didn't have to get married. Cullan would doubtless have been happy to sow his royal oats about the place without a Queen getting in the way, so why marry? In the same way Aggnes was convinced she was missing something, Saira was wondering what Cullan wanted. Who knows? Maybe he did just want someone to share it all with. Properly share it all.

She sighed, and bent down to her careful writing on the parchment of the marriage certificate.
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Daisydread

Aleksander75 wrote:

"Do you two declare that you will remain faithful, and will support, love, guide and advise one another?"

It was getting harder to contain her amusement and the threat of laughter from bubbling forth. Her faithful father? Who was this person? Daisy’s only recourse was to bite down on her tongue — a tad too viciously, it turns out — which provoked a slight whimper of pain and tears to spring to her eyes. Perhaps onlookers would mistake her for expressing familiar wedding sentiment?

Cullan wrote:

"Obey..." Cullan muttered to insert in get recitation. "women obey th' husband. 'At's th' natural order..."

There was the man she’d grown to admire! But it was curious for all his talk of the ‘natural order of things’ how he himself was something of a lecherous philanderer. His comments reminded her again of how little respect she had for the institution of marriage. Hell would freeze over the day she walked down the aisle with promises to "obey" her betrothed.
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When they had exchanged rings, Aleks smiled and lifted his hands once again and spoke to the couple, but loudly so that the crowd gathered around the stairs could hear: "You have declared your intentions and your promises before those gathered here and before Jah. You are joined in marriage this day. What Jah has joined, let none break apart.”

Parson Jones had prepared a small table next to the Abbey entrance. Aleks walked over there to sign the certificate. “I will need the royal couple and their witnesses to come and sign as well please.”

The certificate looked like this:

Certificate of Marriage
This document certifies that on 23rd April 1463 on the steps of Westminster Abbey, London in the Kingdom of England, before witnesses Kitsada and Noodle, Cullan Holifard and Aggnes, now Holifard were joined in Holy Matrimony by Bishop Aleksander ap Meurig according to the rite of the Aristotelian Westmorland Eclectic Synod of Missionary Evangelists.

Aggnes made the additional vow: ""I declare that I will remain faithful, and will support, love, guide, advise and defend him."

Cullan made the additional vow: "Aye. I'll support, love, guide and advise 'er...an' all 'at."

May Jah bless and guide them in their life together.

Signatures:

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Cullan Holifard

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Aggnes

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Noodle

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Kitsada

Bishop Aleksander ap Meurig, Officiant
“What Jah has joined, let none break apart.”

A copy of this document will also be entered into the Register in the Library of AWESOME.

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Robinoflocksley

Robin stood in place as a groomsman, watching the wedding with a bit of curiosity. It was a quick wedding, something he could definitely appreciate, given how quick his and Llyres's had been. His eyes rolled slightly in exasperation as the royal pair bickered at the 'altar'. He knew that Aggnes's comments and request were to ease any pain that Cullan might be feeling from his leg, but she had been present just as well as he had at the meeting of the entire Embassy Board with Darien, where Cullan had insisted out of stubborn pride to stand until given leave to sit, despite how much pain he felt. The woodsman knew the King would do the same today, and likely refuse to properly relax at least until it was time for the feast after the coronation.

Still, Robin inched a little closer, ready to help if need be, just in case. He forced a stoic face, despite how amused he found himself at the continued wit and bickering throughout the ceremony, hoping that his own quiet support might in some way help the King get through this. Though 'this' was over far faster than he'd expected. As he saw the certificate, his eyes glanced toward Llyres in the crowd with a smile, knowing they could sit together in the coronation.
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Taarna

Taarna blinked. Then blinked again. This was, indeed, the shortest marriage ceremony she had ever, in her entire life, attended. However, it had been one of the most touching, as well. It had been straightforward. There had been real emotion shown...whether good or bad, it had been shown.

Now...she wondered...who had gotten the better end of the deal? She had a feeling that each thought they had outwitted the other, but looking at them...she could see the way that they worked together...the way that they would continue to work together...no matter what may come. It was indeed, then, a match truly meant to happen. Perhaps not as in the fairy-tales...but fated, nonetheless.

She supposed that time would tell.
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Cordelia

Cordelia stands in her position as the King's best lady, rolling her eyes at the bickering and thinning her lips at both their antics.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia clapped politely as the priest made his announcement trying very hard not to giggle, she and Taarna had sworn to one another that they would get through the wedding without giggling. Though Jah knew the bride and groom had made that no easy task. She wanted to giggle quite a bit, but kept herself in check by forcing the tip of one of her blades against her skin. If she giggled she'd bounce, if she bounced she'd cut herself, if she cut herself she'd bleed, and this dress was not getting messy. That was simple logic. It had been touching to watch the two, and it amazed her to no end how their romance had worked out. Others might not agree with it, but it was theirs in a way that was uniquely Cullan and Aggnes.
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Kristin

Krissy stared at the various people in the wedding party with curiosity. It looked to her like everyone was having a fit of giggles, but they didn't dare show it. She decided they all must be in on some type of inside joke. She clapped her hands along with the others as the marriage certificate was signed.

Cornish jostled her a little, which made her almost lose her balance. She grabbed for his arm and caught hold of someone else instead. It was then she realized the two men were shaking hands like lost forgotten friends. She looked first at Cornish and then at...she caught her breath. Drestakill! How wonderful to see you again. It has been such a very long time, hasn't it?
Krissy blushed slightly as Drest bowed and kissed her hand. "He always was such a gallant one," she remembered.
When Cornish hoisted his cask of ale and headed toward the Abbey door, she realized she better hurry or the two men would leave her standing alone on the steps like a goof. She half walked and half ran to keep up with them and not lose them in the crowd.
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Kitsada

Aleksander75 wrote:

He motioned for the witness to come forward and stand behind the bride and groom.

Kit stood behind Aggnes, alongside Noodle, during the ceremony. She managed to keep her face stoic during the whole chair debate, but when they got to the obedience part, well, she couldn't possibly not smirk a little with amusement on that one. She bit the inside of her cheek a little to keep from laughing audibly, though, and things went on, and soon enough they were married. Very soon, in true AWESOME fashion.

These two were certainly a pair, she thought. What started as an alliance might really be a marriage after all, she thought, watching their hands with a genuine smile.

Then Aleks asked them to come forward and sign, and when it was her turn she signed with a flourish.

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Angelina_holifard

Angie's lips curled upwards as she tried to control a snicker at her Father and his Wife's exchanged their vow's.
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Kalens

The nuptials were over rather quickly. Kalens appreciated expediency.. unfortunately the next part of the day was going to long... the coronation itself.
He bowed to his friends... the guests from Galloway and Glasgow... inwardly happy he saw them and ensured their comfort. They would have a great view of everything from the family pew.
My apologies.... but I have duties to attend to as part of the coronation. Do enjoy and I hope to be able to catch up with both of you at the festivities to follow.

Kalens then went to where he needed to be.. going over in his head the part he had to do.
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Sienan

Sienan wipes a tear.
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Kiane

Kiane felt a gentle touch on his arm and smiled. He did not need to see who it was, and was warmed inside that she had found them. He let the young lad down as he was becoming fidgety and could not blame him, this part would indeed be boring to a young boy. Watching the boy run off, Kiane noticed Ranger standing alert between them and was tempted to scruff up behind his ears like he did his own dogs, but thought better than to bother a working dog on duty. Instead he leaned closer to Dame Zywiec, “Just in time,” he said, just as the King and Queen exchanged rings. He gave her arm a gentle squeeze in return, then went back to watching the show in silence, glad to have his friends near.

When the Bishop pronounced them wed, Kiane clapped politely with the others but without any enthusiasm. It had felt to him like a business transaction had just been made, not a union between two people in love. He shook his head, then leaned heavily on his staff and waited for the third and final act.
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Cullan

Cullan looked down at their hands, then back up to her. Something in her eyes was...off. Almost emotional. Weakness was not something to be shown. He smiled to her as he spoke softly. "Welcome ta th' family...wife."He looked first to her, then his niece, then to his daughters. "Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten.he smiled, looking Aggnes in the eye. "We are small and broken, but still good. Aye. Still good." He chewed his lip, thinking. Slowly he took her hand, positioning her new ring to the correct position. Then, in a stroke of chivalry, he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing the knuckle above the ring. Smiling, he whispered "Ready fer our contract?"
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Quinn.m

Quinn watched with Siena, listening to the entire ceremony. It was all new to her. She had enjoyed watching Sythe walk in the parade. She was very proud of his duties and today she had her second glance of him fulfilling duties, proudly in uniform. She could not get enough of that uniform. She grinned.

She searched for him in the crowd. She had not seen him, since the ceremony started. The King and his new Queen were very posh and lovely. She was really enjoying this affair.
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Zywiec

Smiling widely, Zywiec happily watches the ring exchange though their words sound flat to her ears. As each places a ring on the other's finger, she senses something in their demeanor suddenly changed. She studies their eyes closely and wonders if she detects tiny sparkles perched just behind the lashes. "Could those be tears," she wonders, "perhaps tears of joy?" She looks up into Kiane's face to see if he has noticed the exchange of the royal couple's glances. Her heart gives a solid thump as the groom raises the bride's hand to his lips for a rather revealing kiss. Again, her thoughts take an emotional turn. "Perhaps love is in the air after all," she whispers to herself. With that delightful thought, she raises her hands above her head and claps her hands together enthusiastically. She almost giggles when Ranger turns to look at her with a startled expression.

Alunbier

Tahsa wrote:

She was sure her face was as red as her broadcloth dress was. Tahsa was also sure she couldn't breath, just way too many people for her comfort. A long glance up at the top showed a man waving his arms frantically. Walking faster, while she pulled at the top of her bodice and waving her hand in front of her face. Alun, tis good to find you, I was so afraid we had gotten lost from each other today. She fanned at her face and began to feel a bit light headed. Do you think there is somewhere to sit? We aren't late are we? She fanned at herself a bit quicker now. Oh jah, do you have some drink? The parade was much longer and hotter than I would have thought. What she wouldn't do with a cup of rosemary tea at this time. She leaned on Alun hoping to catch her breath and perhaps not feel so faint.

Alun put his arm around her and drew her closer to him kissing her on her forehead.

You're not late darling, but you couldn't be any later, look, here they come now. then pointing across to the near distance now, there came the huge cortege of soldiers of the royal guard and the magnificent royal coach.

Alun pulled from his inner pocket hist trusty flask of rum he always carried with him. Handing it to Tahsa he said. Here my love, take a swig from this, it will settle you down. It's just the amount of people that is overwhelming you. This will all be over before you know it and we'll be back home again.
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Rain_

Having no duties just yet, Rain had kept quiet and mostly to herself. She watches the ceremony and smiles. In spite of what looks like a good bit of muttering, there's a sweetness about it, and definitely something to be said for a wedding that doesn't require long speeches. As soon as it is over, she slips off to prepare for the coronation.
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Aggnes.holifard

Cullan wrote:

He smiled to her as he spoke softly. "Welcome ta th' family...wife."He looked first to her, then his niece, then to his daughters. "Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten.he smiled, looking Aggnes in the eye. "We are small and broken, but still good. Aye. Still good."

She didn't say anything in response to that but.... oh, yes. Family. Her family. And this time they weren't going to get hurt, or used, or thrown away like something disposable. They might be an annoying bunch of troublemakers, but they were hers.

Cullan wrote:

"Ready for it? This little one, yes. You should have taken more notice of religion, my dear." First time she'd called him that. First time for everything. "Who do you think wrote it?"

This was wrong, wrong, wrong. She must be ill. Over-tired, perhaps. Yes, display was part of her public duty, but she hadn't expected to want it. Her hand was still in his - or vice versa. She drew it towards her in turn, kissed the ring finger, her head bowed. It might have been homage to a superior. It wasn't.

She looked back up at him, slight amusement in her eyes. "We're going to need our hands back to sign," she pointed out. "And after that - yes. The big contract. We can do this. Together, we can do it." She disengaged, took the pen she was handed, and wrote neatly.

First time for real doing that, as well - the practice pieces had gone in the fire. She'd be doing it a lot from now on.
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Amethise

The service had been simple and seemingly brief, but also moving. When the Bishop announced that the royal couple were now married, Amethise smiled and joined in the general applause.
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Tyg3r

It troubled him the frequency with which he ended up in London nowadays, yet the title he bore obliged him to make at the least a token appearance as yet another monarch was about to be crowned king over England. This time around though it wasn't simply the coronation of yet another far off southern noble, but also a wedding, which as you may well guess, didn't make attending the event any more appealing to the baron of Northwich.
All through the procession he followed the parade quietly, glancing around for anyone who he'd knew. He stopped only upon arriving at the abbey, and then only to debate with himself whether or not to enter the church and attend the marriage for he thought it was sure to be a long drawn out ceremony, the kind that appealed to both nobility and clergymen. He finally convinced himself that lady Aggnes would not stand for such tomfoolery and, alone still, walked inside taking a seat nearest to the entrance.
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Lady_nynane

Following the service she smiled and hoped the couple many happy days to come and that they truly loved eachother. It was not so easy to tell and she didnt know any of them in person though she briefly met Cullan at the Winters Ball. She would make sure to greet and wish them all the best later on if she would get the chance knowing there would be so many wanting to talk to them and she was not on top of the list for them to notice.

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Jannie

Jannie watched as the parade finally finished, the spectacle bringing a smile to her face, wishing she had thought to bring Balthor with her. Her son would have truly loved every moment, the dragons especially and she vowed to allow him time off from his studies if the occasion arose again.

As the couple took their place on the Abbey steps, she moved forward, pleased that she had been able to find a spot so near to where the vows where to be exchanged, though when they were exchanged she had cause to frown for a moment. Surely in her time away weddings hadn't become so practical an arrangement? She remembered her own, ill fated, wedding and shook her head smiling slightly, maybe if she and Robert hadn't worn such rose tinted glasses when they had married the wedding would have lasted a tad longer then it had.

And thinking of practicalities, she offered a silent prayer of her own that they would be able to enter the Abbey soon, her legs were starting to ache and she had a strong desire to be seated
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Aleksander75

Aleks grinned some came to sign the certificate. He could tell that some in the crowd were confused and bewildered at the brevity of the service. They were talking and whispering to one another, while some others clapped at the announcement of marriage.

That's the whole point Aleks thought to himself. Simple, quick and easy. None of these weddings that take longer the a whole harvest to finish.
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Ashton256

I had heard that AWESOME's marriages had been described as

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Simple, quick and easy

maybe it would be wise to change their name to Registre Chancery to give it a more national flavour

Ashton was late in arriving and was disappointed that he had missed Bishop Aleks service.

He was though it time for the coronation. Noticing the large crowd struggling to witness the occasion, he wondered if he could make some money for the church funds by making and selling periscopes.

Noodle

Noodle stood behind Cullan during the ceremony and the royal chair conundrum. All the while, Noodle eagerly awaited the big moment. Once their promise had been declared, it was time to consolidate the bride and groom's words in writing.

After Kitsada signed her name, Noodle stepped forward as a witness to sign his;

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Tahsa

Alunbier wrote:

Her throat was parched, yes it was hotter than she thought it would be. Gladly accepting the flask she took a sip and then coughed. She had forgotten he carried the stronger stuff in it. Regaining her composure she smiled and thanked him, as she gently pulled at the top of her bodice again. Such a childish gesture but she was uncomfortable and hot.

They had found the perfect spot to watch the couple take their vows, though it seemed the Royals were tense and a bit on the argumentative side. Shrugging that off she continued to watch as there were stifles of laughs between the bridemaids and Bishop. She spied Galrador, looking as if something was amiss but perhaps that too was because he was uncomfortable. She must remember to ask him, if they should cross paths before the nights end.

The vows were short and quick, she expected to be slightly bored at the event but it was anything but. The parade and lively interaction between Princess Aggnes (then) and the white dragon had given the crowd a laugh and smile. This was one of those events she'd recall for a long time.

She watched on as the signatures were written and a sigh of relief seemed to fill some. She had never seen so many tense people in one area before. She thought back to the lavender she put in her bodice and discreetly pulled it out. Holding it in her hand she breathed in its fragrance. The tension, that was like a binding to her, seemed to melt away.
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Catriona_mackenzie

Cat watched the wedding ceremony with interest, for she liked to learn about the way other religions operated. While having various thoughts about the way the wedding was conducted, she kept them to herself. There were so many ways these days for weddings to proceed, and if this brief ceremony was what the couple preferred, that was their business. They seemed content. Feeling the sun on her back, she thanked Jah for sending good weather at least.
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Cullan

Cullan cleared his throat, uncomfortable about her brief show."Aye..." he muttered, turning toward the contract. "time ta get this over." grateful for the distraction, the King signed last, smiling toward his wedding party. "thank ya all...really." there was something more to say, but he didn't know how to say it. His attention was pulled toward the crowd around him. He'd never seen so many in one place. Puffing out his chest and straightening his back, he announced loud enough to be heard. "Now it's time ta be crowned King. An' not a moment too soon...I'm starved!"

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Airya.

As Airya's place in the parade was among the first, she had no trouble
finding her way into the Abbey. She seated herself at the very back of the church,
and smiled and nodded at Sir Tyger, even though she didn't expect him to remember her.

Aleksander75

Aleks nodded as the King signed the certificate, his signature being the last that was needed. "The wedding is hereby ended" he announced. Turning to the couple, he said "The original copy will be kept in the AWESOME offices, but if you'd like copies can be made."

He lifted the certificate for all to see and held it up for a bit, before rolling it up and handing it to Parson Jones. Both of them then bowed to the King and Queen.

Cullan Holifard

Aggnes

Noodle

Kitsada

Bishop Aleksander ap Meurig, Officiant
“What Jah has joined, let none break apart.”

A copy of this document will also be entered into the Register in the Library of AWESOME.

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Aggnes.holifard

"If we decide to have the feast before the coronation, Lavea may have a fit of the vapours. Come on, let's see if Gawain can beat Alek for a speedy and efficient ceremony."
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Aleksander75

Aleks turned to Saira and smiled at her. He took her arm and walked into the Abbey to their pews, waiting for the royal couple to enter for the coronation.

Saira godmodded with permission

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Jessa.jane

It was quick and to the point, and after the chair discussion and the less romantic looks between them, a bit of what she expected. Official. And yet for a moment, well moments it seemed to actually be ........ sentimental.

At this point she had decided to give up trying to make sense of it. She was use to seeing emotion in a wedding, but she had to say this was one of the most emotional she had ever witnessed. Oh not all lovey-dovie but more emotional changes in moments than one saw in a tavern full of drunkards.

At least for the moment her part was complete, she would be able to soon join her husband and brother and watch the coronation, and being part of the wedding party, they should have very nice seats. She had given her letter of request to be a bride's maid to Edward and since they still needed to be at the beck and call of the bride, the letter would secure them seats near the front and center so that if Aggnes needed her she could be there in seconds.

As she checked the security of the wine flask, she realized something was wrong. Oh no! The invitation was still in her pocket. She nonchalantly glanced around her and to her relief the same servant that was to deliver her goblet to Edward was just feet from her , still holding the goblet. She stepped ever so slightly back and with very little obvious movement motioned the servant near. Once close enough, though keeping her eyes on the wedding couple whispered in a no nonsense voice to the servant. Get this to my husband and brother NOW!

The NOW must have come out a bit too loud as it seemed everyone took that as instruction to clap and cheer. Thank jah the king had just finished signing the contract so it seemed appropriate. She smiled and clapped as well while the full time chiding herself on the inside for what could have been a major faux pas. In the mean time the servant rushed to Edward and Kel shoving the letter and goblet into Edward's hand and whisking away to return to the wedding party.
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Baroness of Millom

Melanie_bolton

As Kalens left her, she wondered who was going to be close to their family pew. Maybe Anastasia? She didn't know, but the silence from the Chancellor of Glasgow who apparently fell asleep or got very focused on the ceremony and now being alone got her a bit uncomfortable. "Only the ceremony left then I can really get to see friends and family at the feast." She hoped this time, meeting the King wasn't as weird as it was to meet the previous King.

Corinna.macbratney

quietly observing ... twas indeed a most interesting turn of events .... she hadna known what te expect ... bu twas certainly an eventful coronation and joining ... a hand resting on Raicheal's curls ... the lass had fallen asleep despite all the goings on ... her other lying in Beaker's ... warm and safe ... Henri well attentive at his Da's side ... a right proper little gent he was becoming ..

a smile as she observed the interactions betwixt the King and his Lady ... the undercurrent of personal attachment beneath the "business" arrangement adding a layer of intrigue ..
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Kazzia_llewellynn

With quiet dignity Kaz moved to the nearest guard and smiled sweetly, who do I hand my weaponry off to? Quick now? I cannot be late, and I've enough weaponry in this gown to outfit two of you. She smiled and unlaced the ones hidden in pockets, the sheaths were designed to let go quickly, she'd gathered all but three in her arms and the other three she'd have to run elsewhere to remove. The others merely looked like she was removing things from her pockets. She looked around for Ame or James or Andy or someone. She was not leaving these weapons with a kid who looked scared of HER! Perhaps there was a weapons check room? Like there were in places for cloaks?
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Lark

She let the flow of the crowd carry her towards the door, veering enough to pass close to the newly-weds. "Best of luck," she tells them, her smile wry, then drops her voice for the king's ears. "The painkilling tea I gave you does no good in the flask. Do I have to call a toast to Aggnes to give you a reason to drink it?"
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Edward_tudor

The servant found Edward and Kel, still on the steps, talking with friends, and generally enjoying the good weather. It had been a nice ceremony and they were both enjoying themselves, and wondering what happened next.

What happened next was the arrival of the servant, bearing the goblet, and Jess's letter of invitation. She also brought some fairly imperative instructions from Jessa which, boiled down to their essence, said, "Get where, you're supposed to be. Now. And save me a seat."

They looked at one another, and Edward shrugged. It was Jessa's show. They were just pawns at this stage. I think we ought to go, he said.

Kel didn't argue, and they struggled through the crowd - which seemed to be getting bigger all the time - into the Abbey. After a short pause to get their bearings, they found an usher and presented the invitation letter. The poor man seemed a bit harried, as there were a more than a few others trying to get his attention, but he waved at the others to wait, and led Edward and Kel towards the front.

He was gong to direct them to seats in about the tenth row back - not bad for most purposes - but Edward shook the letter in his face, and insisted on being moved up. Eventually the man shrugged and led them further forward, to the third row, just behind the immediate family.

That should be good enough, Edward thought, Jessa should be able to find us here. He wondered whether to tip the man. Did one give tips in church? but eventually decided that you probably did. He handed over 10 pounds, and, from the way it was received, guessed that he had gone a bit light on the amount. Still, no help for it now. At least they were where they were supposed to be and all they had to do was hang onto the goblet, protect Jessa's vacant seat on the aisle from the horde of other attendees, and wait for further instruction.
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Raella

She couldn't hear much from her place in the back of the crowd, but from what she could see, it had been a stately affair. The only part that had confused her was the presentation of the chairs which were, for some reason, never used.

Once the wedding portion of the proceedings ended, Raella cheered. As she did so, she took the taffy she had molded into hearts, stood upon the platform of the Sussex Dragon, and pelted them at the Westmorland Dragon.
*DOINK*
*DOINK*

The first couple bounced off the beast ineffectively, whereupon she augmented her strategy and began aiming them at the dragon's mouth. *DOINK* *DOINK* *DOINK*
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Gawain59

Bishop Gawain had arrived with the rest of the parade.

Later, after having watched the Royal Wedding Ceremony with interest, he then entered the Abbey and made his way towards his position at the main altar.

(ooc: edited for continuity)
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Amerys

During the brief ceremony Amerys kept her eyes on the nearby crowds. Those nearby had quieted considerably, no doubt hoping to hear the royal couple's vows, but she herself could only catch a word now and then, close as she was.
The tone of voice was unmistakable though. Her expression remained a professional mask, but a very small sigh escaped as the couple bickered before the priest. "Ahh, well. Not all marriages are blessed by the Gods..." she thought resignedly. But then, she suspected this match was one of business anyway, rather than affection.
But to her surprise, the tone changed once things got underway. Vows exchanged, even a small joke or two... Her eyes cut toward the couple briefly and with surprise she saw each kiss the other's hand. The unexpectedly sweet gesture startled her, and one eyebrow shot up briefly. "Then again, the Gods do have a sense of humor..." she thought wryly.

It was over, signed and sealed, and the couple prepared to enter the Abbey.
As Amerys turned to follow she saw Kazzia's circumspect activity. Knowing her cousin Ame understood the movements and stepped close to her. "I can take those for ye, Kaz," she murmured with a smile. "There's a cloakroom just inside the doors - ye can collect them there afterward."
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Prof.sloth

... the archbishop sneaks in the abbey and joins the group of English bishops ...
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Melodia.pia.nissa

Finally she managed to find a suitable place to observe the wedding ceremony. It was fairly short and concise, but somehow wonderful in its simplicity.While listening to the words of the priest, then the answeres of the couple, Nissa immersed in her thoughts and recalled her memories of her own wedding. It was so many years ago... How hard they had had to fight for each other, laeving so many things - including their own families - behind to stay together... And how hard they had to fight ever since...

Looking at the newly wed Royal couple Nissa didn't wish them anything else, than the same love and persistance - through thick and thin. "May Jah give them his grace and let them help each other through their whole life." she prayed silently.

Countess of the Tölgyerdei estates, Ambassador of the Hungarian Kingdom

Kazzia_llewellynn

With a smile Kaz turned to Ame and handed over her weaponry, I'll just run and retrieve the last few shall I? She moved to a vacant area and removed the one from her upper thigh and two laced down her mail top. Returning, and saying a slight prayer for forgiveness for flashing Jah, she handed Ame the remaining blades, her fan dangling from her wrist. She smiled and hugged the lass awkwardly around the blades. I'll be inside. Shout have you need? You're word upon it Ame? She nodded and moved to the area for her family. She smoothed her skirt and took a seat.
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Applus_macflintlock

Applus was glad with the offer by lord Kalens. He was very fortunate to have such a good friend.
Thank you, lord Kalens, for your generous offer. I look forward to the coronation itself. It would be my first coronation that I attend in my life. Thus far, no Scottish Monarch has had their coronation done in public in such a large event. At least, not that I am aware off.

Applus then turned to lady Melanie.
Do you know why that is, lady Melanie? That our kings and queens do not host such large events to celebrate their coronation?.

As lady Melanie said she looked forward to the feast, Applus noticed that she looked a bit uneasy.
Is everything alright, my lady? It is not me that is making you uncomfortable, is it? I would never forgive myself if that is the case.

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Sythe

When the wedding was setting up he had taken his place as a groomsman. The wedding seemed to finish quickly as Princess Aggnes was soon made Queen Aggnes Holifard. He had little time for congratulations as they were preparing for the next part of the coronation. He returned to his duties as a royal guard and prepared for the events to come.
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Galrador

Galrador had ample time to blink his eyes before the wedding ceremony had been finished. He had been to a few weddings before, but none like this. Not just the fact this was the King and Queens wedding and all the events surrounding it, but also the ceremony itself. It was quick, straight forward, almost, business like. As if the two of them were exchanging the deed to a house or something. If not for the small, emotional signs, shown by the couple, he would have surely believed Cullan had just bought a new castle.

With the lucky pair and the witnesses having signed the document, their marriage was officially sealed. It seemed it would take a man only moments to get stuck for the rest of his life. As it seemed the ceremony was officially over now, he clapped his hands for the newlywed couple. Not too long, as there was more to be done today. The wedding part was over, but the coronation ceremony inside the Abbey was about to begin.
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Miki

Miki entered Westminster Abbey and did the proper genuflection before heading to the family pew. Oddly two were sitting there Miki did not recognize but upon approaching saw they had the pin. Miki also noted by manner of dress they were most likely Scot... probably friends of Kalens through embassy work.

Miki approached and nodded respectfully.
Hello, I am Mikhan Temujin, Prince Kalens' companion. Most just call me Miki.
The dress was of the deepest garnet red silk that as the light caught the tight weave, it seemed to flash purple tones. The underskirts were cream coloured as was the lace cuffs and collar. Gold braiding encircled the waist and crisscrossed up like a mock girdle. A big garnet brooch was nestled into the lace at the neck as a fine gold netting covered the hair that was ornamented with hundreds of small round polished garnet beads.

Miki smiled gently to them both and took a seat upon the pew. A small click was heard as the houppelande collapsed and allowed the skirts to settle.
I am glad I have someone to sit with. Since Ana's accident I haven't had much social life, except with Kalens.

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Graciebells

Mother GracieBells had missed all the pomp of the parade and then the wedding went so fast she didn't get to the steps in time for it either. She giggled when she saw Archbishop Prof Sloth sneak into a side door of the Abbey. She hurried over to the same door and followed his robe to join him in sitting with the other English Bishops.
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Parson_jones

Parson Jones stood to the side at the table as the certificate was being signed and then received it from the Bishop when he handed it to him, putting it in the satchel hidden in his robes.

He smirked as he saw the crowd's reactions and some of the URAC clerics rush into place. They weren't expecting it to be this short he thought. Some people may think it's short and business-like, but that's exactly it. It's an oath between two people to be married. They're the ones who preform the marriage, not the presbyter. In fact, he or she isn't really needed. It's the promise and oath that's important.

He sighed. This is the spirit of AWESOME. Simplicity in truth. Efficiency in action. Faith in service, instead of hinkle-pinkeling around. As if a bunch of Romish nonsense, waving of hands and fluttering about made someone more married then the oaths and promises that had just been spoken.
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Ashton256

It was good to see so many of the religious faiths here at the church. Ashton had heard about the planning that had gone on before. The event should be one that would please one and all.

Who knows the newly married couple may get some enjoyment out of it!

Melanie_bolton

Applus_MacFlintlock wrote:

Realising that someone was speaking to her she turned to Applus.

No no everything is fine, it is just I don't like weddings very much, that's all. Shall we move to the Abbey?

Without waiting for his reply she took him by his arm and led Applus to the Abbey to where Kalens told them.

Applus godmodded with permission

Taarna

Amidst the clapping and loud speech all around, Taarna offered a hasty "congragulations" to the King and his new Queen. She didn't know if she had been heard, however, as everyone was busy milling about, heading straight into the Abbey to the places that they would sit for the Coronation.

Oh dear. The Coronation. Was she to stay with Kazzia? She had gotten separated from her when Kaz had gone looking form someone to whom she could give up her literal arsenal. Quite a surprise, that. It was good to know that should she need a hand in fending off any unwanted attention, Kazzia would have her back.

As she hurried into the Abbey, she passed Chancellor Applus, who this time was accompanied by a young woman. She stopped momentarily to curtsy, saying, "Sir Applus! It is so wonderful to see you again! My Lady, it is nice to meet you. I am Taarna McNairn, Baroness of Llanfairpwll." She turned again to Sir Applus, saying, "I hope we have a chance to speak later, but for now I must find the Llewellyn family...I believe I am to be seated with them." She smiled and excused herself.

Walking closer and closer to the front of the Abbey, she finally found the place where the Llewelly family was seated. Leaning over to Kazzia, she whispererd, "Do you mind if I sit with you? I seem to...well, not have a place. Well, I do...but our family pew is rather empty at the moment, and I'd much rather be with friends. I'm sure they're about somewhere, but I've no idea where..."

When Kaz nodded and slide over, Taarna sad down and hugged her quickly. "And don't forget...the day's not done. Regal! No giggling!"
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Corsaira

Saira had one last job to do before they went into the Abbey; AWESOME were often referred to as "Cakists" for a very good reason. Cake was their sacrament in the same way that other churches used bread and wine. The reasons were complex, but the main point was that cake was symbolic of happiness, friendship, sharing, celebration, togetherness and Jah's bounty. And it tasted nice. So all AWESOME ceremonies traditionally ended with cake.

She spoke briefly to Parson Jones before they went indoors. "Be sure to hand out the special celebratory buns to the people who can't get into the Abbey. Don't want them feeling left out." Seeing as they were in London, all of the bakers that could be found (including Aleks himself) had been baking Chelsea buns, a roll of cake with spices, sugar and dried fruit in the roll:

Once she was happy that the buns were being handed out to anyone that wanted to have one, Saira spoke to Aleks as he took her arm and they went into the Abbey for the coronation. "Well done, dear heart. Ye didn't drop anything or fall over. Or hold the book upside-down... this time." She smirked, and continued, partly echoing the thoughts of Parson Jones.

"Ye know, I think they are genuinely fond. Not in the throes of young love, but they trust one another, I feel. Trust is a very important thing. Lasts longer than young love, also.

I have a feeling that our own wedding will be the same framework, but differently filled. Such is AWESOME. A ceremony is an empty box, to be filled to suit. The formalities are just that; formalities. Don't need to be long or flowery. Just said, in front of witnesses, and writ down. Wedding's not the important bit. It's the marriage that's important, not the wedding. "

It had been good to show the country what it meant to be AWESOME when the King married one of their number, but now the King was to be married to England, it was of course right that England's main church should officiate. She rather liked Bishop Gawain, and looked forward to his visits to Liverpool.

Aleks and Saira could now relax and enjoy the day out in London; and a couple of buns. Saira had thoughtfully put a couple in her pockets for them to eat during the coronation.
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Vigfast

Vigfast saw his cousin a short distance away in the crowd, he waved and signaled that they would go to the stairs. He took Lynx by the hand and cruised through all the people after the effective ceremony had ended and the cheers subsided. At the top of the stairs he stepped up to the nearest guard and displayed their invitation.
- My young man, you know by chance were a chancellor or two is expected to sit?
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Friria

A lame donkey, an inconsiderate direction giver, some very inexperienced robbers, and a twisted ankle later and Friria had had a very long, and very late night. As such she had gotten to the inn far too late to get much of anything good and so had to settle for their wost room, no more than a closet with a rather unpleasant looking bedroll on the floor. Choosing to sleep leaning against the wall, as the cleaner option, she had slept fitfully enough to have awoken far too late to make it to the church on time for the wedding, making the start to this day just a bad continuation of the day before.

She was able to find her way into the church for the coronation however, not early enough for a seat of course, but at least into the church. Regardless of how uncomfortable a trip, at the least she could see her new friend, now married, crowned as Queen. For all the difficulties of travel, that made it worth it. Now she could only hope she wasn't tossed out for a vagrant for the travel was certainly not kind on her clothing.

Cornishbluebird

Kristin wrote:

*In all my excitement in meeting Dres again, i had forgotten my wife!*

"Krissy.. i'm so sorry..

*I took Krissy's hand and helped guide her into the abbey*

"Come.. we will still be able to find a seat"
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Elsbet

Elsbet saw the wedding and joined the cheers until she became distracted by Rae's arm swinging back and forth..
What was Red doing? Was she.. naw.. she wouldn't..

Removing her slingshot from a hidden pocket in her dress, Elsbet loaded the pocket with a few pieces of Kazzia's ginger candy and aimed.. right at.. Rae's buttocks. Someone had to keep her out of trouble
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Friria

It seems the church is more packed than is reasonable and soon those in the back are either becoming crushed or motioned out for safety reasons. Sighing because she simply won't be able to see all of the action Friria makes her way outside where some bright floats catch her attention.

It isn't every day that you see someone aiming a slingshot at someone else's rear and seeing such Friria can't pass up such a good opportunity. Sidling up to the woman she leans over to whisper, "Is this a new social custom of which I am unaware?"

Breena

A very short wedding ceremony saw the royal couple married! When the Abbey doors were opened Bree made her way inside and took in the wondrous sight. The Abbey was incredible and beautifully decorated for the day. She realized she was gawking and quickly closed her mouth, grinning a bit at her folly.

The Abbey was filling up quickly and Bree looked around for a seat. Groups of people had gathered together and she stood biting her lip for a moment when she saw Tyg. Bree's face transformed into a large grin as she made her way toward him just remembering to recollect herself and curtsy before addressing him.

Tyg! It's so good to see you! If the seat by you is vacant would you mind if I sit with you? I don't really know many here and everyone seems to be with good friends or family.
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Amethise

On the conclusion of the wedding, it was time to enter the Abbey.

While Amethise's burgundy velvet gown might not have been the most practical choice for walking in the parade, wearing it had avoided any unduly complicated arrangements for changing, prior to attending the coronation ceremony. All things considered, the garment had survived the day remarkably well, given the fashionable propensity for skirts that trailed on the ground. A cursory inspection of her hem showed that, despite her best efforts, it had, admittedly, collected some dust; however, a brief glance at other ladies nearby confirmed that this was by no means out of the ordinary, and she relaxed somewhat. Thankfully, she had not been spattered with ale, which would have left her in an indisputable predicament! She smoothed out her skirts and adjusted her girdle belt, studded with small pearls that matched the buttons on her gown; the sprig of lavender from the parade was still fastened at her waist and, smiling at the sight of it, she left it in place. Once inside the Abbey, she would retrieve her peerage robes and coronet, which were to be worn for the coronation and had been sent ahead, stored securely in a chest, to await her arrival.

After what seemed an age of waiting in a long line of people who were filing into the Abbey, at last she reached the great doors and went inside for the next chapter in the day's events.
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Lavea

Time Turner: 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

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Lavea

She went to the temporary "cloakroom", but had no weapons on her to check, showing her empty palms.

Entering inside Lavea went a little to the side at the back of the aisle, ushering any who had been asked to carry objects to her, and checking them into line. Pages brought forth the important objects, bequeathing them to those trusted to present and honour them with their significance.

She ticked them off in the order they'd be presenting:
Lavea (Cloth of Gold), Arkrantos (Sword of Offering), Eddward (Sword of Temporal Justice), Kitsada (Sword of Spiritual Justice), Noodle (Sword of Mercy), Zanlarrr (Sword of State), Rowan Ashenheart (Olive Branch), Eira (Eagle Ampulla), Jasmine (Spurs), Chris Braveheart (Orb), Cordelia (Ring), Lark (Sceptre of the Cross), Rain (Sceptre of the Dove), Kalens (St Edward's Crown). Then finally the King and Queen.

She kept one eye out for the King and Queens's entrance to show them their place of honour at the back of the processional line, and the pages ready to help the King with the extra garments.
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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

The wedding was over, and she managed to make it through without shedding a single tear! What was more shocking was the fact there had been no bloodshed, and that was a shame as she may have made a tiny wager that there would have been. Though now it was time to enter the Abbey for the Coronation. Someone asked about weapons and she shook her head. None upon her person at least, though she wasn't sure if the others had any. She kept hold of Ellies arm with one hand, and Zekes hand with the other. "Oh at least this time we can relax more.. that was quite the fast wedding I must say."

While they went to find their seats she saw a few people she knew, therefore she had to give a smile, or a nod to them in passing. Keeping her eyes open for either Elsy or Merthyn she was almost shocked by how many people were already seated, but was unable to see either of them. Well hopefully they would be along shortly, and that there would be some room by them still. Taking a seat she gave a bit of a sigh, folding her hands upon her lap after taking the seat, now was time to be solemn and quiet after all, but she had promised a bit of a drinking game. Perhaps every time there was a Scowl... well maybe not as she didn't want them all to be hammered... She'd have to confer with Elsbet on this perhaps.
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Taarna

After a few minutes sitting with the Llewellyn family, Taarna looked up to see Lavea waving at her, then pointing to the the front of the Abbey. Ah, yes...it looked like her little group of musicians were up there waiting for her.

"I'm so sorry; I must go for a bit," she said to Kazzia. No need to whisper in here just yet; the noise was not at a deafening level, but it couldn't be described as being quiet, either. "I must help to sing the "Alleluia" for the King when he walks up the aisle to be officially crowned. Save my spot!" She gave Kaz a hug and walked to the front, taking her place with the musicians.

"All ready?" she whispered to them. "We'll begin when Lady Lavea signals. Just as we practiced, ladies and gentlemen! Remember, this is for our new King!"
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Kalens

Kalens quickly found his place.. at the end of the line of regalia. He marveled at the beauty of the crown as it was handed to him upon a pillow to carry.

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Lark

She dropped off her wrist knives at the cloakroom, tucked the appropriate book into the crook of her arm, and went to find her assigned place.
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Jessa.jane

Taking her cue from the actions of the others, Jessa made her way into the Abbey. At first it appeared a gent whose main purpose was to usher the more honored guests to their seats was coming to stop her in her tracks, instead offered his arm and walked her directly towards the front. The farther into Abbey the gent walked her in the more surprised she was and she was pleasantly surprised when they arrived to the to the third row from the front, but even more surprised was she when the gent cleared his throat , indicating the gentlemen seated there should rise upon the arrival of a lady. To her though it didn't matter. Her excitement to see her husband and brother pushed all manners aside and she quickly moved into the row hugging her husband as she kissed him, then hugging her brother as well.

Edward , Kel, I am so glad I to see you. I missed you both so! Did you see me in the carriage and the ale spitting dragon? Then there was the ice dragon that seemed to attack the bride!

She started to tell them of everything and how much she missed them ,especially her husband when the gent that escorted her to the row cleared his throat with warning and then nodded to the front of the Abbey in reminder to where they were. She blushed and thanked the gent with a polite bow and slightly lowered eyes of embarrassment, then moved into the row taking her seat, followed by Edward and Kelster retaking their seats as well. It took only moments before Edward's arms was around her and she found her hand in his, their fingers intertwined. She scooted close to him though very respectably. Yes she was enjoying her duties as bride's maid but this, being wife was and would always be the most fulfilling feeling and duty of her life.

There she sat content and though ready to be at Aggnes's aid at the first sign of need, she sat content for the chance to be seated with her two favorite gents.
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Pennblade

Alfred headed to the cloakroom. Rules were rules, he supposed. He undid the loop holding Lightsong in place and submitted it. He turned to go when the handler pointed to the quarterstaff on his back. Funny... He hadn't thought of the object as a weapon all day today. It was a prop for all of his tales he intended to tell today.

What could he do? He pulled the quarterstaff off his back and submitted it with his blade. Satisfied that he submitted his weapons, Alfred made his way inside to find a seat. He chose a good spot near the front so he could watch the proceedings with interest. He made sure to save two more seats. He hadn't seen his sister or her friend Edwardus yet, but he was certain that they would turn up sooner than later.

He glanced over the crowds and those in attendance before taking his seat. He was certain they would get here soon. In the meantime, Alfred sat down and rested, waiting for the coronation to start.
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Jasmine.

Jasmine smiled at the lady Chamberlain as she ushered her among others who were to carry the objects in the coronation ceremony. She accepted the cushion with the spurs placed neatly on it. They were shined and readied for this occasion. She smiled softly as glanced down at them, they held such a high significance, a very close one to her heart.

She was truly honored to be asked to present them to his Majesty. It was not her first time. Those spurs like her had seen many Kings and Queens rise and fall. They were a symbol and a reminder not all Kings understood it. Some of them did while others disregarded the reminder completely. She had very high hopes for the one expected to carry this responsibility.

She smiled as she thought of the night before which gave her more hope and deep assurance that he would honor them well as he understood well what they stood for. She took her place waiting for her turn and for the meanwhile she bowed her head in prayer for England and for the King.
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Catriona_mackenzie

Inside the cathedral, the air felt cool after the warmth of the spring day. With no weapons to check, the young bishop went to wherever it was that she was meant to be and waited to see the next part of the coronation day unfold. It would be the first time she would see some of those whom she had only heard of by name and was curious to find out if their faces would match the mental picture she had built up of folk from their various reputations.
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Aleksander75

Aleks saw Friria enter into the crowd. He waved to her, hoping that she had seen them. "Saira" he said, turning to her, "is it alright if Friria sits with us?"
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Rowan_ashenheart

The crowd began to move to inside the Abbey, so he took that as his cue to gather the olive branch and go to the back where the procession would start. Of all of the Monarchs he'd seen crowned, this was the moment he always enjoyed most. The coronation, the moment of truly beginning the reign, the promise of what the future held for England.
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Cordelia

Casting a disapproving glance at the dragon fight, she touches Cullan on the shoulder in congratulations before gathering up her skirts and sweeping inside to gather the ring and take her place in the lineup.
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Kitsada

Kitsada slipped into her place in line, behind Eddward, and in front of Noodle, with the Sword of Spiritual Justice, and admired its ornamentation while she waited for the procession to start.
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Raella

She was just about to follow the crowd inside when suddenly...OW!! It felt as if a very large bee had stung her on her her backside. Raella turned to find Elsbet brandishing a slingshot. What was that for? she asked as she rubbed her smarting posterior.

I was just showering Miss Lady Dragon over there with love. See? She held forth one of her heart-shaped candies. Since I can't shower the couple with rice from this distance. Raella released the remaining love taffies at Westmorland's dragon. It's symbolism, Els!

She chuckled at Elsbet's stern expression. Oh come on then, let's go inside and watch Culland put on a fancy hat!
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Rain_

She is nearly last in the procession. She steps lightly into line behind Lark and in front of Kalens. All of the pageantry and excitement of the day has her in what might be called a buoyant mood, verging on what some would frown on as inappropriate. Still, she simply smiles politely at her neighbors, saying a quiet hello, but not wanting to be too disruptive. She eyes the dove at the end of the sceptre in her hands, and her smile widens into something of a grin. It was an interesting choice to say the least.
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Eddward

Eddward took his place near the front of the procession of various objects, just behind Arkrantos. As he held the Sword of Temporal Justice, he took some time to ponder its symbolism and meaning. It was a fine sword, but he found it interesting that he was chosen to carry this particular sword. The Count had some well-spoken thoughts about the relationship between the Crown and the State, and he was hopeful for what would come in this new reign for that relationship.
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Anjolique

So much excitement and playfulness ensnared her senses as they rode and celebrated from the carriage, the wind and sights from leaning and waving, the cries of the crowd and the sense of freedom from her duties and responsibilities. Such as with most things her senses then were returned to her as they arrived and everyone disembarked and were anticipating the ceremony. Things, however, did not play so smoothly as nearly unclad men had been the first of a series of unexpected events! With a mixture of fascination, delight, and glee she watched things unfold as horses and riders charge around fighting off faux draconics! This was a planned show, she hoped, as if unplanned dragons, paper as they were, interrupted an official festivity it was sure to cause much more of an uproar. It was quite the entertainment success but quieted down soon enough and the proceedings proceeded to proceed.

With damp eye and wide smile she watched the ceremony, absorbing the look of the surrounding as the glory of the attire. When at last it was completed she felt very moved but knew all was not yet over as it was now time for the coronation. She moved up into the Abbey and found her little girl, Nesmee, there waiting with a bright smile and upraised arms. "Mama, follow," she said in a very grown up way and took her mother's hands to draw her to the proper seats. Walter and William were shockingly well behaved, but their expressions seemed to imply the fear of the heavens had been put into them by Redd not too long ago. Her husband stood and embraced her as she approached and brought her to the seat with them.

"I'm not sure if you saw us," he winked, "But we were in that crowd as you went by! Everything has been so busy we were only able to just now catch up to you."

She giggled lightly and held his hand as they, as a family, all watched what was to come.

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Drestakil

"I have no doubt we'll find a seat. Although, just how close do you want to be to the actual ceremony? The seats in front have probably been reserved," Drestakil said as he held open the doors for the two.

As he did so, he looked at the people streaming into the Abbey. He wondered, as he followed Cornish and Kristin, if any of his own family would be present. Surely they had received invitations. He felt odd not being with them, or escorting someone. But, why should that be? He and Sara Jane had attended one coronation that he could remember. Was it King Faheud's coronation...or Darien's? Ah, yes, the late King Darien. He remembered carrying one of the ceremonial swords to present.

He shook the cobwebs away and followed Cornish.
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Reddenaltmer

Watching from the crowds as the parade and processions went by he cheered, waving one arm high in the air as his daughter giggled with glee as she watched all that happened from his shoulders. A few times she would hide her face in shyness if she got the specific attention of one of the entertainers but she burst forth and almost jumped from her perch as she recognized her mother going by, leaning out and waving back to the crowd.

The twins would have enjoyed this sight also had they seen it, but they were too busy reverse-pickpocketing not quite fresh fruit into people's pockets. One elderly gentleman felt a gentle squish on his finger and pulled out a soggy plum impaled upon his digit and the boys would have been caught cold from their peals of laughter had it not been masked by all that was going on around them. Redd spotted them about to place a particularly rotten apple in a young woman's handbag and ushered them back. Some words were barked quietly at them along the lines of ending up in the Tower Of London. Of course this was an exaggeration but it kept them quiet until the ceremony.

They watched quietly from their seats and he saw his wife but wasn't able to reach her until after and caught her coming in for the coronation. Sending the eager daughter forward she escorted her mother back to the family. Making a few quick remarks he took her hand and settled in for the rest.
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Zanlarrr

After riding the rest of the parade with Revan and the rest of the Devon contingent, Zanlarrr had dismounted and passed the reigns to one of the servants standing nearby. He moved inside and stood to one side at the back as his wife and his friends found seats.

When the call came for the coronation part of the day to begin, Zan gathered up the sword he had been asked to bear to the king, and took his place. He stood there holding the Sword of State in both of his hands, waiting for his role in the ceremony.

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Llyres.

After the parade, the groomsmen and lovely bridesmaids had gathered around the Royal Couple. Llyres along with her friends watched the marriage ceremony speed by with some surprise and yet it was not a bad sort of surprise especially since the boys also had joined her side after the parade. Robin and Llyres' adopted Adam, now taller than her, was not the issue, but the squirming mass of 4 year old Alex was another matter. "Da! I want to stand with Da!" the toddler loudly informed her when he saw Robin among the wedding party.
"Shhh, Alex, you don't want to interrupt," she tried to reason with him. Fortunately Adam swung his brother up onto his broad shoulders. "Watch from up here, you ruffian!" he'd laughed. "I am naw-a muffin!" Alex protested but settled on his brother's to watch.
After the ceremony, the crowds moved inside. Llyres kept her focus Robin, intent that the family not lose him in the press to enter. Not without a bit of sailing through the currents, the Ballard family finally united. She grasped his hand and smiled lovingly at her husband, "You looked handsome standing up there. But what were the King and Queen discussing at the start? And why the flurry with chairs appearing and disappearing? " Following Robin, the family found seats with their friends, while Robin briefly shed light on the earlier activity.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia slid to one side to allow Taarna to sit with her. Then turned slightly to allow the girl out, she saw Jolie what a gentleman and some young ones and waved slightly before turning back to the front. Her nerves would not dare allow her to perform, no matter how she loved music. This many people would suck the sound right out of her.
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Edwardus

Edwardus had been practically pulled out of the house they had been staying in by an excited Miss Whittaker. She had hurried him along the way.

"Come, Ed! If we delay any longer, we shallst miss the parade!" She had said while pulling him along.

Edwardus hurried his steps to match hers. They had weaved through the crowd like playful children. It would be a 2.4 mile walk to Westminster Abbey. They could have taken a boat but decided not to, not only due to the inflated price of 6 pence one way, but also so that they could join the parade. They had been told that there would be dragons from all four counties present at the parade. Not knowing the streets of London well, they had decided to follow the crowd.

They had arrived at the parade grounds just as the dragons started their journey towards Westminster Abbey. They followed from behind knowing that it would be their best shot of arriving on time for the wedding. It was a long and tiring walk.

"How are you faring, Miss Whittaker? I trust that you are fine with the long walk," he asked worried that she was getting tired from the walk. Truth be told, he was in fact himself tired from the walk and the earlier running they had done. Not to mention all the apologies he had to shout out along the way as they bumped into various people.

When the procession had stopped, they weaved through the crowds trying to get to the front. The streets were packed with people as they noticed that they had stopped in front of a huge building.

"Do you think we have arrived at Westminster, Miss Whittaker? It seems like a wedding is taking place right on the steps."

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Robin.ballard

Squeezing his wife's hand and leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek, the tall woodsman reached out to ruffle the hair of both of his sons. "I'm glad we could all be together for this. And the issue about the chairs and the slight bickering to start was about Aggnes worrying about Cullan having stood on his chariot through the whole parade, what with his leg, and the King's sheer stubborn pride insisting on decorum and dignity." A chuckle escaped his lips at the memory, having been very amused at the argument.

He paused a moment as they headed into the cathedral, looking around the crowd. "Oh, love, before we sit, we need to find someone. I saw Anne in the crowd. I was thinking we should invite her to sit with us. I saw the Hungarian ambassador too, and she's commented to me a few times that she'd like to meet you." Still, Robin wasn't certain they'd be able to find anyone else in this crowd, but he looked to Llyres for her thoughts.
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Angelrachel1119

" I am fairing just fine Ed. " Angel said smiling at her friend. Angel nodded her head. She had not mind the brisk walk and enjoyed seeing all the wonderful dragons at the parade. She had followed her elder half brother Alfred Cottsfield as he told a wonderful tale of St. George and his defeating the dragon dragging Edwardus by his hand the whole time. She felt badly for running into people as she and Edwardus made their way through the large crowd gathering for the wedding. Edwardus and she had been able to view the wedding from a distance and were now being asked to check in any weapons they had on them. After showing the guards that they didn't have any weapons on them they were permitted to enter the abbey. She looked around for her elder half brother and spotted him.

" There he is Ed!" she said waving to her elder half brother. They quickly made their way over to where Alfred was sitting and sat down.

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Pennblade

Alfred rose from the seat when he saw his sister and her dear friend. He smiled at the two.

"Angel! Edwardus! How good to see you! I hope you don't mind the seats... I really was interested in taking in the whole ceremony. Perhaps I could write a tale about another coronation in a far off land..." Alfred said with a smile. He shook Edwardus' hand and hugged his sister.

"Did you both enjoy the parade?"
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Revan_anne

She thought that the parade, once started, had gone by rather fast, yet it was nothing compared to the speed of the wedding. Rev smirked at Llyres and Robin's boys and their interactions with each other. She wished the same for her stepdaughter and her own children, for them to be close with each other.

Revan found a seat amongst her friends as she watched her husband prepare to take part in the ceremony ahead.
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~Wife to Zanlarrr~Mother to Lily and Ethan~To Thine Ownself Be True~

Daisydread

The ceremony had been speedy, efficient, and ended on a surprisingly sweet and tender note. For a couple who always seemed to be at each other’s throats, Daisy was rather impressed there appeared to be an inkling of fondness between the two. Clearly, Aggnes amused her father and that was really all that should matter. Maybe she’d judged her stepmother too harshly and a peace offering was in order.

The instant Daisy had stepped foot in the Abbey, the metaphorical little devil on her shoulder had started hopping up and down with gleeful abandon. What was it about sacred spaces that made her want to defile them? At the moment her demon was cajoling her to go tease the poor guardsman tasked with handling the weaponry. Her little angel must have taken the day off because Daisy felt no resistance to the idea. She popped her head inside the cloakroom and purred, “Is this where we get patted down for dangerous objects… ?” A short time later she emerged looking rather satisfied with herself and only slightly flushed and out of breath as she took a seat next to her sister in the front row.
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Edwardus

Edwardus shook hands with Alfred and smiled. "T'was kind of you to save us a seat. Will the Lady Eira be joining us?" He had indeed not been listening to a word that had been said at the breakfast table at the manor they had been staying in. Thus he had no idea what was going on.

" You should definitely weave up a tale. You have been gifted with such great skills," he said smiling at Alfred. Alfred was indeed a great story teller. He had enjoyed the tales he had told them in Penrith. Alfred had a magnificent way of attracting the attention of the people to listen to his tales.
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Angelrachel1119

" ' Tis good to see ye as well brother." Angel said hugging her elder half brother back before taking her seat next to him and Edwardus. " The seats are fine brother." Angel said with a smile. " Aye, indeed I didst enjoy the parade very much brother especially thy story about St. George and the dragon." Angel said quietly as she noticed the coronation was about to commence.
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Juliannabariman

After the wedding, Julianna quickly kissed Ruith's cheek and slipped into a nearby building, which was owned by a friend of her father. There her dress for the evening and her mother's beaded shawl were waiting for her. She hadn't wanted them ruined by the treats she knew her nieces and nephews were bound to eat during the parade portion. Looking down at the dress she was wearing, she saw evidence that her youngest nephew had indeed left honey covered hand prints on her skirt. With some help of the owner's wife, Julianna quickly changed in to her red dress.

"No wonder Lord Ruith is so proud of this dress," her benefactress remarked. "It's beautiful. Here's the shawl. You better get going."

Julianna put on her late mother's shawl and ran back out to catch up to Ruith. While she felt a little bad making him wait, she knew that he would understand her wanting to protect the dress from dirt and damage. Taking his arm, she followed him into the cloakroom.
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Anthonis_deligne_borgia

Shortly after the invitation arrived in Strassbourg, the Imperial ambassador for England took a boat over the Rhine, the Merwe past his house in Rotterdam and found a ship to London. Duke Romerio, his fellow counsel member , was also harbour master and found him a nice vessel for a good price to sail on.

Now after some strong winds he finally arrived in London, and after changing in his most elegant clothes, he made his way to the Tower of London. Such a difference setting from the coronation of the late Emperor, his father and the rulers of the Empire there after, who got their crown in the largest cathedral even build.

After showing his credentials Anthonis entered the room, which was full. It was clear he entered the event in the middle of it, but it was impossible to know. A bit lost he looked around to see a familiar face...

Chris_braveheart

After the wedding ceremony, Chris finds one of the guards who had been protecting the Orb and secures it from him and makes his way to the procession line for the Coronation. Finding his place between Princesses Jasmine and Cordelia, who he smiles and chats with, he awaits the procession to begin...
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Melanie_bolton

Leading Applus through the Abbey she found the Tudor family pew where Kalens told them to seat, he was right it was the perfect spot. They sat where she hoped were their places and watched the ceremony in silence, remembering when to reply and when not to.

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Cullan

Cullan grit his teeth, ignoring Lark's comment. Thankfully, Lavea had slipped them into a side-chapel - though it was barely larger than the votive rack it contained. He looked up at his wife, sighing with exhaustion. He leaned against the wall as the ushers gently brushed the velvet for the final show. Eyes closed, he slid his hand into his waistband and grabbed Lark's flask. He tipped it back as the surcoat was slid around his arms. Thankfully the rest of the morning he'd get to sit. He raised a tired eye to glance around the room. It was somewhere to keep in mind. You could barely see it from the church - the perfect location to hide a Dragon Guard or two. He slid a glance to Aggnes - no. She didn't seem the type for a little 'fun'. Or any fun, really...

But he hadn't married her for that - and she understood, thankfully. He reached out for his wife's hand, steadying himself under the weight of the surcoat. The robe was pinned to his shoulders quickly. He hid the flask back into his clothes and squared his shoulders. Now was not the time to be tired. Now was the time to be King.

Slowly, the pair entered, prepared to begin the procession when Lavea gave her order.
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Aertan_llewellynn

Lady Tenby arrived at the Abbey and without fuss entered and quickly made her way to the family pew, to sit beside Kazzia
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Pennblade

He looked down as Edwardus made the comment. He shook his head gently. "Lady Eira will not be joining us, as she is part of the coronation ceremony. It's one of the many reasons I chose these seats." He said.

"I definitely intend to spin one more tale.. Perhaps two before the festivities end." He also stated with a smile. "I will not disappoint you Edwardus." He lowered his voice and glanced behind him, waiting for the coronation to begin.
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Monsterix

When i entering to Coronation, i think am i right place. I see Cullan and others nobles there. I try to sneak around them and find suitable place where to be. I wandering to next to some wall and look is there any free places reserved those who havent any official posts.
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Eponine_llewellynn

Eponine watched the wedding ceremony and thought it was the oddest wedding she had ever seen ... the ceremony was short and did the bride and groom had a little argument? She could not hear what had been said, but their facial expressions were relatively explicit. She had expected more ... perhaps a little display of love and affection? But then she thought that not all marriages were based on love, especially not those of Kings and Queens. Perhaps this one was one of those politically convenient marriages or they were just very good at hiding their feelings for each other in this public affair which was kind of expected of a King and Queen. After the wedding, she entered the Abbey, still pondering about the wedding ceremony. She carried no weapons and made her way straight to the family pew where she saw Aertan and Kazzia. "Hello Aertan, nice to see you. Kazzia, you look absolutely stunning. I love your dress.", she said with a smile, before sitting down next to them.
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Lord_ruith

Between ceremonies Julianna rushed off to change into her best dress. Ruith waited outside of the abbey for her return, watching the crowds of people file past him into the building. He hoped Julianna wouldn't take too long, so they had to enter after the ceremony had begun. The crowd had thinned by the time she returned, but it seemed other ladies had had similar ideas to Julianna, so they were not the last to enter. He looked at her appraisingly when she arrived in her red dress.

"You look beautiful," he told her, offering her his arm.

In the cloakroom he was asked to surrender his sword. He did this gladly for he only wore it while travelling and was unused to it beside his leg. He would have left it at the inn had his carriage not been so late in arriving.

They stepped into the cavernous abbey, its great dome echoing the sounds of hundreds of voices and looked for a seat. Most were already taken and only here and there could he see occasional spaces among the pews. He looked to Julianna for her preference.
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Louisa_llewellynn

Having been at the at the Abbey quite a few times she knew the short cut to the families pew. Dressed in her fine Uniform of the KoTH she decided this time she’d sit and be comfortable. Smiling she slipped into the pew sliding closer to Kazzia grinning as she mouthed hello to Aer and Eponine.
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Noodle

Once the ceremony was complete and the crowd moved up the stairs into the abbey, Noodle found Jesse and took the ceremonial sword from him, thanks for holding onto this for me - I think I would have got some funny looks standing behind the King with a blade in my hand!

Noodle looked over the sword and entered the abbey.

Noodle stood at the back and awaited his moment to step forward.
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Eira

Eira was nervous, it was an unexpected honour to be part of the crowning ceremony. She had dressed simply, though sumptuously, in a gown of azure and silver silks reflecting her coat of arms. She hoped it was suitable for so grand an occasion.

The Eagle Ampulla, was cold and heavy. She prayed she would not drop it, wondering if that would be an act of treason, as well as incredibly embarrassing.

She took her place in the line up for the procession, nodding politely to those already gathered there. She felt she ought to curtsy, given the august company she found herself in, but didn't dare risk overbalancing and dropping the sacred ampulla.
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Tsura.

Posting as Sir Robert Frankel de Phoenix using this NPC as am currently out of the country on an escort mission. If someone knows how i can post as my normal character please let me know!

Robert_frankel wrote:

Maybe it was his recent past that made him feel so... casual at these things. There was a distinct lack of ceremony when he was in Ireland. More... anarchy to be told. To be back in merry England with all its protocols was more then a little disconcerting at times. He should have been flustered at getting ready for the parade and riding with all the other military orders, but that was nothing really. One army is the same as the next, even if its on the parade ground. Though to be honest it did feel good to be marching on home soil once more.

It was lucky for him though that he had the head of his order with him through out it all. If it wasnt for Knight Commander Emrys, Robert was sure he would have done something... odd and out of place that would have instantly labelled him as foreign... even though he had only just taking a side trip that lasted more then a few years. Never the less sitting through the wedding made him really finally realise that he was back in England, that he was finally back with his brothers and sisters in the order.

His train of thoughts brought him back to the here and now though as he noticed the change of pace at the end of one ceremony. A coronation for a new King... he thought as he watched the coronation ceremonies begin

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Melodia.pia.nissa

When the wedding ceremony finished, the crowd started to flow in the Abbey. Not having any weapons Nissa focused directly to the entrance, trying to remain on feet in the scrumble.

Suddenly she caught a glimps of Lord Robin. He stood next to a beautiful lady, together with a reasonably tall, young man and a four-year-old form child - his family, for sure. Nissa tried to get closer to them, hoping she would be able to greet the Vice Chancellor and his family,but she was drifted away by the crowd - directry into the church. As she reached the gate of the cathedral, the Abbey's immense interior was revealed to her...

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Amethise

Amethise's uppermost wish, after entering the Abbey, was to find a seat and spend a few moments in quiet contemplation, before the official ceremony got under way. It had already been a long day, what with all the walking along the parade route, the excitement of the events during the parade itself, then standing outside to watch the royal nuptials, and she was obliged to admit (although only to herself, of course!) that she felt somewhat fatigued. She had noticed a buzz of activity towards the rear of the building, and surmised that the formal procession would soon begin. She nodded and smiled to a few people she recognised as she made her way into a pew and settled herself there, arranging her skirts carefully, then folding her hands in her lap. As always, she savoured the atmosphere of stillness and peace that seemed to pervade the very stones of this ancient building; smiling contentedly, she bowed her head in silent prayer.
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Aleks saw Friria enter into the crowd. He waved to her, hoping that she had seen them. "Saira" he said, turning to her, "is it alright if Friria sits with us?"

"Course! Why on earth would I say no? She should sit with friendly faces at such a big do... And I promised Aggnes there'd be no party games this time. If I have someone to explain everything to it might keep me out of mischief. "

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Lark

She took her place in the line between Rain and Cordelia, and accepted the Sceptre of the Cross. Her thin hands tightened around it as she felt the weight, and she shifted them, looking instinctively for the weapon balance.

She mouthed the words she had to say silently to make sure she had them right, and wondered again why folk worried about her walking up to the king with knives, and then they handed her a nice heavy club instead.

Rain gave her a smile, and she flashed a crooked grin back. "Well, at least we get a good, up close view of the coronation."
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Gawain59

Bishop Gawain had reached the main altar, and removing his cloak, he stowed it behind the altar, picked up his crozier that he had put there in readiness, and holding it, he then went to the altar steps to take up his position there.

He then looked towards to the back of the Abbey, and awaited for the procession to begin.

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Saraxb

Sara had immensely enjoyed participating in the parade, in usual style Sussex had thrown themselves into the competition and their dragon had several interesting additions. After apparently losing their dragon to lovesickness (what did Westmoreland have to attract all these Sussexians up there?), Sara had settled down to watch the wedding ceremony. Short and sweet, just the way she liked them. Despite never having met the bride and not having seen Cullen since before her enforced retreat, Sara couldn't help but adore a good wedding. Though it seemed very simple compared to some she had been a guest at, it was still obvious that much thought and preparation had gone into the day.

Moving with the crowd, Sara edged forward in order to ensure she had a good view of the actual coronation. I mean it was not every day she got to watch someone be crowned king!
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Annesolenn.wolback

At the end of the wedding ceremony, Anne and Maewenn made their way to the abbey as best they could. There was such a crowd that they didn't know where the flow of people would take them.

They were about to take a seat at the back when Anne caught a glimpse of the very man she'd been looking for. Robin was there with his wife.The Breton Chambellan didn't want to make herself too noticeable, so she stood on tiptoe and waved at him while mouthing silently :

Hello Robin, we're here!!

Then she took Maewenn's hand and whispered:

Suis-moi comme mon ombre, je ne veux pas te perdre dans la foule!*

*Stick to me like my shadow, I don't want to lose you in this crowd!

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Irish quickly turned to Father Kiane and the rest of her group and told them to follow her, Mala, Cery,Phoenix, Liam, Michael, Bella ,Katie and Zy come along we had best move inside or we will miss the coronation.
Father Kiane should you not be with the rest of the Bishops? Hurry now. Michael Liam see if you can find a pew that will hold us all as close to the front as is possible.
Irish was now beginning to wonder why she left her hounds ,who were always at her side at home. with no Dragon Guards she missed the feeling of security that her hounds provided.
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Tahsa

Moving us along so as to not miss Coronation. Continued from Here godmod Alun, okay as long as I didnt throw him in water or make him wear buckets for shoes

The assembly for the Coronation began to walk into the Abbey. Holding to Alun's arm they walked in to find a seat. Holding no weapons, made it quicker for them. She was naive in a way, thinking who would carry a weapon to a wedding or a coronation? Everyone has enemies though was the second thought. Finding a pew was a bit of a ordeal, she did not have a family one, that she knew of. Matters not, she mumbled, she found most places of worship stuffy and crowded which in turn set her uneasy.

They had sat down and she relaxed a bit more. She held Alun's arm as they sat there, a smile on her face. The Abbey was cooler and she felt the heat fade away from her skin. She only hoped that this ceremony was as short as the wedding. She pulled the lavender sprig out again and looked at it. She hoped for a serene, peaceful yet graceful reign for the King. She should have brought more of them with her she thought.

She saw a few people she knew and resisted the urge to wave, so she smiled at them.

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Elsbet

Following Raella into the Abbey, Elsbet stopped first at the cloakroom to drop off her slingshot and a few of Kazzia's Kandies . Not that she'd dare to use the slingshot to hurt anyone but sometimes.. it sure was tempting to send a missile upside a grumpy faced fella. Once they entered the Abby, the search was on.

"Ohh is that.. no.. that's umm.. wait.. there she is."

Whispering to Red that she had finally spotted their mutual friend, Elsbet hurried over and squished in next to Alex.. most elegantly, of course!

" Hallo, Alex. I left Baby with Gus and Paulie.. hope she'll be all right. Hate having to cut her up... Well.. don't folks look fancy today hmm?"
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Friria

Wait, did I see a waving Bishop arm? Thinks Friria, I think I might well have. Ohhh maybe I can actually see the fun! Giving the young woman with the sling shot a grin and a, "Good shot!" She heads back inside letting the guards know that yes a seat is saved for her, and hoping she isn't fibbing! Moving quickly up the aisle she finds the seat where Aleks and Corsaira are already seated. "I thought I saw your arm moving there Bishop. Might I sit with you two? I tried to make the wedding but it seems it was not meant to be. How did that go?" All of this said in a rush of breath far too fast to answer any one question after asked but rather like a big cake must be partitioned before consumption. The verbal flood also accompanied by the petite woman nearly bouncing on her feet.

Aqueron

The journey had been long, the ride had been...well uncomfortable is probably the best word for riding a horse from Linlithgow to London but seeing the looks on the faces of all the Englishmen and women they passed had all the more made up for it. Most of the Queensguard were just as irritated or even worse agitated, it did not sit well with most whether from the Highlands or the Low to be so far south into the land of sassenachs. Aqueron smirked and held back from reminding them that this deep in English territory, they were the sassenachs here.

When the finally reached the city proper crowds started to become thicker and it seemed that the streets were filled with all of England today. “Must hae come tae the right place aye?” Though the crowds were thick as they pressed inwards but a company of armed guards and a regal carriage parted the throngs of people quite easily and was not long before they arrived at the whitewashed Tower of London. The streaming banners carried by the Queensguard and the purple sashes around their chests were more than sufficient to announce who had arrived, but Aqueron refrained from having her announced as they were here in good faith to show respect and share honor with the English king. That, and it was his coronation day.

Riding alongside the carriage Aqueron opened the door and dismounted his horse, he held out his hand and bowed his head for his wife, his queen. “Your Grace, we have arrived.”
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Pulling back the curtain that covered the little window that had been her only view for the past several days Sheridan was unsure what to think. The whole trip had been a little surreal until now, until they reached London and were pressed by crowds of people and it fully sunk in that she was indeed in England. The idea to visit had been given to her by her cousin and heir, Evan T. Campbell, Duke of Argyll and Galloway, it was a gesture of goodwill that was ever his style. Sheridan was grateful for his help and advice, a friend she would never take for granted.

She heard little in the way of talk from outside the carriage since they departed that morning, the guards likely with little to say as they entered the heart of England, but now she recognized her husband’s voice. His accent thick but his speech clear, and she could make out his jokes with the guards. It was a good idea to keep them in high spirits and a good mood while they were guests here.

Her hands smoothed out the fabric of her dress as they neared the Tower, most of the dress was made for her but she was proud to have embroidered it herself. A smile spread on her lips as she ran her fingers along the curving vines and blooming flowers, thread of bright gold and pure white created a subtle yet detailed display.

When the voices and cheers grew louder the carriage came to a halt, glancing out the window she could see that it was time to depart her rolling prison. On the seat opposite her was a small wooden box, simple but well made, Sheridan opened it and removed from the cushioned velvet a small crown of gold flowers and placed it on her head, tucking the arms into her hair. Then she brushed her hair to the side and lifted a necklace of two golden chains with a filigree pendant set with small fiery red rubies, and clasped it around her neck. Fine enough for a queen, not too fine for a visiting queen, she thought.

As her husband opened the door she stepped out onto the cobblestones and reached up to kiss his cheek then tucked her arm into his. “Thank you my king, shall we?”
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Aqueron

With his arm wrapped around his wife's Aqueron lead them up the steps to the main door of the Abbey where he then surrendered his sword before they proceeded inside. He looked around the room for any familiar faces, he had been in England many years ago so it was unlikely that he might remember those faces but recently many friends of his from Ireland had settled down in England. Kennedys and MacKenzies if I recall, he thought on all the names he could and resolved to introduce them to the Queen should he meet them. For now though he only sought a place for them amongst so many, as he suspected the coronation ceremony would begin soon.

From the corner of his eye he thought he caught a glimpse of Applus of Glasgow, if it was indeed him he would try and speak to him before they left. It was rare indeed to see fellow Scots so far south. Taking one usher by the arm Aqueron whispered, "See tae it tha Queen dinnae strain her eyes for the ceremony." He nodded and hurried off but soon beckoned him and Sheridan forwards and they were seated in a pew not too far from the front. They sat and waited for the ceremony to begin.
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Tyg3r

Breena wrote:

Tyg! It's so good to see you! If the seat by you is vacant would you mind if I sit with you? I don't really know many here and everyone seems to be with good friends or family.

Having spent half of the surprisingly short wedding ceremony immersed in admiration for the lavish decorations that laced the abbey's interior and the other half taking notice of all the added... gravitas some of the nobler people of the realm gained, grace to rather peaceful reign under the late king.
His assessment of England's lords and ladies was suddenly interrupted by a strangely familiar voice. Turning towards its source, he stood up with a smile and bowed politely "Why of course m'lady Breena, how could one refuse such wonderful company ?" he replied, his smile turning into a mischievous grin
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Breena

Bree smirked at Tyg, arranged her skirts and took a seat beside him, continuing to take in all the sites of the Abbey and the people entering.

I don't think I've ever been in such a large building or seen so many people gathered together at once. Of course, this is the first Coronation I've ever attended. I'm sure your experience with these stately affairs far outstrips mine. Are they always like this?

Bree quirked an eyebrow at Tyg, a playful smile playing about her lips.
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Lord_ruith wrote:

"You look beautiful," he told her, offering her his arm.

"Thank you," Julianna said, smiling at his compliment.

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They stepped into the cavernous abbey, its great dome echoing the sounds of hundreds of voices and looked for a seat. Most were already taken and only here and there could he see occasional spaces among the pews. He looked to Julianna for her preference.

Julianna pointed to a pew near to them that had some space. She honestly didn't have a preference; she just wanted to be seated. Looking around the huge space, she felt a little intimidated by the architecture, and instinctively reached for Ruith's hand. She turned her attention to the front, watching as the principles took their places. Sitting quietly, she waited for the ceremony to begin.
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"Yes, the wedding went very well" Aleks said to the young woman. He patted the seat next to them. "Please take a seat. I think the ceremony will begin soon."
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Eumelia

As the wedding finished, Eumelia went to the cloakroom first to get rid of the thick flagpole and her other belongings. Then she adjusted her haircut and her dress and entered the Abbey. It took some time to find her fellow Templars in the crowd, but finally she managed to join them again, taking her seat amongst them.
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Tyg3r

He pondered for a moment over an adequate answer to her question before her words reached his mind in the earnest. Raising an eyebrow, meant to underline the least serious of serious poses "Experience, eh ? Is that an elegant way of saying I'm getting old or something ?" the grin still lingering upon his face "As for your question, well it depends what you mean by it, if you're asking whether nobles always dress overly posh and maintain a knack for complicated snobbish titles, then yes, little will change by the time you'll attend your second coronation. Well except for the shoes, purses and hats, but I'm certain you know far more about those than I ever will.." he paused for a moment as if rummaging through his mind for a long forgotten thought "But where are my manners" he added smiling softly "You look absolutely ravishing m'lady. I am most honoured to be your first.. err coronation companion ?"
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Friria

Friria flashes the Bishop a grin and fairly hops onto the seat. In the process she tries to smarten up her clothing a bit, and she brought her best set too! Which really isn't saying much sadly. "Thank you! Oh this is exciting!"

Breena

Bree almost laughed right out loud at Tyg's observations. It was always a pleasure to be in his company.

Old?! I would never ever say...nay dream...of suggesting so...

While Tyg was ruminating over posh dress, purses and shoes Bree made a show of straightening her skirts and brushing them down, the whole time with a smirk on her face.

Well, Lord Northwich, you make a massive assumption that I know of shoes and hats, but truly, someone has to have knowledge of such things!

Bree could barely contain her laughter when Tyg began complimenting her and she let it come forth.

Thank you, Sir, you look quite ravishing yourself..for a gent, that is. And it is my honor to be allowed into your presence for such a grand event.
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Angelrachel1119

" We looking forward to hearing thy newest story brother." Angel said excitedly but in a hushed tone. She knew her brother was an expert story teller and took delight in the wonderful tales his imagination came up with. She remember being entranced by the tale he had shared with Edwardus and her at The Blue Hat Tavern in Penrith. The tale was about a tracker and a wicked curse. She wondered if he would be telling the tale again at the feast. Turning quietly to her elder brother she asked, " What tales will ye be telling at the feast brother or is that meant to be kept a secret?" Angel asked. She smoothed her dress lightly with her finger tips.

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Applus was glad that lady Melanie took his arm as they went into the Abbey. It felt comforting to know that a fellow Scot was nearby. As they entered the Abbey, lady Taarna approached them.
My lady, it indeed quite wonderful to see you again. I hope that you are well. This is lady Melanie Bolton, Chancellor of Galloway. I hope to find you after the coronation, so we can talk proper.
As lady McNairn excused herself, Applus turned to Melanie.
I danced with her during the International Winter Ball at the Royal Embassy last year. She is a very kind and graceful lady.

Lady Melanie guided them towards the Tudor family pew and it was indeed in a very good position. As they waited for the ceremony to begin, Applus noticed that Queen Sheridan and her husband also arrived. Applus whispered to lady Melanie,
My lady, it would seem Queen Sheridan and her husband have also come to attend the wedding. I am glad that they made it. I think it will send a strong message to our English friends, as both representatives from Galloway and Glasgow and the Queen have come to attend and pay their respects to the new English King. A good way to mutual friendship, wouldn't you say?

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Pennblade

He grinned at his sister as she asked about the content of his stories. He would normally tell folks to wait and find out and keep everything a mystery. Seeing he was in a jovial mood, however, he responded differently. "One of the stories I will tell will be the Fairy's Curse, yes.... And there's a chance that doesn't get told. The other story is a surprise, as I have only let a few in on the name. I do hope it is as special as the others you have heard." Alfred said, smiling, "After all, I won't be able to tell until much later after everything dies down. No doubt you, Edwardus and Eira will be looking for me after the fact for an immediate opinion..."

The storyteller could only chuckle as he glanced between the two of them.
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Angelrachel1119

Angel nodded her head to her brother to show that indeed all three of them would be looking forward to giving their opinions of his newest tale.
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Amerys

Near the side chapel in which the King and Queen were preparing, Amerys waited. She had a good view of the guests who continued to enter the Abbey and watched as they greeted one another and found their seats. An unconscious shrug of her shoulders adjusted the sword across her back more comfortably and as she shifted the long hem of her Royal Guards' formal uniform tunic brushed her boot tops. Experienced she may be, and attentive, but fidgeting was a habit she'd never quite been able to break. Patience had never been her strong suit and she sighed inwardly at the continuing long train of people in the aisles.

Suddenly her attention was riveted on one couple. Amerys wasn't immediately certain of the woman's identity, but she recognized her escort well enough. It had been years ago in Ireland, but there was no mistake. "General Aqueron Campbell..." She thought silently. Her eyes shifted back to the Lady, taking in the details of her richly embroidered garb and the crown she wore. "That then, will be Queen Sheridan, nay doubt." She pondered for a moment whether to greet them, but they were already moving to their seats. "Likely he'd not remember me," she thought. His business had been with her Clan Chief, Padraig. She'd only been one of many troops at the time.
Still, a greeting seemed, at least, the polite thing to do, but with the coronation about to begin she'd not leave her post. "Per'aps there'll be a moment t' speak later..."
And she settled in to wait once again.
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Izzy.

He slips inside after avoiding the wedding and stands near the wall at the back of the abbey. The shadows conceal the burn scars covering much his left side, and his clothes are neat and clean, carefully mended.

'So this king thinks he can rule a dragon?' he mutters, a quick look round spotting an easily accessed exit in case the whole thing gets too churchy. 'Does he know she gets hot enough to burn iron with a glare?'

Caitilin

The Duchess of Westmorland sat quietly through the marriage ceremony. It was a royal wedding and she'd been to several now. Cait was happy for King Cullan and the now Queen Aggnes. She knew how it felt to have someone in her own life who respected and loved her with all of his heart. Caitilin returned that love and respect with her heart and soul. She missed Baldar's presence beside her and hoped he was being cared for by the monks. Sometimes we all need time to retreat and reflect.

Caitilin returned her attention to the ceremonies.
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Jannie

Jannie joined the rest of the crowd, filling up the stairs and into the Abbey. She had no weapons to check in, having left hers in the carriage and so was able to slip past those queuing and entered directly into the Abbey, quickly finding a seat at the back.

She looked around, there were so many familiar faces milling around, taking their seats, or heading further into the Abbey to take up positions of importance in the ceremony, it was nice to actually see so many of her old friends around, and she made a silent vow to try and seek out some at the reception afterwards.
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Cornishbluebird

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*i looked around near the rear of the abbey*

"Personally Dres, i think i'd be more than happy to sit near the rear, i don't know Cullan, or King Cullan, so there is no need for me to be near the front taking up seats of those who probably do...

*I made sure i still had Krissy's hand, and helped guide her along, amongst the throng of the crown*

"How is your family, i don't think i have seen them as yet?"

*I watched Dres, unsure if had even heard me as i was scanning the crowd around him*
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Galrador

With the wedding ceremony over and having no role in the corononation, Galrador headed into the Abbey to look for a seat, attending the next ceremony. He handed over his sword to one of the servents in the cloakroom and headed towards the main hall. Spotting a few familiar faces in the crowd, he was unsure where to sit, or with whom. Spotting Amethise sitting by herself, he walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. Excuse me m'lady, but is this seat next to the "Mother of the Mercian Dragon" taken?
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Foxfire.

Fox sat down in a pew beside his wife, Harpege. They had traveled far and fast to reach this place. His clothes were light, in indication of the haste in which they made to get here in time. He thought he still might have sand in his boots from the Ottoman Empire and salt from the Mediterranean on his neck. Still, he was very pleased to be able to attend. As the Baron of Gresham, it was his pleasant duty.

He leaned over to Harpege and whispered, "I must confess, it's a treat to be present at a ceremony that is conducted in English..."

Then he sat back and waited for the kick which would surely follow.

Raella

Raella entered the Abbey alongside Elsbet and marveled at all the livery. She snatched off her dragon cap and stuffed it into her pocket.

When they arrived at where Alexandrya was seated, she shot the woman an excited smile and plopped herself down in a seat next to the ladies.
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Vigfast

Vigfast got tired of trying to understand what the guard was trying to say when he clearly had difficulty getting the short chin strap out of the way to speak clearly.
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Thank you, young man, I believe we will find the way ...
The huge room seemed to be filled quickly both from the front and both behind. Slightly odd but very this day was a little unusual.
I think we're trying to get a place somewhere in the middle ladies ...
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[i]While sitting on the back I notice my old friend Vigfast. i walk closer to him, may i sit also here, i havent noticed much familiar faces around here.
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Pagan

Still oozing with smooth self-confidence and good humor, Pagan entered the Abbey via the cloakroom. She handed over her sword to a servant, jesting with the man in a way she experienced as charming and witty, but to the servant translated more like embarrassingly lame. He forced a chuckle out of him nonetheless, as was always a good policy when around the worthies of the realm.

Stripped of her hat and potentially lethal objects (excluding the flask containing potent but dubious liquid in her breast pocket) she carried on inside the church and spotted a familiar trio of Alex, Bets and Rae sitting in one of the pews and planted her bottom next to them, wearing a mysterious smile.

What a great life! What a fantastic day! What a fabulous ceremony!
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Amethise had been watching curiously as more and more people entered the Abbey, many of them apparently with family or friends; she noted that Gawain had taken up his position at the altar, which seemed to indicate that the start of the ceremony might be imminent; she smiled as she saw Tahsa arrive, accompanied by a gentleman who looked familiar, although she was unsure whether she had actually met him. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she turned in surprise to see what was amiss (on grand state occasions such as this, she had never yet quite overcome the sneaking suspicion that she might have inadvertently broken some arcane rule of etiquette, sat in someone's reserved seat, or committed any one of a number of other potential blunders!). Seeing Galrador beside her, she smiled warmly… then giggled in a most unladylike fashion as his words sank in.

"Ah, our Mercian dragon is fortunate indeed, in having not only one, but three doting mothers," she chuckled, "and we are all here today!" She slid along the pew slightly to make room. "Please do join me, I would be delighted to have some company," she smiled, "and I was hoping to have the opportunity to congratulate you on your groomsman role… it was excellent to see a well-known face up there in the wedding party!"
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Edwardus

Edwardus nodded as Alfred explained Lady Eira's absence from the joining them in the crowd.

"Yea. Forgive me for asking."

Edwardus took a seat beside Miss Whittaker, who had taken a seat beside her brother. Alfred. He had thought that Miss Whittaker would certainly like to sit beside her brother. He listened as the two chatted about the tales that Alfred would be weaving at the dinner tonight. Dinner... He lets out a heavy sigh as he is reminded of it. Catching himself, he looked around hoping no one heard him. He turned his attention to Alfred and pretended the sigh did not come from him.

"I look forward to hearing your tales, Sir Alfred."
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Spotting Anne in the crowd, Robin grinned, motioning her over. "Anne! Over here! He turned to introduce their sons, when his eyes caught sight of a splash of purple and a familiar crest. Turning quickly, the vice chancellor found a page, taking hold of his shoulder and speaking quickly and urgently. "Find the King. Tell him that Vice Chancellor Robin sent you to tell him that the King and Queen of Scotland are attending the coronation. Make sure to tell him that it's Queen Sheridan. This is important and he needs to know. No delays. Understood?"

As the page nodded and hurried off, Robin turned back to his family and Anne. "Sorry about that. Anne, these are our sons, Adam and Alex. Boss, this is Anne Solenn Wolback, Chambellan of Brittany, and the one who we met when we were stranded in Brittany."

Leading the group inside, the woodsman saw another familiar face. The Hungarian Ambassador seemed in awe at the large and ornate cathedral. "Lady Melodia? Why don't you come sit with us?" Looking at his family again, he induced everyone. "Lady Melodia, this is my wife, Llyres, our sons, Adam and Alex, and this is Brittany's Chambellan, Lady Anne Solenn Wolback. Everyone, this is the Hungarian Ambassador, Lady Melodia Pia Nissa."
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Vigfast

Monsterix wrote:

[i]While sitting on the back I notice my old friend Vigfast. i walk closer to him, may i sit also here, i havent noticed much familiar faces around here.

Hello, old friend.
welcome to hold out here for a while, I'm not sure if we get to sit here or not but I take a chance that it will go well.
I suppose you both know my fiancée Lynx and cousin Nynane.
Vigfast bow slightly in the women's direction.
This will be at least as exciting as the day been so far.
Vigfast sits down and begins to study the Interior and the environment.
He sees among other Robbin with company come in and wave but ends quickly, it may not be properly in this kind of shrine.
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-Collector of nicknames £ 5 to see the collections I have probably earned them all ...

Kiane

Irish_dragons_ wrote:

Father Kiane should you not be with the rest of the Bishops?

Kiane looked up with a start at hearing his name. "Oh, no I don't hold that title any more, so if I may join you and your family I would be greatfull"

He noticed the young men Irish addressed and was take aback. He looked around for the young lad he had picked up, then chuckled. He shook his head; now that will be something they will all laugh over in the tavern when this was all over. He had been away a long time.

Kiane offered his arm to Lady Zywiec to escort her inside following the lead of the Dragon family.
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Jamesthemad

Whilst his charges were making last minute preparations, our large friend steps just outside the side room in which that was taking place; and takes several long moments to have a good look around, and watch the flow of the crowd into the Abbey itself. Noticing Marshal Amerys nearby, our neighbor steps near that worthy, and murmurs They weel be along. Eventually. Once this bit is done, we may at least sneak a wee bite o' sommat tae eat. An' o' course therre is th' casks fae taste-testin'. I'll be in need of a braw Irish tae help, ye noo. Have tae make sure tis th' good stuff, na a buncha horse tinkle. Having spoken thusly, our young Captain lays a conspiratorial finger along side his nose, and almost grins. With that, our friend waits for their charges to indicate readiness, before moving into the main area of the Abbey for the rituals.
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A.rose

She grinned a bit more as Elsy and Rae and Pagan joined them, she scooted over just a bit as there was a bunch of squishing going on. Then there were the introductions to be made naturally. "Er, Elsy, Rae Rae, Pagan my dears... this be Zeke... he's my uhm... " She glanced about the place to see if this would be the best time, or if later would be, but figured now was as good a time as any as nobody would dare make an outburst in a church on Cullans coronation day right?... right....
"Well he's rather my husband." She figured quick and easy like, and also had to share that news with Ellie too. "Zeke dear, this be my friends Elsbet, Raella and Pagan, and you met Ellie.." She gave a laugh lightly as she pulled out a small flask with a wink the ladies. "Lets say we drink every time one of them folk up there scowls about something, or Cully, er the King, makes a growly voice eh?"
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Matr

Mat struggled to keep the babies quiet. Well mostly just Anistasia, as Merlin was more behaved. Though he had been very vocal in pointing out his mother in the parade, feeling very proud of himself for declaring "ook Da Da, it Ma Ma!" Mat wasn't used to taking care of the children like this in such a public event. Normally his wife was there to help, or the nanny. Mat took Merlin off his shoulders and held the boy's hand as he toddled alongside him. He held little Ani in his other arm, while she babbled non stop about something she thought to be very important going on around them. He looked for a seat near friends and family, hoping to find something with a good view so that the children could both see the coronation of their grandfather.
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Lavea

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

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Lavea

Everyone was in place, all was ready. In the distance she heard a church clock sound one. It was time for the procession to begin.

She readied herself, and nodded to Taarna.

As the music started they began to walk up the aisle.

The Abbey as ever was truly beautiful. An artwork to the people of England who'd built her.

Lavea walked forward, carrying the cloth of gold. They rounded a small alter, coming into the quire, and the great alter came into view.
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Taarna

Ah, there was her cue. Nervously, Taarna cleared her throat and breathed in and out several times. She rubbed her hands together quickly, then smiled at the other singers.

"Now, let us do our best. This song is a very special one, written just for the King's procession down the aisle. We've been practicing it; we can do this. Just follow along with me and we shall do wonderfully! Let's honor our new King!"

As she saw the King start to walk down the aisle, she began to sing the Alleluia. Although the song started as a solo, the others joined in with her as the King and his Queen walked serenely down the aisle, followed by the rest of the attendants who would be participating in the Coronation ceremony.

Taarna was quite pleased to see that the song ended just as everyone seemed to be in their place. She closed her eyes, gave a sigh of relief, and then looked up. The King was looking at her, and seemed to be giving her a nod of approval. Bowing her head and smiling, she made her way quietly back to the Llewellynn family seats so that she could watch the Coronation ceremony.
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Pagan

What a miserable life! What a wretched day!

The coronation ceremony had barely begun and already Pagan felt as if time was moving backwards. Her fine lunchtime glow had receded and left her mired in the mid-afternoon muck of low tide, having to face the cruelest hours of all - the Sahara Desert Death March between two o'clock and clocking out.

And yet! The salvation was so near at hand, only a scant hand gesture away! But she couldn't nip from a flask in a church, how could she? For she had been taught that in doing so, Jah would most certainly smite her dead in her seat! Or failing that, the grim individuals of the Royal Guard would gently, but firmly, escort her blasphemous arse out of the church premises!

But then she saw a flask materialized in Alex's hand and a great deal of doubt shook her. Surely Alex, being a native here (wasn't she?) knew better? If Alex could take a nip from a flask in a church without having to fear Jah's retribution, surely Pagan could do it too? Surely Jah couldn't smite them all down? Nor those grim looking Royal Guards?

On a second though, there was nothing Jah or the guards could do any worse than the torment she was facing already. Pagan made a quick decision.

"I think I hear people scowling already, cover for me as I tie my bootlaces together!"

With this mysterious comment Pagan ducked down between the pews to more or less discreetly imbibe about half of her flask contents.
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Irish_dragons_

Kiane wrote:

Irish_dragons_ wrote:

Father Kiane should you not be with the rest of the Bishops?

Well of course you can sit with us. I just thought you were needed with the other bishops is all. Ok off we go.
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Rowan_ashenheart

Taking his place in line behind Zanlarrr, he waited as the Procession began to move up the aisle. He looked out and thought he saw his former Chieftain, the new King-Consort from Scotland arrived, with his bride, Queen Sheridan, Queen of Scots. As he prepared to walk, he wondered how things might have been different had Aqueron remained in Scotland as Chief instead of stepping down, so many years ago. He hoped that he might get a chance to speak with him during the festivities after.
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A.rose

Quote:

"I think I hear people scowling already, cover for me as I tie my bootlaces together!"

She gave a snicker as she glanced around to make sure nobody was watching what Pagan was doing as the woman imbibed. Surely Jah wouldn't strike them down for making a long ceremony a bit.... more enjoyable. It's not like they were harming anyone. She gave a low clearing of her throat as the procession was coming closer, just to give Pagan a bit of a warning.
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Melanie_bolton

--Applus_MacFlintlock wrote:

Lady Melanie guided them towards the Tudor family pew and it was indeed in a very good position. As they waited for the ceremony to begin, Applus noticed that Queen Sheridan and her husband also arrived. Applus whispered to lady Melanie,
My lady, it would seem Queen Sheridan and her husband have also come to attend the wedding. I am glad that they made it. I think it will send a strong message to our English friends, as both representatives from Galloway and Glasgow and the Queen have come to attend and pay their respects to the new English King. A good way to mutual friendship, wouldn't you say?

I noticed them, we Scots can't avoid being a bit noisy.

She giggled.

We will see how this benefits our relations, but I must admit, I'm afraid this will also weaken the relations with the irish part of the world. Don't you think? We will see what happens. I hope I can get to greet our King and Queen but not now since the ceremony is starting.

She smiled at him.

Angelina_holifard

Angie....Mat and their Babies sitting...bless his heart she thought watching him take care of both Merlin and Baby Ani...She made her way over to where her family was....she quietly sat down beside them and pulled Merlin onto her lap and took Mat's hand and squeezed it as they watched her Daddy became the King.
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Llyres

Robinoflocksley wrote:

As the page nodded and hurried off, Robin turned back to his family and Anne. "Sorry about that. Anne, these are our sons, Adam and Alex. Boss, this is Anne Solenn Wolback, Chambellan of Brittany, and the one who we met when we were stranded in Brittany."

Leading the group inside, the woodsman saw another familiar face. The Hungarian Ambassador seemed in awe at the large and ornate cathedral. "Lady Melodia? Why don't you come sit with us?" Looking at his family again, he induced everyone. "Lady Melodia, this is my wife, Llyres, our sons, Adam and Alex, and this is Brittany's Chambellan, Lady Anne Solenn Wolback. Everyone, this is the Hungarian Ambassador, Lady Melodia Pia Nissa."

Llyres was overjoyed to see Lady Anne and greeted her with a fond embrace. "We barely had time to visit at the Embassy Ball, maybe we can do better this time. I'd like to introduce you to Lady Revan Anne as well, wife of our Devon Count and a chancellor of the Devon Embassy." Robin had finished hailing a page and now brought over another lady. Llyres smiled as he introduced her so informally, that was his charm. The Devon Admiral curtsied as they were introduced, "Ambassador Nissa, it is a pleasure to meet you and this is Lady Revan Anne, will you all join us. The procession is about to begin."
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Kalens

As those ahead of him moved, so too did Kalens. He was very careful with the crown but couldn't help but smile a bit hearing the lovely singing. He glanced to either side out of the corners of his eyes. He wondered what some of the peers were thinking... a technical commoner of royal blood carrying the crown. He almost chuckled at the ire it raised in some.

He saw Aqueron .. who looked a little older in the 10 years at least sine he last saw him and then realized with the simple, yet elegant regalia.. it was Queen Sheridan beside him.

As he progressed down the aisle he saw Miki and winked. It also seemed Melanie and Applus were comfortable and enjoying the grandest spectacle of pomp England had.
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Amerys

Jamesthemad wrote:

She almost chuckled aloud at James' remarks, but stifled that and only nodded slightly, with a barely audible response. "Aye, I b'lieve I might join ye for a bit of that m'self, Captain."
These events always took a good while, but they seemed longer when one had to remain alert and aware of their surroundings the entire time. It was wearying.
The brief camaraderie had given Ame's spirits a little lift though and as she continued to wait she looked forward to the rest of the day.
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Eira

Eira felt shivers running up and down her spine as Taarna's voice soared through the abbey, other voices joined her and the a tapestry of song filled the church. The abbey was made for great occasions, and those that built it had cleverly wrought a space that amplified the slightest sound. It felt as if the song filled the space and uplifted the heart.

Walking with carefully measured step, timed to those who walked before her, she proceeded up the aisle. Despite her avid curiosity, she resisted the desire to turn her head and gawp at the gathered throng. There would be time to see who attended and greet friends later, for now she concentrated on not stumbling, or dropping the ampulla.
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Zeke_

He remained seated closely to Alex's side as his hand remained twined warmly to her own. He suddenly felt them squeezed down a wee bit as three other lasses came and joined them. He listened briefly recognizing their names from conversations he and Alex had presently had beforehand. His smile broadened against his face as he leaned forward a bit to give the lasses a brief nod. "Tis a pleasure to make ye ladies acquaintance.. I have heard nothing but high praise of ye all from this beautiful lass. Perhaps we can all share in a round later on and learn a wee bit more about another." He glanced to his wife with a eased gaze as he leaned forward to draw a lingering kiss against her temple as he settled back within his seat with her held to his side. He chuckled heartily as he caught glance of his love's flask being passed about as he slyly withdrew that of his own for a quickened swig,... No harm would be done in having a wee bit to pass the time here to what he assumed.. The flask remained within his grasp as he tapped it lightly against his knee as he focused on his beautiful wife and that of the proceeding ceremony and such occurring within that given time.

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Monsterix

Vigfast wrote:

Yes that is have been exiting day. Yes i have meet your fiancée Lynx, congratulations, but i haven't meet earlier Nynane. Nice to meet you. I think life is here bit different than in dark north, where most of us just stay our cabins do our daily work, here its much more life around.
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Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something. -Plato-

Zywiec

At Kiane's surprised look, Zywiec is unable to suppress a giggle, though she keeps it quiet and discreetly hidden behind her hand. She most likely won't admit that she, herself, had thought the small lad belonged to Irish, even though her brain knows the triplets are so much older. It seems time always passes faster than one realizes.
Before taking Kiane's arm, she makes one last quick check to make certain the Royal Canine Units are maintaining their measured intervals as they patrol the perimeter of the Abbey grounds. She makes certain two are stationed at each entrance as Irish leads their entire group into the Abbey to find a seat. Zyw is pleased to note they seat themselves in a pew so that she and Ranger are able to remain next to the aisle. While they watch the procession wend its way toward the altar, she links her arm with that of Kiane, thinking this is one of the very rare times when she is on duty yet Ranger is not her only companion.

Kristin

Krissy was so relieved when Cornish turned back and took hold of her hand. London always scared her when they came to visit, and this occasion made it worse, with the huge crowd and all. She held on as tight as she could and sat down in the place where he indicated.
Cornish, my love, please don't ever leave me behind like that ever again. Promise?
She leaned over to kiss his cheek. She wanted him to know she wasn't angry, but she had been really afraid of being alone in that crowd.
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Melodia.pia.nissa

She was impressed by the huge cathedral - in the meantime she felt lost more then ever since she had arrived. Where to go now, or where to sit? She looked around helplessly.

Fortunately, she heard a familiar voice from behind her shoulder. As she turned, she saw Robin approaching with his family and an unknown lady.

Robinoflocksley wrote:

"Lady Melodia? Why don't you come sit with us?" Looking at his family again, he induced everyone. "Lady Melodia, this is my wife, Llyres, our sons, Adam and Alex, and this is Brittany's Chambellan, Lady Anne Solenn Wolback. Everyone, this is the Hungarian Ambassador, Lady Melodia Pia Nissa."

Suddenly she felt an immense relief, mainly when Lady Llyres joined her husband and greeted her kindly, introducing one more Lady.

Llyres wrote:

"Ambassador Nissa, it is a pleasure to meet you and this is Lady Revan Anne, will you all join us. The procession is about to begin."

Nissa smiled back to everyone in the group.

- Lord Robin, thank Jah you find me in this huge crowd, there are so many people here...And thank you for the invitaion, I am glad to accept it.
- Lady Llyres, the pleasure is mine. I have been waiting for the occasion for a long time to meet you personally, and I am happy the time has come now.
Adam and Alex, nice to meet you too. - she smiled at the children. "Robin and Llyres must be very proud of them" -she thought to herself.

Then turned to the Chancellor of Brittany and curtsied politely.

- Enchanté, Madam. It is a pleasure to meet you. I hope your journey was pleasant from Brittany.

Finally she greeted Lady Revan.

- Milady, it's an honour to meet you, too.

Hardly had she finished her last sentence, when the bells rang again and an alleluia chant rang out. The procession started. Nissa took her seat quickly next to her new acquintances and followed the events excitedly.

Countess of the Tölgyerdei estates, Ambassador of the Hungarian Kingdom

Lark

She moved forward as her turn came, holding the sceptre as she would hold a sword on parade. The ache that began building in her shoulder reminded her that while she might be recovered from her long illness, she was still nowhere near the strength she used to have.

Hopefully this wouldn't take too long.
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Galrador

Amethise wrote:

"Ah, our Mercian dragon is fortunate indeed, in having not only one, but three doting mothers," she chuckled, "and we are all here today!" She slid along the pew slightly to make room. "Please do join me, I would be delighted to have some company," she smiled, "and I was hoping to have the opportunity to congratulate you on your groomsman role… it was excellent to see a well-known face up there in the wedding party!"

He laughed back at Amethise, as he seated at the place next to her. You three mothers surely raised on heck of a dragon. You should be proud of what you've done and I'm sure the rest of England must have enjoyed the show as well. He paused a bit and thought about her comment of him being one of the groomsmen. To be honest, I was a little suprised myself to be up there. I'm just glad I didn't make a complete fool out of myself up there. He chuckled a bit, as he heard the church clock and rumour in the back. It seems it's time for the next ceremony. Let's she if this is as quick as the first. He smiled, before turning and looking to the back of the Abbey.
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Aggnes.holifard

The page arrived just as they were about to join the procession, and Aggnes raised an eyebrow at the news. "That'll be interesting, I don't think I've ever met either of them. Right, lad, run and tell Lady Lavea. She'll need to adjust seating for the feast."
She turned back to Cullan - to her husband. "Don't worry about that, or anything else, till this is over," she said softly. "The team can handle it, that's what they're for, and they're good."
He looked tired already, and the way he'd been almost clinging to her hands worried her. A Cullan who wasn't fighting and insulting her was a Cullan with problems, and that needed sorting, right now. Just as she'd done for her councillors and other protégées when they needed support, really.
"That tea should start working very soon," she said even more softly. "Until then, hold on to my arm as hard as you like, that's what I'm here for. Together, remember?"
That was assuming it was the physical aspect that was the problem...
"You made the commitment to this job months ago. This is only the formality, the paperwork, for something you're already doing, and doing well. The hard part is already over, so don't stress about this."
Now she just had to hope that the idea of a compliment from her didn't throw him into shock. But they joined the procession without either of them falling over, and she was free to admire Taarna's singing as it filled the Abbey. The acoustics were wonderful, it sounded like angels singing from the high roof, as if the sculptures up there with their stone instruments had come to life.
The Abbey was full - well, a few empty family benches, where notables were abroad, or ill. She half-registered heraldry and faces as they processed up, but most of her attention was on Cullan, and on moving in that remarkable dress.
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Lynx_lynx

Lynx was doing her best to keep up with Vigfast and Nynane, it was so crowded she could hardly hear the thoughts in her own head and was thankful she could rely on Vigfast to lead her in the right direction.

When they were finally seated she drew a sigh of relief and looked around to see if she could recognise anyone when she heard her name and turned her head and noticed Monsterix by Vigfasts side.

Oh hello there Monsterix! What a pleasure to see you again! Where is your wife? I hope she is doing well, she said, probably sounding much happier than she would have during more normal circumstances, but feeling like she was alone with a whole nation of strangers made her delighted to find a familiar face.

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Amethise

Galrador wrote:

"Thank you," Amethise grinned, genuinely pleased by Galrador's enthusiastic response to their work. "I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and I trust that others did, too! For myself, I felt privileged to be part of the small contingent representing Mercia in the parade of dragons."

She shook her head slightly at his self-deprecating comment about being a groomsman. "You played your part to perfection," she smiled, "as indeed everyone in the wedding party did their part -- and you all looked so elegant!" After a brief pause, she continued thoughtfully, "I enjoyed the service. Once I'd adjusted to its rather unusual brevity, compared to previous weddings I've attended, I realised it was simple, touching, and really all that was needed. I doubt that the coronation will pass quite so swiftly, though… but I must admit that I enjoy the spectacle!"

As she spoke, music began to play, heralding the start of the procession. It was soon followed by singing: beautiful, almost ethereal voices seemed to ascend to the very rafters of the ancient building, then permeate throughout the whole vast space; a tingle ran down her spine as she listened.

Watching the procession make its way slowly up the aisle, she couldn't resist murmuring (lowering her voice, so as not to unduly detract from the proceedings), "Oh look, there's Lord Kalens!" She somehow stifled a childish urge to point…
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Tyg3r

Breena wrote:

"Indeed it is" he said in his best interpretation of a haughty noble with a sizable ego, yet unable to suppress a playful grin..
"My awesomeness aside, how are things down in Devon ? Are scones and tea still a thing ?" he inquired standing up, ready to clap in greeting the royal couple
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Arkrantos

Arkrantos realized as he reached the back of the Abbey that he was likely a little late. Certainly later than he had planned.

He drew the Sword slowly from the clothe the blacksmith had returned it to him in. Arkrantos knew the sword was ceremonial, but it was no excuse for it being blunt.

He found his spot and slotted in as the first sword to be presented.

Not too late thank Jah. He whispered to the bearer behind him.
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Annesolenn.wolback

Anne and Maewenn made their way to where Robin and Llyres were standing. She was happy to see them again and smiled broadly to his two sons when he introduced them. Then she hugged Llyres warmly .

It's been a long time since we saw each other! I'm glad to be here with you. It's such a happy day. I enjoyed the parade immensely.
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Angelrachel1119

Angel sat as quietly as she could lost in astonishment at how lavish the abbey truly was. Angel was taking everything in when she heard an angelic voice singing " Alleluia." She wasn't sure where the voice was coming from at first nor whom the enchanting voice belonged to. She looked about trying to figure out where and whom the voice belonged to. She was even more astonished when she realized the voice was coming from Taarna. Angel turned to Edwardus and in a hushed tone said, " I know her. She is a delightful lady." Angel resisted the urge to wave at Taarana and instead placed both her hands folded neatly upon her lap. If there was one thing Angel enjoyed more above riding her horse Beauty and drawing it was singing. Angel herself had an amazing voice but not many people knew about her hidden talent. She silently sang along with Taarana barely moving her lips so as to not draw any attention to herself.
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Lady_nynane

Monsterix wrote:

She makes a small courtesy and smiles Its a pleasure to finally meet you M'lord.

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Breena

Tyg3r wrote:

Grinning at Tyg's jest about tea and scones she nodded along with his assumptions. Oh yes! We have them every day. Blueberry scones are especially in season right now. She looked up at him and winked then followed his example in standing for the entrance of royalty.
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Siren

So much pageantry and spectacle yet Siren has missed it all. It's not her fault, but she is grumpy about it all the same. Right at the start of the parade a dog had run out in front of her horse, frightening her usually steady steed and causing it to rear up. Totally unprepared for this, Siren had managed to slide right off the horse and onto her bottom on the ground. This is not the first time that Siren has fallen off a horse, no indeed. She had fallen out of trees and off from rooftops too. This is the first time she has fallen as a pregnant noblewoman with an entourage however, and that is what complicated matters a great deal. Before she even had a chance to get her breath back enough to say 'ow', her guards were around her and carrying her off out of sight. She was taken straight to the house of a local doctor and things were explained to the learned man. Siren kept on trying to say that she was fine, but the good physician insisted on giving her a thorough check over, muttering that she was foolish to be on horseback in her advanced state of pregnancy and that she could have lost the child. That last admonition was enough to silence all of her other protests and cause to her place her hands protectively on her belly. He was right of course and she should have probably taken more care. So while all the fun was going on outside, her guards were recapturing her horse and she was stuck inside. Eventually she was cleaned up and fixed up so she was able to leave.

She makes it to the Abbey just in time for the coronation but is heartbroken to have missed the wedding.

"And I was so looking forward to that too!" She mutters and earns herself a harsh glare and a shush from someone nearby.

Frowning, she sits down and then winces. She manages not to make another sound but she does sit forward a bit, taking her weight off her poor bruised bottom.
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Tahsa

They stood as the procession began to lead into the grand Abbey. She had to remember to stop fidgeting with her bodice, so she kept her hand in Aluns and her left hand in a hidden pocket she had made in her gown. The green rock felt cool to her touch as she passed it through her hand, occasionally it would hit the newly acquired ring that sat on her finger.

She was able to look around better in the sea of heads and shoulders to spot a few folks she knew. Breena, who she hadn't seen in a long while was there talking to a fine looking gentleman. She smiled at them, assuming that they were a couple. A little further up was Galrador and Amethise. Oooooo goodness, she said softly. Would that be a new start for them as well? Nothing like a wedding to make everyone appear to be couples she had thought. Letting go of Alun's hand, she gave a small wave to Galrador and Amethise.

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Cullan

Cullan huffed again, staying silent. His mind was full of the Scots arrival. Why were they here? Would we be able to compensate? And just how did it work up there? Five queens...Something he'd never heard of when he was a boy.

He also had a wife and a coronation to attend to. Turning his attention back to what was happening, he heard her last whisper. She sounded almost...kind. Something was wrong. Indigestion, maybe...This was a big day for the both of them. The tea was helping his. He whispered a soft 'thank you' to her, and squeezed her hand. He didn't know what else to do, her emotion was something he didn't understand.

As they walked down the aisle, he wondered how long of his life he'd have to spend at the ceremony. The wedding was delightfully short, but he couldn't guarantee the coronation would. If it was up to him, he'd get a crown between the first round and the second - borne by one of the Dragon Guards.

Finally to the throne...At least he could sit now.
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King_aqueron

After taking their seats both Aqueron and Sheridan clasped their hands together, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it affectionately. It was rare the two of them could get a moment alone, and though they were inside a magnificent abbey with dozens if not hundreds of guests, there was no one demanding their time, and they cherished the small comfort of that. Of course watching the pageantry of the ceremony was something to behold.

A sword, a sceptre, a golden eagle, followed by a host of attendants some of which Aqueron thought he recognized. Three in particular that he would try and speak to once the opportunity presented itself, but it was Rowan that he could claim more than a simple acquaintance. A friend from many years ago, so many that it seemed like a lifetime, in fact it was a very different life than either of them had now. Sheridan watched the faces of those who carried the symbols and jewels of the English monarch, destined for the head of King Cullan just as her own bore a similar crown. One of fine gold but that weighed heavier with responsibility than the precious stones set into it. Once the King and his wife entered she stood with the others but had to pluck at Aqueron's arm to get him to stand.

"Sorry dear...lost in thought", he whispered.

It was a goal from the start, for Aqueron, to study the face of this man Cullan who would be king the largest and arguably the most prosperous kingdom aside from France. Though in terms of a unified kingdom none could compete with England. It was of this Aqueron was most jealous, and he sighed thinking of what a task it would be to accomplish this but Sheridan squeezed his hand and he smiled at her. Turning his mind now to the coronation they both watched as the king approached his throne.

Please forgive me, I am posting for us both as the forum and nodes are not being kind to us.

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Patan

Having ridden to the Abbey, Patan had dismounted and taken her place to watch the wedding. It was definitely an unusual ceremony, especially the fighting off a dragon part, and there'd seemed to be a bit of a...er..discussion between the happy couple. At least, she presumed they were a happy couple, since they kissed each other's hands quite charmingly at the end.

Then everyone filed inside the Abbey and found their places - either a seat or a few of them to the back to fulfill their duties. Patan made her way through the crowd, searching for the others...she'd be happy to sit with either the Devon Navy or the Templars, whichever she came across first, but hoped they might be grouped together, as they had ridden. Spotting a few of the Templars, she joined them, feeling thankful both to sit down and to be able to get a good view of where the King would be crowned.
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Sythe

As they entered the Abbey, Sythe had taken his position while the King prepared his procession. He noticed Chancellor Applus on his way in, giving him a nod as he continued his escort, and didn't mind that there were foreign guests that he knew. When he took his place near the aisle he noticed some others he didn't recognize, reminding himself to keep alert but believing that all would be well. He remained at attention as a Royal Guard, but couldn't help enjoying himself as the coronation continued.
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Amerys

As the King and Queen began to move up the aisle Amerys quietly left them and took position to one side of the great church. There'd be more of the Royal Guard and plenty of KotR and others nearer to their Majesties.
Here though, she could watch the remainder of the procession as well as having a view of the observers. And as her eyes scanned the crowded cathedral she settled on one bench in particular - a bevy of troublemakers in the making, and well known to her. But rather than a stern glare a tiny smirk appeared as she watched Pagan, Rae and Els, a part of her wishing she could join in their shenanigans.

But not today.
Her attention turned back to the procession and she scanned the line still waiting, spotting Rowan further back. She was so proud of him - of his bearing, his attention to duty, of the respect he showed to the throne.
The olive branch he would present was symbolic, a hope of peace for the nation. But peace required strength, too, and, all else aside, Amerys thought it was not inappropriate for a military leader to carry the object - especially one who, she knew, preferred to have peace.
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Jamesthemad

As the Procession had begun to step off, our large neighbor moved into the main part of the Abbey, walking up the main aisle until he reached the Great Altar. Here, he turned left and stopped just before the columns at that side. Turning to face toward the pews, James settled in, still at rigid attention, to await the Procession. His only movement after that was to send a formal nod of greeting toward the Scots Royals, when he thought either might be looking in his direction.
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Octavia.moonlit

Octavia had been working hard in her new medicine lab when she had received an invitation to the Coronation of the new King, Cullan. She hastily finished her work and quickly made her way to her home to prepare for the ceremony.
On her way she passed her cows that were busy grazing, they looked up at her curiously, perhaps wondering why she was in such a hurry.
After making herself ready she began her journey to the coronation. Once she arrived she took a quick look around at the buzzing scene in front of her before entering. Once inside she noticed one or two familiar faces. After taking a seat she recalled meeting the King vaguely while he was visiting Holywell and wondered if he would recognize her in the sea of loyal subjects.

Lavea

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

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Lavea

The King was at the front. Moving from one reign to the next. The Coronation was ago.

My those facepaints had done wonders for Aggnes

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Raella

She never had a moment to welcome Pagan to their bench, for as soon as her friend arrived, Alex, way too casually, introduced them to the man seated beside her.

What?? Raella whispered harshly as she stared, shocked, at Alex and her new husband. It was right that instant that Pagan started boozing it up in the Abbey and the procession passed by them down the aisle. They were going to get kicked out of here for sure. She straightened in her seat long enough to wait until the procession had passed, then leaned forward again and watched, open-mouthed in disbelief, as Alex and Zeke cuddled like newlyweds on the bench. Nay, not like newlyweds, as newlyweds.

Raella dared not press them further as the coronation was about to commence, but she widened her eyes and set her lips in a tight line, giving Alex a look that said, "You better explain yourself later. In -full- detail."

It didn't matter how long the coronation ceremony was to be now. To Raella, it would feel like ages, regardless. She held an open palm out to Pagan and pleaded with her eyes for a sip out of that flask.
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Edwardus

Edwardus sat quietly as music filled the air, indicating the start of the coronation procession. The Abbey then filled with a familiar voice singing sweetly. He looked around to see Lady Taarna singing. He had not known that she could sing. A voice from beside him broke his concentration. It was not loud but very soft and hushed.

"I know her. She is a delightful lady."

Edwardus turned towards Miss Whittaker and nodded. He replied to her in the same hushed voice as not to bother the other guest.

"Yea. She is a very nice lady and her husband-to-be too is a nice man."

He turned back his attention to the procession. He did not quite understand it as it was foreign to him. He had never been to a coronation before. He watched as a line of people walked along the aisle to the front each carrying an item in their hands. He saw the King and the Queen. He recognized them as He had travelled in an entourage with the Queen, before she became queen, and he had met the King in the taverns before he became King.
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A.rose

She glanced over at Rae as the woman whispered, and gave her a oh so charming and sweet smile before turning to look at the procession. She gave them her full attention and was tempted to toss something at Cullan but thought better of it, that'd get them kicked out for sure at the very least, she did however raise her hand just slightly to give Kalens a bit of a wave. She was pleased to see that he was part of the happenings for sure.

She got comfortable again as it was time to actually pay attention and try hard not to turn it into a majorly crazy party, but just a slight one. She couldn't help but wonder if Raes expression could constitute a scowl, and if so it was reason enough to drink. She lowered her head slightly, and raised her hand to her mouth to hide the small sip she took before handing the flask down the line to the ladies. Well now to focus on what was happening in the front.

She had a feeling there would be a great deal many questions later, and she glanced at Zeke giving him a silent i'm sorry look.
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Monsterix

Lynx_lynx wrote:

Oh hello there Monsterix! What a pleasure to see you again! Where is your wife? I hope she is doing well, she said probably sounding much more happy then she would have in more normal circumstances, but feeling like she was alone with a whole nation of strangers made her delighted to find a familiar face.

Hello Lynx, yes its nice to meet familiar faces cause i was bit lost before i notice Vigfast is here. Atleast i havent get used to see so much people around me. My wife she is doing well, we have been bit busy in our life, lots to do,

Lady_Nynane wrote:

She makes a small courtesy and smiles Its a pleasure to finally meet you M'lord.

Monsterix Bow to Lady Nynane, nice to meet you, hope you have enjoyed to be here coronation, if you ask from me there is bit crowded, but its good. All wants to be part of it.
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Jasminth

Arriving from Western Wales she entered the abbey, Jasminth was in time for the next ceremony..the Kings Coronation. To her finding a seat didn't mater, as long as she was here. Jas cheerful clapped for a newly married couple and was content to mingled with others.
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Aggnes.holifard

With Cullan safely seated in the Chair of Estate, Aggnes withdrew to her own much smaller seat behind and to one side, but still looking out over the congregation. She wouldn't be needed until near the end of proceedings. With all the object-holders lined up and ready to go, she wondered how long it would be before Bishop Gawain started the ceremony. Maybe he was waiting for more people to arrive?
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Tyg3r

"I fear I will never understand your lot's cuisine, how can you even survive without proper ale ?" he inquired pleased that she'd taken the joke to heart or at the least acted with tact rather than the often outraged reactions his criticism of southern food and beverages he was used to during his journeys in Sussex or Devon.

"Oh, look, there be men in skirts.." he said quietly, his grin renewed as he spotted what seemed to be a fair amount of scotsmen and women, dignitaries here to express their well wishes for England's new king no doubt "Do you reckon they're here as entertainment ? Perhaps to declaim some of their famed neutrality in odes and poems ? I heard they've several queens up there nowadays.." he added in a hushed voice
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Amethise

A slight movement in the congregation caught Amethise's eye; glancing around, she saw Tahsa, giving a small wave in her direction. She smiled warmly and nodded an acknowledgement, raising her hand a little in return.

As the stately procession reached the altar and the principals took their places for the coronation, she sat back to listen and watch closely.
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Gawain59

Bishop Gawain watched as King Cullan and his procession made its way towards him.

Once the King had reached the altar and taken his seat on the throne , the Bishop then walked to the four corners of the Abbey in turn and tapping his crozier on the ground three times at each corner, he clearly announced:

“I here present unto you, His Majesty Cullan Holifard, your undoubted King.”

He then returned to the altar.

"My family under Jah, citizens of England and dearly beloved neighbours with whom I share this home of England, look now upon our liege, His Majesty Cullan Holifard, our undoubted King."

He then awaits for the King to kneel before the altar, the Cloth of Gold to be presented by Lavea, and then the five Swords of State to be presented by those bearing them.
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Anneke

Having admired the members of the procession as they passed by, and oohed and aahed at the dragons, Anneke had drawn near to the Abbey steps to watch the wedding. It had seemed quite short to her, but it went well and she smiled at the way the bride and groom had kissed each other's hands.

At the end, she nearly got swallowed up in the crowd, and nearly had to elbow somebody...well, a couple of somebodies, actually...in the side so that she could get past them, through the mass of people and up the steps. Collecting herself and taking a breath, she walked sedately into the Abbey and found herself a seat. It wasn't an especially good seat, to be honest, given that it was slightly to one side and almost out of sight of the altar. But that "almost" was important, because she could just about see it and what was happening. She made herself as comfortable as she could - luckily they had provided cushions for all the seats, so she wasn't going to get numb by sitting on just the wood - and craned her neck to look around at the crowds while they waited. Eventually, the King reached the throne and sat down, and all fell silent as the Bishop began the service.
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Lavea

Knowing kneeling might not be the easiest thing Lav curtsied to the King, saying

"Here is the cloth of gold, a gift to Jah, a representation of the treasure that is England, a country and a people worth more than gold, more than silver, more than life itself."

Having presented it to the King she placed it reverently on the alter, knelt once in respect, then rose and resumed her place at the side.
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Breena

Tyg3r wrote:

Hmmmm, proper ale? I do believe we have proper ale, at least in Dartmouth. Perhaps you've just not visited the right towns. Next time bring yourself farther west. Bree looked around at Tyg's next comment when Bishop Gawain started the service. She took a seat and nodded to Tyg in acknowledgement that she'd seen the Scottish contingent.

Skirts, you say? You know, some find men's kilts very becoming. There is always that puzzlement about what is worn under them... Bree got lost in thought for a moment then recollected herself. Don't be so cynical, Tyg. I believe we're here for their entertainment. She grinned at him and thought for a moment about Scottish royalty. Several Queens. Now that could make for a very interesting negotiations party, don't you think?
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Arkrantos

Arkrantos stepped forwards, holding the Sword in his left hand, being his shield arm. The sword stood upright as he approached the altar, the light catching the blade and various decorations and gems.

As he stopped at the altar, he slowly rotated his wrist until the sword lay vertical. The blade extended right and was supported by the cloak covering his right arm. Newly sharp, Arkrantos did not want to catch himself on the blade.

He slowly held his arms out and placed the blade upon the altar while reciting the words he had memorised.

I do hereby place this Sword of Offering before His Majesty. May he use it to protect the good and punish evil.

Long live the King.

He stepped back slowly, not turning his back from the Altar as he returned to his place in the procession.
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Cullan

when asked, Cullan slid himself to his knees. Thankfully it was placed close enough he needn't crawl to get to it. There were some small miracles. He bent his head reverently, folding his hands in his lap as Arkrantos brought the sword forward. With the Speaker already carrying a sword as a Count, the Clerk was the only other completely elected leader of the government of England. The King kept his face blank, but he wondered just what he should do to thank each person he'd asked to his coronation.
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Pagan

Pagan was about halfway through the flask when it hit her. Hhhhowwwwhhh! Uh-oh-cough-uhh-huhh-huhh! That was like... taking a big bite out of the sun! Jah's vengeance in a flask! The world blurred, Oh no I'm going blind now! but it was only tears flowing out of her eyes. Whatever the fishy peddler had sold her as 'real Irish whiskey', it was potent stuff all right, burning a hole straight through her guts!

Or in other words, excellent stuff. Only it would have been even nicer if it came with a mug of ale on the side to suffocate the fiery inferno in her stomach. Hopefully there were no candles nearby...

When she had recuperated enough to regain awareness of her surroundings, the first thing she saw was Rae's pleading eyes and open palm. Suppressing her first reaction to squeeze the flask protectively against her chest she reluctantly planted the flask on Rae's palm.

"Just... a tiny taste", she wheezed in a voice so thin and breathless she didn't recognize it as her own. To be fair she was more concerned about the remaining time of the ceremony than Rae's plumbing - it was, after all, a small flask.
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Eddward

Eddward waited until after Arkrantos had finished presenting his sword and moved back into the procession before stepping forward himself. He bowed as he approached the altar, sword carefully balanced on both his hands, and then placed the sword on the altar.

"I do hereby place this Sword of Temporal Justice before His Royal Majesty. This sword symbolizes the Crown's relationship with the State. Long live our King."

Eddward then followed Arkrantos's lead by stepping back from the altar and resuming his former place.
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Kitsada

Kit had not started to feel nervous until the procession started up the center of the church. Then, she had all these panicked ideas that she might drop the sword, or trip on her robes, or forget what she was supposed to say, or some other disaster. Her mind was able to come up with many such scenarios on her way up the aisle, but she was wise enough to keep these thoughts off her face, as she tried to project the calm and serious mein the ceremony required.

She took extra care on final steps, approaching the altar and the King in what she hoped was a reverential manner, her head bowed slightly. She carried the sheathed sword flat across her arms, and set it carefully down upon the altar, saying the words she'd memorized in a clear strong voice.

This sword symbolizes the Sovereign's relationship with the Church.

Long live the King.

As she backed away slowly, she wondered why she'd been chosen to bear that particular sword when she was not a particularly religious woman, and decided that it did not mean anything, that there were the four swords to be presented, and four Counts of England, and they'd just been parcelled out, most likely. She then took her place in the procession and watched as the ceremony continued.
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A.rose

Having caught sight of Pagan and the womans expression and gaspyness and so of course leaned over and gave her a few good thunks on the back, "Easy lass Easy"

She glanced about to make certain that nobody was paying them any heed, and gave a sigh of relief as everyone seemed focused on what was happening up front with the Coronation. Good good, that meant they most likely wouldn't be asked to leave.

Easing back on the seat again as she pondered what was in the flask that Pagan was drinking from, the stuff sure did seem to have quite the kick, especially as she knew that woman could handle anything tossed at her. She'll have to ask later, may need to stock up on some of it.
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Taarna

Taarna watched in rapt attention as the ceremony proceeded. She had never before been to the coronation of a king; in fact, until last year, she'd never even met kings, queens, princes or princesses.

A lot had changed over the past year.

And it was good. Yes, she nodded to herself as she watched the ceremony continue, it was very, very good.
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Noodle

After Eddward stepped back from the altar, Noodle approached and presented the Sword of Mercy.

This sword symbolizes the Mercy a Monarch must show to the people and enemies of the state, and their duty to not wrongfully kill them.

Noodle steps back from the altar and returns to his former position.
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Angelrachel1119

Angel watched quietly as each magnificient sword was brought forth. She had never been to a coronation before and was grateful Lady Eira had invited her to London for the event.
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Zanlarrr

Once it was Zanlarrr's turn to present, he processed down the aisle, and arriving before the King, he knelt down and with both hands, presented the Sword he was bearing.

“Yer Majesty, this sword symbolizes the power of a Monarch to use the might of the state against its enemies, and their duty to preserve thus right and peace.”

Once it was presented, Zanlarrr rose back to his feet, bowed to the King, and withdrew, slipping away to go and join Revan_anne and the rest of his friends.
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Rowan_ashenheart

He followed Zanlarrr and presented the King with an olive branch. He felt it was fitting on several levels. As an Admiral and military man, to bear the fruit of peace, but also between he and the King personally. The gods knew that they'd had their run-ins and even ran against one another for the throne. He had been honored to be asked to do this service, and he had gladly accepted it. He bore no ill will to the man. There was much to respect, even if they did still disagree from time to time.

Speaking clearly, Majesty, a representation o' peace that ye may bring and hold to England, and o' the bitter food the dove preferred in the Service of Jah to the sweet foods of Man, remembering always stay on the righteous path, even when the way is bitter.

He smirked a bit at the mention of Jah, knowing the King's irreverence. He placed the branch on the altar, knowing it would be used again in the service. His duty complete, he bowed to the King and esteemed guests on the dais, backed carefully down and then went to find a seat near Ame.
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Taliesin1017

The wedding had been short, but Tali hadn't been paying too much attention. He had been trying to decide if he should go inside to watch the coronation. Biting his lip, he shifted from foot to foot as he realized that the wedding was over far sooner than he'd expected it to be, and he still hadn't reached a decision. Finally, he decided to follow the crowd, grabbing Hazel's hand after making certain that she'd grabbed his harp again from the float, and standing quietly in the back, content to just be a witness to an event he doubted he'd see again. And perhaps he could tell a story of it, though it looked as if all of England was here to witness the occasion.
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Sheridan_campbell

The ceremony continued and Sheridan and Aqueron watched the pageantry quietly. She was aware of a few murmurs around them and eyes that lingered upon their group. Her lips pressed more firmly together as she fought to keep her face a mask of serenity. She hated being the subject of gossip, but she was finding since being thrust into the limelight from her new position that there was no escaping people’s speculation.

It had been some time since she had last been on English soil but she assumed sentiment about the Scottish was about the same and the Scots felt about the English. Oh there would always be those who needed to try to start a fight where there was none, but Sheridan sincerely hoped this would be the beginning of closer relations between the two countries.

Just before the service began, Sheridan allowed her eyes to wander briefly and she spotted a tall man standing at attention towards the side. When their eyes met, he gave her a formal nod, which she returned with a hint of a smile on her lips before returning her eyes back to the front.

There were several small groups clustered around that spoke in hushed whispered, yet in such a place there was still a slight echo. She made a note for her own upcoming coronation that the guards should be instructed to fling old haggis at those who chose to be disruptive. Her lips quirked at the corners as she fought the urge to laugh at the image. Haggis might be a bit too much…

The ceremony continued and just after the King had knelt at the altar, someone burst forth with a fit of coughing. Sheridan could feel her eyebrows rise in surprise at the caterwauling that could come out of a person. She allowed herself a glance at Aqueron who met her gaze. They both shook their heads before returning their attention to the ceremony. After the first sword was presented and then another, Sheridan grew curious. She assumed this was an English custom, though the King only had two hands, aye? How many would there be? Still, she enjoyed the symbolism behind each. It was, after all, traditions that helped to bind a people together.
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Gawain59

Bishop Gawain picked up the olive branch from the altar and he then dipped it into water which had been blessed. Raising it above the King's head, he spoke to the congregation:

"People of England - nobles and clergy, officials and councillors, artisans and farmers - be welcome in this holy place as we gather today. Be joyful as we celebrate the installation of England's newest monarch by the Grace of Jah, Cullan Holifard the First."

Shaking the branch slightly so some blessed water was sprinkled upon His Majesty, he began to pray.

"Jah, it is by your will that Cullan stands before us as King of this land. We ask that you give him your continued blessing, and that you allow him to serve England to the best of his abilities. Enlighten him and grant him the wisdom he needs to be the shining light of his kingdom. Let him continue to demonstrate strength, courage and determination. Fill him with the attributes lauded in the Book of Virtues and shared by the Prophets and the Saints; guide his moral path towards solar paradise. Be always with him as he performs his duties in the interests of the English people, and grant his kingdom with security and prosperity in these troubled times; by your grace, may his reign see England's glory shine around the globe. Let us remember that it is you, almighty Jah, that leads and protects all those who inhabit this mortal world; and you have chosen Cullan to be your blessed servant and representative. And so we do anoint him in your name."

He continued on to the oath.

"Cullan, the time has come for you to swear the oath. As your humble servant, and as a Bishop of the Reformed Aristotelian Church, I now ask you to reflect upon the burden of kingship and your obligations to your people."

"Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the People of England according to their laws and customs? Will you in your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all of your judgments? To protect the realm from all foreign enemies and to provide internal peace and security in this Kingdom? To keep sacred the religion of Aristotle in England?”
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Cornishbluebird

Kristin wrote:

*I cupped my hands against her cheeks as i kissed her back*

"Forgive me, i didn't mean to let go of you.. but you are right, i promise i won't leave you behind like that again"

*I leaned forward and kissed her*

*i sat back up, smiled and looked around at the crowds.. i could see in the sitting crowd my dear cousin Irish, and my old friend Father Kiane.. unsure if they could see me i waved anyway, my tankard slightly splashing as i did so*
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Drestakil

Having found a seat next to Cornish, Drestakil sat back to enjoy the ceremony. The last time he had been here was as a participant...King Darienbalintyne's coronation. Now he could sit and watch other people be uncomfortable in their unaccustomed roles.

He surreptitiously tapped Cornish's barrel, nodding his thanks. He could see none of his family here, which was just as well. His last...adventure?...had left something of a sour taste in the mouths of the rest of the family. He smiled to himself, while following the ceremony. Hopefully, they would get past it and get on with other things. Which reminded him...he would need to stop in at Hartlebury Castle and see how the renovation was coming along.
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Cullan

Cullan raised his eyes to the Bishop, suddenly nervous. Was he really doing this? Was this happening? Would he be a good King? He had criticized almost every King...could he do any better?

All he could do was try. With a clear, raised voice, he spoke.

"I, Cullan Holifard, solemnly promise an' swear ta govern th' People 'a England according ta our laws an' customs. I will in my power cause Law an' Justice, in Mercy, ta be executed in all of my judgments. Ta protect th' realm from all foreign enemies an' ta provide internal peace an' security in this Kingdom. To keep sacred the religion of Aristotle, an' all others, in England. I swear this in the name of Jah and before the people of this great nation"
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Lady_nynane

Monsterix wrote:

Monsterix Bow to Lady Nynane, nice to meet you, hope you have enjoyed to be here coronation, if you ask from me there is bit crowded, but its good. All wants to be part of it.

She smiles and nods in agrement Yes its crowded seems everyone wants to be here. Oh and look are they laying down their swords now. She stretches her neck to see a little better.

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Amerys

Her eyes followed Rowan as he made his way to a seat close by her. They didn't speak or give a sign to one another, but she was glad of his nearness.
Then she looked back toward the altar as the oath was administered.
"To keep sacred the religion of Aristotle, an' all others, in England."
She blinked briefly in surprise at the King's response. It was a departure from the oath, but well spoken. Perhaps, in this sense, it was good that Cullan seemed to hold to no particular religion himself. "T'was well done, and as it should be," she thought.
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Nivera

Nivera always loved the presentation of the symbols of office. It felt so long ago that she was arranging the swords for her brother's day, so seeing it all now made missing him more intense. He would have enjoyed this very much.

She stretched to see more of the ceremony. Everything was beautiful! She hoped this would be the beginning of a long, peaceful reign.
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Tyg3r

Breena wrote:

"Well there wasn't any last I passed through, but time changes everything" he said turning his attention to the front of the abbey where items of great significance were presented and an oath was taken by the king
"As for your infatuation with manskirts m'lady Winchendon, I shall do my utmost to pretend I did not hear of it" he said in mock seriousness without facing her, acting as if the most awfully blasphemous words had reached his ears
"Hmm, interesting is one word for it. Keeping one woman entertained for any measure of time is hard enough, several of them at once, and queens no less... I'm not sure whether I should be envious of ambassadors or pity them" he added shortly, as he realized time did not change the coronation protocol. It was every bit as boring as the first time
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Aggnes.holifard

She heard the slightly amended oath, and nodded to herself. As she'd suggested - much better than leaving Jah out of it. Under her breath, she whispered her own amended version, though only a very good lip-reader could have made it out.
"I, Aggnes Holifard, solemnly promise and swear to govern the People of England according to our laws. I will in my power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all of my judgments and advice. To protect the realm from all enemies and to provide internal peace and security in this Kingdom. To keep sacred all religions in England. I swear this in the name of Jah." After all, as Heir and Queen, she would speak with the King's voice, and so had the same responsibilities. "In front of the people" was irrelevant, if technically true. Jah would hear her.
Later, there would be her own public oath, but that was much more limited.
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Eurydice

Eurydice entered the hall in silent way, not to be noticed and not to disturb the ceremony going on.
Lots of people were around, all looked very excited and interested in the events going on in front of altar.
Eurydice took a humble seat in the corner, at the same time she could see Agness dressed in very nice way, with very nice dress, smiling and observing all people around her. Eurydice could remember the Lady who is the Queen right now, she also met with King Cullan who was giving his great visit in Holywell, staying long time in tavern to meet people. They both looked a bit worried but with happy smiles on their faces..
"...The new King, the New Queen and the New Life..." Lets hope they will be happy with what they have have and get lots of experiences from that. This nice couple of King and Queen is promising a lot of new changes.. Good luck to them both and long life!"
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Alunbier

Tahsa wrote:

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Alun watched as Tahsa seemed to be fidgeting with something in what seemed to be a concealed pocket within her gown. Feeling reluctant to ask what she was doing he commented on the seemingly lack of love that the newly wedded royal couple seemed to be expressing. Wrapping his arm around Tahsa's slender waist he whispered. I do hope the coronation doesn't take too long. I'm beginning top wish we were back at Catton. I'm sure we could find some entertainment there. he said with a cheeky grin on his face and his tongue in his cheek.

Feeling desperate to know just what she was doing he submitted to his over inquisitive mind and whispered again in her ear. Darling. Please tell me to mind my own business if this question isn't appropriate but, just what is it you have in that,pocket is it? that you can't seem to stop playing with.
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Breena

Tyg3r wrote:

"Well there wasn't any last I passed through, but time changes everything" he said turning his attention to the front of the abbey where items of great significance were presented and an oath was taken by the king.
"As for your infatuation with manskirts m'lady Winchendon, I shall do my utmost to pretend I did not hear of it" he said in mock seriousness without facing her, acting as if the most awfully blasphemous words had reached his ears
"Hmm, interesting is one word for it. Keeping one woman entertained for any measure of time is hard enough, several of them at once, and queens no less... I'm not sure whether I should be envious of ambassadors or pity them" he added shortly, as he realized time did not change the coronation protocol. It was every bit as boring as the first time.

Bree nudged Tyg's shoulder with her own at his comment of her infatuation. Now Tyg, I said "some people" not me in particular, although I don't mind them near as much as you do. Some men can just pull off a kilt! Well, not pull off...you know what I mean!

Bree blushed and nudged Tyg's shoulder again, trying to get him to loosen up. You know, we of the fairer sex aren't so bad. At least some of us aren't. Your experience seems to inform you otherwise but truly, some of us are actually kind of nice. She threw a sidelong glance and grin his way as the King and Queen said their oaths.
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Khristian

Khristian finally arrived after several detours. The City was bathed in festivity. It wasn't easy, but he managed to find a spot where he could observe the Grant Event.

Tahsa

Alunbier wrote:

The King and Queen had said their oath's, while the whole of The Abbey looked on with eager interest. Would this bring about some change in England or would this be as it has been in the past? To say that the wedding was uneventful would be a lie, with the dragons and the seemingly upset Groom and Bride, though they did their best to try and hide it. Surely this was not a match of love, was it? Love would stand in the way of ruling a country, wouldn't it? She was lost in thought, rolling the green stone around in her hand when Alun had whispered to her in question as to what she was doing.

She was startled a bit that someone had seen her nervous habit. Pulling her hand out of her pocket, she showed Alun the green stone that he had laid on her table at Chrismos time. Our stone, she said in a quiet voice. She smiled up at him. It calms me when Im nervous.

She looked around a bit, to see how much longer they had. Do you think it will be long? We can go home then if you want. They surely would not miss us at the feast after, would they?

Truth be known, she was not one for crowds, a small gathering, yes those were much nicer. She wondered if she was the only one who was uncomfortable here today, she was use to a much quieter way of life it seems.
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Taarna

It was pagentry, and show, and tradition. But...at the same time, it was a Promise, a public display of that promise, for everyone that attended, to see...and she saw that, now that she was here. Now that she, herself, was witnessing the crowning of a King, the beginning of a new rule, she could see that it was, indeed a promise - from the new King, to his subjects, to the land, to Jah - that he would rule well, wisely, and to the benefit of this country.

She watched the ceremony, entranced. There was much symbolism in it, and she doubted that most people, including the church, would understand the pagan roots from which much of the symbolism originated. She was also comforted when she heard the King swear fealty to England. The words were....good. They included everyone. That was good. The King should protect everyone.

Well, at least at her and Steei's wedding they wouldn't have to worry about this part. Not much longer until her own wedding...hopefully her ceremony would be a wee bit longer, though! She smiled and kept watching as the coronation continued.
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Jessa.jane

She took in every thing that happened with curiosity. It was all so interesting how tradition and progress moved together hand in hand. She wondered how the King and Queen felt when they first witnessed a coronation as well if they had, back then, saw this in their future. Was it some thing they thought of, dreamed of? Then she glanced at those around her thinking one day any one of them could as well be Kings or Queens.

She squeezed her husband's hand lovingly, thinking she had every thing she could ever dream or would hopefully when they were ready to carry on the Wallace-Tudor blood line. However she also knew life was filled with the unexpected and she would welcome that as well.

As she focused again on the coronation she heard both the king and queen saying their oaths and knew she must keep her attention as soon she as well as all nobles would have to do their part as well.
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Gawain59

Bishop Gawain turns and retrieves from the altar a fine ornamented edition of the Book of Virtues.

"Here is Wisdom. Here is Strength when the weight grows heavy. Here is Solace when the Nameless One besieges. May the Peace of Jah guide your hand and guard your steps, and through you, safeguard England. Amen.”

He then presents it to the King.

He then looks towards Catriona Mackenzie and beckons to her to come forward to say the blessing.
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Richy.

Richy had been mostly reserved to himself, silently situated at the end of the Royal Embassy pew in the first row, as he kept a watchful eye of the events unfolding. While he had hoped to see the royal union, he was forced to abstain from the wedding; not because he wasn't happy for the two--he was. Richy knew both Aggnes and Cullan quite well, and, while polar opposites, he believed this unique attraction would be a bond held until their graves...or one of theirs at least. But with his attention needed in the Embassy and the Court of Appeals, he had little time for himself, so, instead, chose to divide his morning between his duties and readying for the coronation.

As the Procession marched along the aisle, he spotted quite a few familiar faces, their collective English pride streaking in all its glory. Despite the controversy surrounding the King-elect, the number of attendants only confirmed the value the English public placed on fealty to King and Country above personal bias and politics. Such integrity embodied true unity.

The Chancellor scanned the pews, noting the whereabouts of their foreign guests. One particular individual, Queen Sheridan, stood out among many, and it was evident that her mere presence, in light of the current political situation in Scotland, attracted many wandering eyes. Chancellor Applus of Glasgow and Chancellor Melanie Bolton of Galloway were also quickly visible from the Tudor pew. If they endured the very traditional and lengthy service, Richy hoped to speak with them later. As the ceremony began, the Chancellor inclined his head towards the focal point of the coronation--the man that was to be crowned King.
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Catriona_mackenzie

Catriona stepped forward, a humble figure amongst all the finery and pomp of the coronation, a simple dress worn of the general custom, only her medallion denoting her as a bishop of the Universal Church. She waited, for the King had a response to give to Gawain's presentation of the Book of Virtues. Idly, she wondered what version of the Book of Virtues was being bestowed. She had heard that the reformers had been planning to rewrite it, with possible cuts along with other changes. How far they had got with that she had no idea.

"Do not brood on that," she thought to herself. "This is not the time or place ..."

Instead the young bishop focused on looking at Cullan. She knew he was not a religious man. But she knew he was a good man, good at heart. A sinner, aye, as everyone was to various extents, but not a miserable one. An honest man ... aye, and outspoken too. Far better than smiling hypocrisy. She recalled the way she had railed at him when he told her he was standing for the monarchy, and the letters they had exchanged thereafter. She understood him and he understood her. And she knew why he had stepped up to be King.

Would his body hold together long enough though? He seemed to have aged rapidly in the time she'd known him. He knew his days were numbered, but Jah, dear Jah, she silently prayed, dinnae let that number be less than he hoped.

Suddenly recalling that she was in the sight of many, Catriona pushed her worried gaze away and focused. She only had a few words to say, a simple blessing that would be a mere moment in the ceremony. Yet they would be said with sincerity, a request to Jah made in earnest to help this man with the task ahead, whether he believed in the Almighty or not.

So she waited with patience for the King to respond to Gawain, her eyes resting on Cullan with a straightforward look of honest kindness. Jah understands ye, she thought, he will not strike ye down.
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Alunbier

Tahsa wrote:

Alun smiled as Tahsa pulled the special stone from her pocket. How he loved this stone, the sight of it was pleasure enough but he just had to hold it. It somehow had slipped his memory that Tahsa had mysteriously become the new owner of this once treasured stone he himself found as a child on Hastings beach.
Oh you've made my day here, let me hold it just for half a minute. he said gently taking it from her hand. He the began to stroke the stone in the same way he always did, letting it rest in the palm of his hand , then rubbing the indentation with his thumb, which he was doing now. Just as Tahsa had said, this released all tension from his body, and in fact made him feel sleepy as it did when he was a child.

Handing it back again as he had said he would he began again. Our stone eh? What is it with this beautiful stone I wonder, and it's still a mystery how you came by it. Alun looked on again at the proceedings. The coronation was now almost complete. The knights of the realm had all delivered their respective swords wishing the new monarch all the virtues needed for his duties as the new king of England.

Alun had seen various faces he knew from around the country, mainly Bristol, and Sussex from where he once lived. The crowd was so dense he couldn't make himself known to them as it would mean parting from his beloved Tahsa and possibly not finding his way back.
He considered what they should do and turning again to Tahsa he said. I suppose we really ought to be representing Mercia seeing as we are County councilors, but there are so many people here I doubt anyone would notice, or even care if we were to slip away quietly my love. And as for getting fed at the forthcoming banquet, well, we could be waiting forever to be served food. There are enough peasants in the local neighbourhood who'd be glad to take a carriage and two passengers back to Catton hall. We could be there by nightfall. What say you my lovely?
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Cullan

Cullan's mind had wandered during the ceremony...Jah this, Jah that... do virgins taste better than those who are not? He knew his preference, but...he wasn't a dragon.

He could feel their eyes in him. The bishop was holding the book toward him, expectantly. More words. his words. Clearly. He spoke out the next oath

"Jah an' th' people in their wisdom 'ave shown me th' way, I have faith tha' Jah an' th' people will guide me an' tha' I will serve England well until my last breath, Jah an' th' people 'ave guided me here today an' I have faith they will guide me home, Amen, an' All Men."
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Catriona_mackenzie

In an even voice, as soon as the King had given his response, Cat gave the blessing. She spoke with unhurried pace, her hands held before her chest, palms upwards in supplication. But even speaking at leisure, the words barely filled half a minute. It had been as her representative had promised when asking to give a blessing at the coronation. A simple, short blessing on behalf of the faithful of the Universal Church.

"Almighty Jah, on this day when we remember Saint George of Lydda, the patron saint of England, a new King is crowned.

We beseech thee, our Creator, to bless this man, chosen by the people of England to reign over them.

Help him fulfill with honour, faith and loyalty this important charge, so that he may govern with wisdom, respect and sincere commitment.

In the name of your ever guiding love.

AMEN."
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Tahsa

Alunbier wrote:

Alun had seen various faces he knew from around the country, mainly Bristol, and Sussex from where he once lived. The crowd was so dense he couldn't make himself known to them as it would mean parting from his beloved Tahsa and possibly not finding his way back.
He considered what they should do and turning again to Tahsa he said. I suppose we really ought to be representing Mercia seeing as we are County councilors, but there are so many people here I doubt anyone would notice, or even care if we were to slip away quietly my love. And as for getting fed at the forthcoming banquet, well, we could be waiting forever to be served food. There are enough peasants in the local neighbourhood who'd be glad to take a carriage and two passengers back to Catton hall. We could be there by nightfall. What say you my lovely?

Tahsa smiled and softly said I promise to tell you what I know of the stone as soon as we are at Catton. She hoped this would pique his curiosity as to bring them home faster.

Aye, though the food would be well worth the wait, I am eager to get home. Truth be told, I hate this dress. she said as she pulled at it a little. I am uncomfortable and really rather have a pair of trousers on, she said softly or a plain dress. A soak in the tub would be lovely with some rosemary and lavender. she added. She wondered if anyone else had fleeting thoughts of home or other things. She wasn't trying to be disrespectful but being here, with all these folks seemed ... a grand spectacle. What say you my lovely? Alun had asked about going home. In her mind she screamed YES! Her words spoken did not show her eager thoughts though as she continued with Alun, so mote it be. she spoke the words firmly yet only enough for him to hear.

King Cullan had spoke just then " I will serve England well until my last breath, Jah an' th' people 'ave guided me here today an' I have faith they will guide me home, Amen, an' All Men." which startled her back to the proceedings ahead of them. She held Alun's hand firmly, hoping he would feel her urgent need to get out of here. It's not that she didn't respect The King or Queen, its just that she was not in her element. A blessing was being said, was this the end of ceremony, she thought inwardly as she shifted in her seat a bit her eyes cast down. The wood was hard and she had thought her backside was getting numb.
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Lavea

Once the prayer was said, pages from the side hurried forward with the Canopy to shield the King and the Bishop from sight, and another came forward to help the King remove the Crimson Robe and shoes.
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Cullan

Cullan had closed his eyes, thoroughly prepared to get a nap in while Catriona said her prayer. She was a good lass...He had tried to get her a title...but he knew that nothing Roman took less than three hours to complete.

He was surprised, then, when she announced 'amen'. Was it really that quick? It must have, since the canopy was already around him.

He groaned as he stood, joints gone stiff in the unfamiliar position. He couldn't remember the last time he knelt. Probably to Molly. Darien was merely sent a letter with his oath, as he was indisposed...Slon? Maybe. Didn't think so, though.

Now he was in the throne. As the boys sent helped him out of his coat and shoes, he wondered how many would choose not to kneel to him. The intrigue of Court could be fascinating, at times.

He gave Gawain a playful smirk, wondering what the bishop thought of his changes and wondering, idly, what Jah thought of them.
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Eira

Holding the ampulla

carefully, so that its precious contents did not spilln Eira stepped forward and took her place by Bishop Gawain.

She curtsied, as low as she dared and rose, breathing a silent prayer of relief that she had managed to do so without toppling over.

Speaking clearly, but not over loudly, relying on the superb acoustics of the abbey to spread her words to all corners, she recited the sacred charge.

"This symbolizes the ordination to a sacred office, declaring the King sacred and respected, and holding his position with the approval of Jah himself."

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Amerys

More ceremony, more blessings... Amerys shifted slightly in her place as it continued.
The new AWESOME church, Reformed, and finally, Roman. How different were they, really? They all professed Jah, after all... Amerys supposed it would take more patience than she possessed to truly understand that. "Nay matter - He'll need all the blessin' he can get," she thought.
She thought it a shame that the Spinozists had not sent a representative to the King's convocation and wondered at it, then shrugged mentally. Her own faith though, that of the Old Ways, was represented subtly, almost hidden amidst the pageantry, a quiet part of the fabric of the celebration, as in everyday life.

Catriona's voice drew her attention back to the altar and Amerys watched as she administered the final blessing. The two had disagreed on religion more than once, but there was fondness and respect between them. Cat would not take personal pride in this event, she knew - the lass would see this as an honor, but more importantly, a duty of her calling.
The prayer was brief and to the point and Amerys' eyes crinkled with private humor. "Aye, well, Cat's n'er been one t' mince words..."
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Sythe

Sythe remained at attention while the ceremony continued. He listened carefully to all the blessings and oaths spoken, and bowed his head in prayer. When all the ceremonial items were presented for the coronation he couldn't help being amazed by the extravagance. He continued to keep watch of the people present while the coronation of King Cullan progressed.
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Kivang

Kivang watched when he could. Being a bit short for his age, and amongst adults, he had much difficulty actually being able to see unless someone shifted a bit. But he could hear. As the voices spoke, he listened. As they prayed, he prayed.

He caught himself drifting once, dreaming. He dreamed of peace. Of sailing the seas. Of doing the works that needed doing for the King, or when he was older, possibly a Queen. "Years to go," his aunt Mary would tell him. "Don't try to grow up too quickly."

Kivang sighed and paid attention to the ceremony once again.

Alunbier

Tahsa wrote:

Thats settled then, let us away my lovely Then taking her arm and placing it tightly into the crook of his own they slowly slipped through the huge crowd of people and made their way outside.
It was somewhat of a relief when they eventually got outside and into daylight, and better still, fresh air.

Not wasting any more time, Alun stopped the first likely man they chanced upon and asked him if he could direct him to the nearest carriage owner who could take them back to Catton Hall. How many do you want? The man answered cheekily saying that there were more available carriages today than most days, asking him if he knew that there was a coronation taking place today and the city was almost at a standstill.

Alun didn't rise to the insolence of the man, but instead took his directions for the nearest coach owner which was no more than a half mile from where they were standing. It wasn't long before they had agreed a price which was a fraction of what Alun had paid to come down to London, and it wasn't long before they were finally on their way back.
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Amethise

Amethise listened attentively as the service proceeded, watching closely as the hallowed objects were brought forward in turn and presented to the new monarch. Perhaps it was inevitable that her thoughts strayed briefly to previous coronations; a faint smile curved the corners of her lips as she considered how the basic structure of each ceremony was, by long-established tradition, the same, yet each occasion was also unique. Not for the first time, she reflected that it was, indeed, a privilege to witness such a momentous event.
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Applus_macflintlock

Applus beheld the ceremony with great interest. He had heard rumors of the way of the English and he noted that none of them were exaggerated. The large amount of ceremony, traditions and religious involvement were staggering to him. Never before had Applus seen such a display of unity between the State and the Church, what ever path that Church walked. He hoped that he wasn't the only Scot who noticed this and he slightly turned his head to look at lady Melanie. Is she enjoying this coronation? Is she just as impressed as him? Applus looked back towards the new King of England. Applus most certainly liked the symbolism behind the items that the King received, as Applus always had a thing for symbols. They were important, not only to convey a message or a task, but also to serve as a reminder of something, a promise or a purpose.

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Melanie_bolton

She glanced at Applus turning to her and then getting his attention back to the ceremony, he looked impressed. She approached him enough so that she could whisper and he could listen.

Enjoying the ceremony Your Excellency? This is not the first English Coronation I attend and not even the first English party. In the last months I attended a Garden party, the Winter Ball, King Darien's coronation with feast included and now this one. Having friends between the English lets me attend these events.

She smiled at him.

This is wonderful and you haven't seen the party yet. I hope we have a good coronation too since we have many English visitors, we can't stay behind this.

She giggled.

Gawain59

Nodding, Bishop Gawain took the Eagle Ampulla from Eira.

Thanking Eira, he then turned and entered the area covered by the canopy and approached the King.

The sweet scent of balsam wafted through the air as he poured the blessed chrism oil into the spoon. He dipped his thumb into the oil into the spoon and anointed the King's hands, inner elbows, chest, each shoulder and head in the manner of a cross.

He placed the ampulla and spoon on the altar and then raising his voice sufficiently to be heard through the canopy, he addressed all gathered in the Abbey:

"All here are invited to join with us in a moment of prayer."

He then turned to place his hands upon on the King's head, then began praying:

"Almighty, Eternal One, Source of All Things,
Bless and sanctify thy chosen one, Cullan, who is now anointed with this oil.

By Divine Action strengthen him. Confirm and establish him with princely spirit, of wisdom and government, of counsel and knowledge, of godliness and true friendship, now and forever."

He then lifted his hands, saying, "Amen."

He then left the canopy to return to his previous position on the altar, so that the King could prepare himself again and the canopy could then be removed.
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Eira

Eira bowed her head respectfully as Bishop Gawain accepted the ampulla. She stepped back and went to stand behind the Princess of Wales. Her part in the ceremony was over, and had passed without mishap, Thank Jah.

Bowing her head in prayer as the Bishop invited all to pray, she couldn't help peeping through lowered lashes out at the congregation, to see who might be there.
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Cullan

Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?

Cullan sang softly under his breath. The damned song was stuck I'm his head. He looked up to Eira, then to Gawain, wondering what was going on. He had been told that there was oil involved. He hoped it included one of the hunky dragon guards...

Then the bishop started saying things, and dribbling oil all over him. There were dine words about Jah. He held his breath, wondering if he'd feel something....

Nothing. Just words, and the canopy again. The lads bright forward more clothes. Lavea had explained the significance to him...supertunica for kingship. Columbium to show you are bare before Jah.

He stopped.

Was he going to have to strip? Go bare before the country? Who the bloody hell wanted to see an old man in a white dress? He thought he was going to get some oiled up well muscled young men...not an oily old cripple...

Thankfully, though, the attendants just slipped the heavy linen over his clothes. He really didn't need to blind everyone. It was bad enough he had to do his newlywed duties tonight...He shuddered at the thought as they took the canopy away.
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Angelrachel1119

Angel humbly bowed her head and closed her eyes as Bishop Gawain asked for all in attendance to join him in a moment of prayer.

" Amen" she said quietly after the prayer had been offered.
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Taarna

There were more items presented, more things brought up to the king, more prayers said. His Majesty was even annointed with oil. Taarna found that the ceremony was starting to become rather lengthy, and began to appreciate having a place to sit. She was warm, her stomach was grumbling and upset, and she couldn't even imagine being one of the many people at the back of the abbey, pressed close, who were standing through the entire parade and ceremony.

Her attention started to wander a bit. She looked around and saw that others, too, were starting to look around, converse softly amongst themselves, or even, in some cases, fall asleep! She smiled to herself. She saw several people that she recognised; quite a few friends, and some dignitaries from the Embassy Ball that she had seen but not met. She recognised them but didn't know their names. Two of the women in particular she remembered, as they had been very active and seemed to be kind; they were also very beautiful. Ah! And yes, there was Ambassador Applus, whom she had seen outside, during the parade. He seemed well-settled, seated next to someone. She was glad he did not lack for company, as he was very nice and she felt a bit of..well...kinship with him. She hoped to speak to him again before this event was ended.

Popping a piece of candied ginger into her mouth, she savored the sweet tasted and waited for it to settle her stomach. She looked at the king and thought she saw him mouthing the words to a very inappropriate song, but perhaps that was just her imagination.
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Lee

Lee sneaks out of the abbey and rides towards the tower of London.
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Amethise

Hearing Gawain invite the congregation to join together in prayer, Amethise bowed her head as she listened to the words that followed; at the conclusion of the prayer, she softly whispered, "Amen".
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Lark

She shifted her feet when Gawain called for prayer, and her eyes flicked to the swords on the altar. She wasn't particularly religeous. If she followed anyone, it was one of Thor's sons, and that particular faith was more interested in everyday displays of skill (particularly weapon skills) than in fine words. She didn't think either the Royal Guard or the Church would take it kindly if she responded with a prayer in the form of a quick sword drill.

She shifted the sceptre from one hand to the other, rolled her aching shoulder, and growled under her breath, "Oh, give me patience, and hurry up about it. This is taking forever..."
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Lavea

Lav kept her face calm and smiling, she at least could maintain her poise for an hour, so showed no sign she was surprised so many soldiers, lords and ladies seemed to lack the discipline. Perhaps they did not often sit and listen for an hour.

She turned her attention to Jasmine who was next to come forward.
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Edwardus

He watched as Lady Eira stepped forward with what looked like a bronze or gold eagle shaped statue and serving spoon. Considering that it was brought for the coronation of a King, it would most probably made of gold. He was curious but did not question for fear of bothering the rest of the congregation. He would need to question later, after the coronation had ended. The eagle and spoon were accepted by the Bishop who continued to pour some sort of liquid from the eagle onto the spoon.

Aaah. I see. An ampulla! A vessel to keep liquid in. He had thought to himself. However, I still must question what it contained.

Once the Bishop had completed the ritual, he had invited for everyone to join in Prayer. He was not a very religious man, but he had been taught to respect all religions thus he bowed his head in silence.
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Jasmine.

Jasmine watched as the ceremony started with a soft smile. The King was offered the cloth of Gold. She listened attentively to Mother Catriona as she read from the book of Virtues then to the Chaplain. She bowed her head in prayer then whispered "Amen"

Jasmine's mind drifted back to the night before and her conversation with the King She smiled as her eyes met those of the crowned King, a man at times felt like a father and a friend to her. She felt a bit nervous now that she needed to proceed. She took a deep breath and started approaching the King holding a Royal cushion with the gold spurs placed carefully on it. She was proud of him and deeply honored to be presenting to those spurs to a man who did his best to understand the path and what Knighthood meant. A man who willingly stood his Knight Vigil to be ready for that moment when it arrived.

Jasmine cleared her voice as she presented the gold spurs which were a symbol of chivalry. She spoke clearly to the King and everyone around of their significance, “Your Majesty, these spurs signify Knighthood and Chivalry… Wear them as a reminder of what they stand for and you should abide to. They symbolize the Virtues a Knight and a King should have and lead by. If you follow these Virtues you will be the Knight your people deserve and the great King you are destined to be.

To succeed in this you should have Prowess and Valor; Seek excellence in all endeavors expected of a good king, martial and otherwise, seek strength to be used in the service of justice, rather than in personal aggrandizement.

Seek always the path of 'right', unencumbered by bias or personal interest. Recognize that the sword of justice can be a terrible thing, so it must be tempered by humanity and mercy. If the 'right' you see rings agrees with others, and you seek it out without bending to the temptation for expediency, then you will earn renown beyond measure. If you are able to do this then you have Justice and Temperance.

Be known for unwavering commitment to the people and ideals you choose to live by. Loyalty is one of the Virtues you should never forget. There are many places where compromise is expected; loyalty is not amongst them.

A Knight is sworn by oath to Defend his Country and Regent and those who depended upon him but a King is a defender of all even those who swear to defend him. Seek always to defend your country, your family, and those to whom you believe worthy of loyalty.

Have Courage; choose the more difficult path, the personally expensive one. Be prepared to make personal sacrifices in service of the precepts and people you value. At the same time, seek wisdom to see that stupidity and courage walk hand in hand.
Take the side of truth in all matters, rather than seeking the expedient lie. Seek the truth whenever possible, but remember to temper justice with mercy, or the pure truth can bring terrible grief.

Have Faith in your beliefs, for faith roots you and give hope against the despair that failings create.

Do all the above and more with Humility. Value first the contributions of others; do not boast of your own accomplishments, let others do this for you. Tell the deeds of others before your own, according them the renown rightfully earned through virtuous deeds.

Be Generous in so far as your resources allow; largesse used in this way counters gluttony. It also makes the path of mercy easier to discern when a difficult decision of justice is required.

Seek great stature of character by holding to the virtues and duties, realizing that though the ideals cannot be reached, the quality of striving towards them ennobles the spirit, growing the character from dust towards the heavens. Nobility also has the tendency to influence others, offering a compelling example of what can be done in the service of righteousness. You are Nobel among your brothers and others that look up to you.

And lastly, Franchise; Seek to emulate everything I have spoken of as sincerely as possible, not for the reason of personal gain but because it is right. Do not restrict your exploration to a small world, but seek to infuse every aspect of your life with these qualities. Should you succeed in even a tiny measure then you shall be well remembered for your quality and virtue.

Jasmine Knelt in front of the King and fastened the spurs then got back up to her feet. She took the cushion and took few steps backward after offering an elegant curtsy to the King. She joined the members of the Sussex Navy and Army and those of the Knights of Saint George once again and continued to watch the ceremony advance beautifully.
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Breena

Bree watched the ceremony with interest, noting all the swords and cloths and the ampulla. Bowing her head as Bishop Gawain said a prayer, she murmured Amen, then raised her head to watch as the ceremonial spurs were fastened.
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Chris_braveheart

After Jasmine presented the King with the gold spurs, Prince Chris approached the King. Bowing respectfully, Chris presented the King with the Sovereign's Orb...

...and placed it in his right hand to hold. Chris then speaks so all may hear the words,

This Orb symbolizes both the State and Church of England under the protection and domain of the royal crown.

Chris smiles at Cullan, bows again respectfully, and withdraws facing the King back to his seat....
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The procession continued, and yet even more big words were spoken. Having attended a coronation before it was hard to keep focused, for he knew these mattered little if the monarch in question did not rise up to their meaning in the months to come, and the company he was in didn't make paying attention any easier.
Raising an inquisitive eyebrow he spoke grinning "Uh huh.. by now I am not so sure I want to know what you mean. Just because you can wear a giant pink hat, decorated with peacock feathers and purple beads, it doesn't mean you should" he turned his attention back to the front of the abbey before being prodded again "Kind of nice ? That doesn't sound too convincing... Besides I didn't say women are bad, far from it. Quite the contrary we should thank the gods for your existence, for life would be rather bland without you all. But you must admit you are... complicated.." he concluded, he himself surprised at the depth of his reasoning
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Cordelia

Cordelia steps forward, bearing the ring upon a small cushion. It was a sapphire, surmounted by red rubies in the form of a cross, and surrounded by diamonds. To Cullan, she says, "This ring symbolizes the Sovereign's 'marriage' to the nation, and the duties to which the Sovereign is responsible to the nation and her citizens. It is traditionally placed on the fourth finger of your left hand."

She unties the ribbon holding the ring in place and takes his hand, slipping the ring on to rest next to his newly acquired wedding ring. She then curtsies and backs away before turning to go sit with her children in the family viewing area.

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Lark

Her gaze flicked across to meet Aggnes' gaze as she walked forward, holding the Sceptre of the Cross high enough to catch the light streaming through the Abbey windows. The corner of her mouth twitched upwards in something between warning and reassurance. Hopefully, the queen was not going to fall off her chair in surprise....or shock.

She lowered the sceptre to rest across both palms as she reached Cullan, and said clearly, letting the acoustics carry her words, "Your Majesty." The look in her eyes suggested he'd better make the most of that address, because it was the only time he was ever likely to hear it from her. "I present to you England's Sceptre with the Cross. This Sceptre symbolizes the temporal authority of the Monarch under the Cross. Please hold it with your right hand and allow the meaning behind this symbol of the Sceptre to always guide you so long as you are England's Monarch."

She held it out, looked at the orb already in his right hand, and grimaced as she added much more quietly, "It's heavier than it looks, like responsibility. Don't drop it." Someone either hadn't thought this through, or expected kings to have two right hands.
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Breena

Tyg3r wrote:

More and more fascinating objects were being presented to the King. Bree craned her neck a bit, figuring that standing up in the pew to get a better look just wouldn't be proper. She took a moment to wonder where in heaven Tyg had seen a giant pink hat decorated with peacock feathers and purple beads. Such as that would be a sight to behold! Good grief, I hope I'm never seen in a monstrosity of a hat unless it's for charity or some other good cause, she whispered.

Bree thought that admitting women were complicated was like admitting the sky was blue. It just was. You know, men aren't so easy to figure out, either. First they want you, then they don't when someone they consider better catches their fancy. I suppose one just hopes for the best in finding their match.
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Rain_

Following Lark, Rain approaches with the Sceptre of the Dove.

"Your Majesty, this is the Sceptre with the Dove. It symbolizes the spiritual authority of the Monarch under the Cross. When you hold this in your left hand, you can be crowned King." She places it firmly in his left hand, then curtsies before finding a seat.
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Kalens

Kalens approached, the crown held gingerly in his hands. He went to one knee and held the Crown aloft to present it to the King raising his head to look at Cullan. Kalens' face practically beamed with pride having been chosen to carry the last item of regalia.. the most important.. St Edward’s Crown.

Kalens then stood and turned to Bishop Gawain.
He gives St Edward’s Crown to Gawain, nods and turns to the side out of the view of others.. and takes to a knee.

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Bishop Gawain watched as the spurs, orb, ring and sceptres were presented to the King.

As Kalens approached to present the St Edwards Crown, he received the Crown reverently from him.

He then approached the King.

"Almighty Jah, we ask for you to bless this Crown for it represents the power of this Kingdom and its trust in Cullan, its king, to lead them. May the kingdom be united under the Crown and may His Majesty long reign over us; give him wisdom, courage and temperance. Watch over us and guide him in his actions. Amen."

Placing it gently upon King Cullan's head, Gawain spoke again. This part of the ceremony was shrouded in tradition; his words echoed those used in this Abbey in many coronations over time.

"I appoint you King of your people and adjure you to guard the sacred trust given to you by Jah. May His wisdom, strength and mercy be upon you. May these be hallmarks of your rule. Thus are you blessed and your reign also blessed."

"Arise, our King, Cullan Holifard the First, and greet your people!

He turned towards the congregation and proclaimed:

"Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!"

He then stepped aside so that King Cullan could take his first steps as the newly crowned Monarch.
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Lavea

Seeing the King crowned Lav rose to join the chorus of "Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!"

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Sandoval

Sandoval feels the excitement of the crowd before her and is almost deafened by the cheering.

Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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"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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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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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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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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Pagan

"LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE KING CULLAN!"

Stirred awake by the loud cheering, Pagan bounced up and joined the chorus of cheering and wooing, only louder than anyone else. It had been a lovely ceremony (and she had not nodded off during it) but she was glad it was over. Not because there had been anything wrong with it, far from it - as far as ceremonies go, it had been grade A stuff, but Pagan really wasn't a ceremony person. No, what she really had been looking forward to was the feast that came after. And if she wasn't mistaken, there was going to be another ceremony before the feast (wasn't there?), one she had not been invited to, so she would have plenty of time to return to her inn and slip into something a bit more ladylike than her ale-soaked naval outfit and be back, prim and prissy, for the gorge fest! As far as Pagan was concerned, the heavy duty of the day was over and done with and the party could begin.
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Lark

Kings died. All kings died. It wasn't as if yelling Long Live made them live any longer.

She fished out her second flask, raised it to the pair and called, "King Cullan!"
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Edwardus

With the call of Long "Live the King", he wondered if they had to stand up. His questions were answered when the others started to stand up. He stood up with them. He wondered to himself. Has the ceremony ended? It was truly a magnificent ceremony and now the man he had met once in the taverns in Kendal had been crowned King.

He remembered the moulding of the man's face in his knapsack. He wondered whether he could fetch a handsome price for it. But then, it was one of only four mouldings he had made with some friends while the man was sound asleep in the taverns. He looked around nervously. Would this cost him his head if the King ever found out?

His thoughts were interrupted when the crowd started chanting, Long live the King, in unison, though he did hear some other variants of the chant. He chanted the phrase along with the others.
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Tali had stayed in the back of the church, watching the procession and coronation in awe, with wide eyes as he took in all the tradition and ornate objects. He listened carefully to the symbolism of each item, eager to learn of the process, even as he practically vibrated with excitement at even being here to witness this. When the king was crowned, and everyone shouted out, the blonde jumped in surprise, not having expected the announcement, and called out with others, though a bit belatedly, "Long live the King! Long live King Cullan!" assuming that was what he should be doing.

Looking at Hazel, he grinned to see that she was also enjoying herself, and he wondered what else was left, and when they would have to head to the feast. He was rather eager to play, but he wouldn't miss the chance to see all of this for anything either. He had promised Mrs. Tenshi and Miss Miaka that he'd tell them everything when he got back, and he would certainly have a story to tell!
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Eira

Eira heard Aggnes' emphasis as she spoke, and smirked slightly, hoping the Princess of Wales didn't have, as many believed, eyes in the back of her head.

For some unearthly reason the words "Live long and prosper" resonated in her mind, but she ignored them, her voice joining that of the many in calling "Long live The King. Long live King Cullan."
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Aggnes.holifard

It looked as if the crowd would happily carry on cheering Cullan for the next hour or so - with him standing in front of them. Time to move on. She swept forward - you couldn't really use any other verb when wearing that dress - and stood in front of the King, pausing as the pages removed the various objects from his hands and lined up nearby, holding them. "You sit, then I kneel," she said softly. "Should be easier behind this cloth-of-gold canopy I'm wearing."
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Breena wrote:

He simply grinned upon hearing her comments on fashion, and turned his eyes towards the king to be once again "Nah, I'd say we're quite easy to understand by comparison, for instance what you described can be explained by the one trait most men share, that's an extremely short attention span..." he paused for a moment thinking the matter through "Though I admit that's not much of an excuse for it is more of a fact. So I'd guess that's why women spend so much time shopping for outrageous outfits?" he concluded just in time as the bishop placed the crown upon Cullon's head. He too rose to his feet and added his voice to the cacophonous chorus "Long live the king ! Long live England!"
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Jessa.jane

Jessa joined in with the Long live the King! Long live King Cullan! then quietyly continued watching.

Edited for spelling.

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Breena

Tyg3r wrote:

Attention deficit is it? Well, that would explain a lot but not everything I suppose... Bree wondered about it for a moment and figured it wasn't worth dwelling upon. She then began to worry that he thought her outfit was outrageous. She couldn't do anything about that either so remained quiet. She watched as the Queen stood in front of the King and wondered what the next part of the ceremony would be like. She had seen some of the nobility leave already and thought she wouldn't want to risk the displeasure of the King and Queen by doing so if her stomach started rumbling.
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Kalens

Kalens with his part done arose and while the cheering went on went to the family pew. He knew the abbey fairly well and took a way so as not to disrupt the proceedings. Arriving he sat near his guests and took Miki's hand into his own.
He whispered, just loud enough for Miki, Melanie and Applus to hear, Now the newly crowned King invests upon Queen Aggnes her position as Princess of Wales and his heir. It is a brief ceremony then on to the ball.
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Lee

Long Live The King. Long Live King Cullan. Long Live Queen Aggnes. Long Live England.
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Cullan

Cullan handed off the items with a grunt of relief. Not that he didn't mind the trappings of office - they were pretty....but he was much happier juggling egos than juggling priceless treasures. He grinned as his wife stood before him. Before he could say anything, though, she began making commands. His lip quivered, but he kept his face calm "You kneel." he growled "I'll sit if I feel like it."
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Aggnes.holifard

"Altering the order of ceremony again?" Well, if he wanted to change things badly enough to refuse the offer of help.... this should be interesting. She sank to one knee on the top step in front of him, trying to stay as upright as possible so he still had some chance of reaching down to put the various adornments on her without too much undignified bending.

Behind her, presumably, maids were sorting out her train. She ignored them. If Cullan was altering things from the script, she wanted to listen very carefully to exactly what he said.
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Cullan

Cullan smirked as she dropped down to her knees. He may not have gotten an 'obey' out of her in their wedding, but seeing her on her knees was...satisfying.Turning his attention from her, he announced to the crowd "I, His Royal Majesty, King Cullan Holifard, by the Grace of the Kingdom of England, say to all Lords, Spiritual and Temporal and all other Our Subjects whatsoever to whom these Presents shall come Greeting: Know Ye that We have made and created and by these, Our Letters, do make and create Our Heir, Aggnes Holifard, as the Princess of Wales, Heir to the Throne of England."

The words came out to a tempo, though evenly toned. He'd spent the last few days putting his speeches to song, to make sure he could remember it all. "And to the same, Our Heir, Aggnes Holifard, We do give, grant, and confirm the name, style, title, dignity and honour of the same Principality and she, Our Heir, as has been accustomed. We do ennoble and invest with the said Principality by gifting her with a Sword, by putting a Coronet on her head and a Gold ring on her finger, and also by delivering a Gold Rod" he stumbled slightly, trying to cover his snicker. "-into her hand, that she may preside over England upon Our Death, to direct and defend the realm. In Witness, whereof We have caused these, Our Letters, to be made Patent; this the 23rd day of April in the year of Our Lord Jah 1463."[/i]
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Lavea

Attendants came forward to give and take the objects of the heir as necessary.
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Cullan

Cullan turned to the page, taking the sword he offered. He gripped it by the hilt, holding it upright before him. "Th' Sword 'a the Heir,"he announced to the audience. He turned his wrists forward, so that the weapon was horizontal in front of him, over his wife's head "as a symbol of England's military strength, an' 'er enduring passion an' fierce desire to protect those who live within our land." He chuckled softly, whispering to her. "A test 'a trust, eh? Th' pagans did want a sacrifice..." he turned to the side, handing off the sword to the page that had brought it.

With both hands he gently lifted the coronet from her head. He wondered about it's weight, though he'd never handled the Marquis coronet. Had she the time to replace the jewels with glass yet? He'd have to ask later. The crown of the Prince of Wales was placed in his hands. This, again, he held out to the crowd."Secondly, th' Coronet. A symbol 'a royalty an' 'a majesty, an' a reminder tha' England is both a majestic an' a noble land, filled wi' beauty and with elegance." Yes. England was. Only England. He smirked, then continued. "This day, Princess Aggnes, ye'll go forth frae this place as Heir ta th' Throne 'a England, a member 'a my Royal Family in your own right, an' a future leader 'a England." as he lowered the coronet on her head, he whispered to her. "-if my wife keeps me alive."
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Aggnes.holifard

She'd noted the removal of a reference to Jah in the proclamation, and wasn't surprised or bothered. But what he was doing with that sword, and the reference to trust... something was wrong there, something she didn't understand.
"She'd have a better chance with a sword in her hand," she whispered back. Better yet with a pen, of course, but it was the symbolism that mattered, and at the moment, she had neither.
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Cullan

Cullan raised an eyebrow at her comment. As he turned to take the ring offered, he muttered. "As if I'd trust ya wi' a weapon in yer hands." then, louder, announced. "Thirdly, th' golden ring, as a symbol 'a th' level 'a yer devotion an' dedication ta England." without asking, she raised her hand. The left, he noticed. He took it, sliding the ring beside the one he'd given for the wedding. He continued with the script he'd memorized "This ya've proved in th' past, and will, I have no doubt, do so again in th' future."

"Fourthly, the golden rod."Still holding her hand, he held his other out. He grasped the staff as the page set it there "A symbol 'a strength an' of authority. Th' authority 'a th' King stems frae th' people of England themselves, an' frae th' Councillors, an' th' Mayors, an' th' nobles 'a our fair land."he laid the treasure in her palm, then closed her fingers around it, continuing "This authority may one day rest on yer shoulders, an' may Jah give ya th' strength an' th' conviction ta use it wisely an' justly." 'or the Nameless One' he thought, though didn't voice. Gawain and the others could probably hear their muttering. No need to give them a coronary.

The pages were off to the side carrying the last bit. He gestured to them to come forward. One on each side they laid the great mantle on her shoulders."Fifthly, th' mantle 'a royal purple. Ya've been blessed, Princess Aggnes, wi' all th' riches 'a th' Kingdom of England, wi' th' trust 'a 'er King an' 'er people, an' th' responsibility 'a governance an' security when times seem bleak, and all else seems faded." He smirked. As if Anto breathing down her back, and running off with all her gold wasn't a test of that. "May this remind ya tha' ye'll never have ta fear tha' darkness, fer ya carry wi' ya th' faith an' th' pride 'a England an' 'er people. May Jah bless ya richly as ya carry out yer work." He looked down at her as the lads helped tie the mantle, whispering "An' don't run aff wi' Englands treasures, aye? Trust an' all 'at." He stepped back from her, calling out "Finally as my wife befer Jah an' th' people 'a England, rise an' stand beside me ta be granted th' honors an' symbols fer th' Queen 'a England."

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Aggnes.holifard

She rose to her feet, her expression blank - not that it could look anything else under the face paint. "The trust of the King and her people" - but, it seemed, she didn't have the trust of the King at all. Odd, though. He trusted her with the power of being Queen, but not with a mere physical weapon, and the call to rise now, to stand at his side, differed from the script, showing her more respect rather than less. She didn't understand him, and that was unnerving. Which might well be the point....
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Cullan

Cullan turned to face her, giving her a playful smirk. "I present ya th' Crown 'a the Consort ta th' elected an' crowned King 'a England." he took the Prince's crown from her head and turned to the page beside them. Handing off the smaller one, he took the larger red crown. "Be strong under it's weight, as ya bear both th' weight 'a th' responsibility ta England, but also tha' 'a yer husband. May ya serve both honorably an' justly." He laid the crown on her head, smiling to her. He shouldn't be too mean, it was her day too. "an' wi' it." he continued as the sceptres were placed in his hands "Th' sceptres 'a th' Consort, reflecting those 'a th' King. They symbolize th' Temporal an' Spiritual authority 'a th' King. In yer hands 'ey represent yer duty ta uphold it in my name, as you bear my name." He first hands her the smaller copy of the Scepter of the Cross for her right hand, and then its companion Scepter of the Dove. Two sceptres, no balls. So much symbolism, so little time. He shuffled a step back to give her room so she could kneel. Thankfully, the whole thing was almost finished.
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Aggnes.holifard

So he wouldn't trust her with a sword, but he would with two maces? That was something they'd have to discuss, later, it suggested a lack of knowledge of combat that was concerning, if he ever really had to fear an attack. Unless what he'd meant was something different...

Still, time for her to kneel and give her oath, as all the other nobles present would do in turn after her, though from what she remembered, with different wording. She rather hoped he wasn't going to dispense with tradition so far as to try to remain standing for the whole lot.

Down on one knee again, head upright to support the new, heavier crown, a sceptre in either hand, and those hands between his. No harder than infantry drill, or bending and rising with a pitchfork at harvest time, or a pickaxe in the mines.

"I, Aggnes Holifard, now Princess of Wales and Queen of England, do become your liege woman of life and limb and of earthly worship; and faith and truth I will bear unto thee, to live and die against all manner of folk."

Still no mention of obedience.... but a definite promise that anyone trying to hurt him or any other part of her new property would do so over her dead body, whether she was armed with sword, mace, pen, or teeth and nails. She rose again to be presented, looking out at the sea of faces. Mine. Or possibly, she was theirs. English used the same word for relationship or possession, after all.
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Lavea

"Long Live the King, Long Live Queen Aggnes!" Lav called.

As the cries of Long Live the King and Queen came to a pause, Lavea stepped forward and said. "All Nobles and all members of the Clergy, as is your honour and duty, I call upon you now to come and give your oaths to your King."
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Robinoflocksley

Robin shifted Alex out of his lap when he heard the announcement and passed him off to Adam to hold while he and Llyres went to take their oaths. "Keep an eye on him for a few minutes, please, Adam?" he asked with a smile. Focusing on their youngest again, he added with a brief touch of his finger to the child's nose, "Be good for Adam, Alex. Mamma and I will be back soon."

Looking to both the foreign delegates sitting with them, Robin briefly explained, "Lady Llyres and I will be right back. It's our tradition that when a new monarch is crowned, all nobles, because they hold estates and titles granted by the crown, go up to the new monarch to reaffirm the oaths they took upon being originally granted their titles. Please, excuse us." Reaching his hand out to take his wife's, the Warden helped the Marchioness from her seat so they could go to take their oaths.
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Cullan

Cullan turns to the massed crowd, announcing "I present ta ya, Aggnes Holifard, undisputed Heir ta th' Throne of England, an' Queen of England." Smiling, Cullan turned to the throne to begin accepting the oaths from the Lords

and through the power of Roleplay, we skip all that oathy stuff and imagine it's a little bit later. Because oaths take a whole 'nother 50 page thread. Also edited because I'm bad at following scripts.

Looking over to his wife, then to the Lords who had already made thier way out, the King made a sigh. Finally they could feast. Lavea had said something about taking the Royal Barge. He turned to Aggnes, whispering "Ready ta go?"

Without a response, he lifted himself onto his feet, accepting his cane from whomever had taken it away.
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Aggnes.holifard

"Ready when you are, as any dutiful wife should be." She was glad he'd had the sense to sit for all the oaths, and just hoped his leg hadn't stiffened up in the meantime. She stood, and took his arm, ready to be a support if needed - the robes made it very hard for anyone else to see who was supporting who.
"I sent a page to be sure there's fresh tea for you on the barge," she said softly. "It's a calm day - the crew will be rowing a lot, but the boat will be nice and steady underfoot for us passengers."
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Rowan_ashenheart

He swore his oath and smiled at Ame as she stood her guard duty. They'd meet up later in the evening. Now, he hurried out to get to the Royal Barge. The Barge would take King and Queen from Westminster to the Tower. This would likely be his last sail as High Admiral and he'd relish it.
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Amethise

Amethise added her voice to the chant of "Long live the Queen! Long live Queen Aggnes!"

Upon hearing the next announcement, she rose from her seat, took a moment to don her peeress robes and coronet, then followed the other nobles as she made her way forward to take her oath before the King.
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Gawain59

From his position on the dais, Bishop Gawain watched as King Cullan crowned Queen Aggnes as the Heir, the Princess of Wales.

"Long Live the Queen! Long Live Queen Aggnes!" he called.

Upon hearing the announcement, he joined the other nobles and took his oath before the King.

He then stepped aside so that next person could come forward.
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Melanie_bolton

Welcome Lord Kalens, so important to carry the crown! Nicely done. I hope this is fast, I'm already starving.

She said giggling.

Galrador

After seeying both the King and Queen having received their rightfull titles, Galrador joined in the cheering: Long live the King, long live the Queen!

As he heard the anouncement for the peers to retake their oath, he followed Amethise to the front, waiting on his turn to take the oath. Afterwards making his way back again so other could take their turn as well.
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Minstrel_boy

He hovered outside, watching and listening, until the nobles began to pour out, then he laughed and ran for the banquet hall, whistling as he went. He was to be first up on entertainment.

Siren

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Lavea

The party headed out of the Abbey and to the River where the Royal Barge stood ready to take them to the feast.

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Corsaira

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Cordelia

Kissing her children on the head until they saw each other again at the feast, Cordelia rises from her seat again to follow Cullan and assist him as needed.
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Izzy.

He peels off the oath queue when he's done and stands off to the side. Seeing Saira join the queen, he gives her a wave and a smile, but stays out of the way.

Taarna

~CoH~Westmorland County Council Spokesperson~Holywell Mentor~

Kazzia_llewellynn

Baronet of Hastings

Kalens

Baronet and Deacon of Lichfield, Lord of Caverswall and Greystoke,Royal Emissary, Prinz ob Prusse exsulo

Drestakil

Melanie_bolton

She follows Kalens out of the Abbey again grabbing Applus by his sleeve and making him follow them.

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Kalens

Baronet and Deacon of Lichfield, Lord of Caverswall and Greystoke,Royal Emissary, Prinz ob Prusse exsulo

Cullan

Aggnes.holifard

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Melanie_bolton

Kalens wrote:

Corsaira

Cullan wrote:

"aye. An' I donnae feel like a lad spanked by me tutor fer not doin' my studies."

"Ye have come a long way indeed, sire. Haven't we all. Might I suggest that ye and yer Queen go arm in arm down yon gangplank and I'll make sure she doesn't tear her dress on anything."

Saira is mindful of the fact that Cullan has face to save, but can see he is beginning to favour his leg, and arm-in-arm with his new bride is a good way of getting out of it. She scanned the gangplank for treacherous splinters while she replied to Aggnes, puffing her cheeks out in mock-disdain at an AWESOME missionary forgetting the cake.

Aggnes.holifard wrote:

"The music, tea and cakes part of it sounds good, though. I wonder if they'll serve that on board the barge? I ordered tea, but forgot the cakes."

"Forgot the cake? But ye are AWESOME! Ah, never mind. I suppose I can let ye off seeing as ye are a newlywed with yer head in the clouds. There's always some of the Chelsea buns if there are any left..."
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Jessa.jane

Before joining the rest of the bride's maids Jessa gave her brother and husband a hug, adding a kiss as well to her husband's cheek. For some reason the sanctity of the ceremony made her feel that a kiss on the lips at the moment just wasn't right. She quickly whispered to her husband . Lady Lavea informed me we are to help the queen to the barge if she so requires and from there we are off to the celebration yet I am unsure if we are to join them on the barge or just see that the queen is safely on it. Please just you and Kel head to the celebration and I will see you there as soon as I am able.I love you my darling and will see you soon.

She smiled to them both and hurried her way in a lady like manner to join the rest of the bride's maids.
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Rowan_ashenheart

He got to the barge and was piped on. Checking quickly to make sure that all was ready, including the rowers, he smiled and nodded.

Turning to the rowers and linesmen, his instructions were simple. Look sharp, ye tars. Ye be sailin' wit' th' King an' Queen o' yer country.

In truth, the only concern he had was when they had to pass under London Bridge. The current was with him so making the trip would otherwise be smooth. The only other thing he wasn't sure of was how many of the party would be joining them. He knew the King and Queen, but he had little idea who else besides some of the Royal Guards.
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Taliesin1017

Tali lingered back a bit before pulling Hazel with him into the crowd that was flowing out of the church. He'd seen the feast hall before, and had gone to discuss what could be played during, so he knew where he was going. "Come on, Hazel! We need to get to the feast. I'm not playing right away, but I want to be able to set up and hear what others are playing, so I don't repeat anything!" Grinning at his 'sister', the bard tugged her out of the crowd and down the streets toward where the feast would take place.
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Pennblade

Alfred made his way outside and made sure that he reclaimed his sword and quarterstaff. The quarterstaff was on the ground, both hands covering the top in a way that he seemed deep on thought. Indeed, he was considering the feast that was rapidly approaching. He had another tale to tell, and he shut his eyes in thought.

So many years on the road, and here he was, one of the many who welcomed in the new King and Queen. Never in a million years did he think that he would be in London performing as he did. He could think of a couple of other people who would be amazed as well. He thought that the Winter Ball was a pressure cooker for his talents. Certainly, this event seemed far more daunting than the previously mentioned one.

His eyes opened and he glanced around, searching. He only had one person to look out for, and he knew if he just looked hard enough... He'd find them. Alfred settled his trained eyes and began to seek the person out.
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Amethise

After ensuring that her peeress robes and coronet had been safely packed away in their storage chest, ready to be collected for the trip home to Mercia, Amethise followed as everyone began filing out of the Abbey for the next stage of the celebrations. She turned to Galrador with a smile. "My carriage is waiting close by, and you are most welcome to join me for the journey to the Tower for the feast, if you wish." Chuckling, she added, "After this morning's parade, I believe I have already done quite enough walking for one day!"
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--Melanie_Bolton wrote:

Kalens wrote:

Kalens laughed, Please... yourself and Laird Applus have not only done great work in Scotland towards peaceful resolution... but have spearheaded improved relations between Scotland and England... positive relations diplomatically that haven't been seen since my father's day.
Once settled in and on the way, Kalens introduced Miki.
This is Miki. From Muscovy. Miki's family was allies of the Hohenzollerns back in the days of Prusse.
Miki held both hands out, one to each and said, A pleasure to meet you both. The accent was deeply rich with Eastern European tone. I haven't been in London lately. Kalens sent me to Greystoke for the spring to look over the estates there, of course I had to come back for the coronation.

Kalens nodded, Yes, truly a Jah sent treasure to assist me in various matters that I am unable to attend to personally.
The carriage came to a stop having arrived at the outer gates of the Tower then trundled through them after the guards gave permission. Soon after the carriage stopped once again to let out the passengers at the place of feasting and reception.
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Cullan

Cullan raised an eyebrow to Saira"lass..." he growled, leading his wife "...th' money I spent on it, I'm barely lettin' 'er wear it." slowly they ascended, him keeping his gaze on their feet - both to keep his steps straight, and to keep from stepping on her dress.

It wasn't that bad, and with such a wide craft, it didn't sway too much."Admiral!" he bellowed. "I put myself in yer capable hands."
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Aggnes.holifard

Aggnes looked back at the little crowd of bridesmaids in posh frocks gathered at the gangplank.

"Ladies, if you'd prefer to join your families and stay on dry land, that's fine. Anyone who was feeling queasy earlier should probably avoid the risk of seasickness, at least. If you want to join us, though, there's plenty of room."
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Taarna

Standing with Kazzia and the others, Taarna raised her eyebrows a bit at the Queen's words. Perhaps she was referring to her eating candied ginger earlier? Oh, pfft! Taarna had been on ships twice now, and had not had the sickness from walking on a moving ship. She doubted that she would have a problem now. Besides, her entire family, what there was of it, was at Powis Castle, getting ready for her wedding next week - she really had no other way to get to the feast! So she scrambled aboard with the rest of the wedding party, confident that if - IF - she did get nauseous, she knew that she was armed with plenty of candied ginger!
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Corsaira

Saira grinned and hopped onto the barge. Her, walk?

She nods a greeting, sailor to sailor, to the lads at the oars. "Row hearty, lads. I'll make sure there's ale at the other end for ye - although I see Rowan Ashenheart there and he will have made provision, I am sure of it."

Being a weaver and needing her hands relatively free of calluses she prefers sailing to rowing. So she takes a position where she can see, hand on her cutlass, and scans the banks for trouble, finding nothing obvious; but then again, the crowds make finding trouble nigh on impossible. In the end she shrugs and resolves to cross that bridge if she finds it. She's assuming that if any Royal Guard are coming with them they'll be the sort that don't get seasick.

Then she thinks for a moment. Aggnes is a good sailor, she knows, but she's not sure about Cullan, and leans over to whisper "D'ye need something to settle the stomach? It looks calm, though, today on the Thames, and I doubt we are going far."
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Amerys

Amerys had gone forward with the other peers to swear her oath, first removing her sword and passing it to another of the Royal Guard before approaching the King, then retrieving it to take up her position again. Now she stood nearby, watchful as the newly-crowned King and Queen boarded the royal barge. Others would accompany them from this point - her part was done once they were safely aboard.
She glimpsed Rowan's bright hair as he moved about on deck, but with both of them on duty didn't try to attract his attention. She'd look forward to spending some time with him later on.

The King called out, "Admiral!" he bellowed. "I put myself in yer capable hands." And she knew they'd cast off soon.
Her eyes were still watchful of the crowds near the dock, but she sighed softly in anticipation of a comfortable bath and a change of clothes.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kaz stopped by and grabbed up her weapons, quickly placing them in their sheaths, she'd taken them off out of respect for the sanctity of church, she wasn't leaving them off in open crowds. She followed behind Taarna grinning at her friends expression at the Queen's comment. Still when Taarna boarded so did Kaz, prepare to do so. Two peas in a pod they were. She walked to the gangplank and smiled up, "Permission to come aboard, Admiral?" She called, out of habit for the most part, respect for the other. As she passed Ame she squeezed her arm gently. "Love ya, lass, thanks for having my back. " She moved forward, ready to join the group with a grin on her face.
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Galrador

Amethise wrote:

With the King and Queen leaving and the rest of the Abbey slowly emptying as well, he got up from his seat to make his way outside along the others. A little unsure as where to next, he was quickly 'saved' by Amethise's question. Pondering it for a second, he nodded back at her. If you don't mind, I'll gladly take you up on the offer. Now that the King is properly married ánd coronated, I'm sure he can take care of himself without his groomsmen for a short while. Chuckling a little, he continued. So please lead the way, I'll do my best to stay on your tail amongst this crowd.
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Jamesthemad

On his way to board the Royal Barge, our large neighbor chances to spot Lady Kidwelly close by, and swerves in that direction for a moment. Passing near, he tries to catch the lady's eye, and in his finest spoilt-rotten tone deliberately whines Mooommmmyyy, can we eat yeeetttt?, just for that lady's annoyance and entertainment. That done, our large friend steps to the gangplank and bellows Admiral Mann, permission tae come aboard, sair?
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Jessa.jane

Having told Edward and Kel to go ahead Jessa as well decided it was best to join the rest on the barge. As she got closer she saw their friend Jamesthemad ahead of her .

James would you by chance have a steady arm to offer a lady? I am sure my husband would be greatly appreciative if you could help me make it to the barge without me stepping in the water first. She smiled glad to see him after such a long time.
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Jamesthemad

Our friend looks quite surprised to be addressed, and turns his head with a an amiable smile. Nat'rally, M'Lady. Yer wish is ma command. Having spoke thusly, the young Captain gently offers one huge arm, and proceeds to carefully assist Lady Jessa in negotiating the gangplank. By th' by, well met, cousin. Tis good ta' see yer face again.
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Jessa.jane

She tilted her head politely. Thank you kind sire. She took his arm and allowed him to escort her. I think we haven't seen you since the night Edward and I were wed. I hope life has been treating you well? She watched as she walked and eventually with his guide made it safely on board, finding a place on the barge to grasp for balance.
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Rowan_ashenheart

He saluted the King and Queen as the Boatswain piped them aboard. He smirked slightly at the King's words. He turned to the others ready and waiting to board and granted them all permission, smiling as they did, helping some of the ladies navigate the brow. He had a steward ready with ale and mead to drink, ready to attend to the King and Queen and their party.

As the Captain of the Guard came aboard, he muttered to him, London bridge be me only c'ncerrn. We'll be needin' t' make surre they stay 'neath th' can'py til we be clear.

He caught sight of Ame and gave her a smile and nod. He didn't want to wait to see her later, but they had their duties for the moment. When it appeared that everyone was on board, he gave the order to remove the brow and went to his place by the rudder. Smiling at his mate, Abel, the coxswain for this journey, he nodded.

Mist'rr Abel, cast off all lines, take us tae th' Toow'rr.

Aye Sir! Cast off all lines! Oarsmen, oars UP! The rowers raised their oars, ready to set them into the water and assist the current in getting the barge and its occupants down to the Tower. The lines were cast off, the longshoremen punting the barge clear of the quay as the rudder took them out towards the middle of the river. Once clear, Abel ordered the oarsmen in their strokes, watching for everything in the river that might pose a hazard. They moved smoothly past Westminster Palace towards the Tower. It was a pleasant transit towards London Bridge and the Tower just beyond it.
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kazzia gamely walked aboard, holding her skirts slightly raised and thanking her lucky stars that she'd modified every shoe she owned to help her keep a grip on the deck of any sailing vessel. She patted her hip to ensure her waiting dagger was still comfortable sheathed and then moved where she was to stand, back a bit from the rest, trying to see everything around them. She heard Rowan give the orders, and heard them echoed down the chain. She couldn't help but smile at the pull of the current beneath her, smooth sailing, would be this day. Stepping carefully she moved to where she could see them move away from the dock. People were milling about and she spotted a few she knew. The wind tugged at her skirt and she smiled. There was a reason most wore breeches sailing these days. She turned almost full circle, saluting Rowan as she did, and the back about. She'd never stood on the barge and wished to know as much of her surroundings as she could.
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Aggnes.holifard

"Well, odd as it feels to sit down when aboard, I suppose we'd better get our dresses and robes out of the crew's way. I see a canopy, and seats - shall we?"
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Cullan

Cullan chuckled to Saira "much 'a my youth was spent a travelin', an' I've got mesself a medal fer naval bravery 'r..." he shrugged "...somethin'" he really didn't know why Molly had awarded him. He slept on a ship for a couple weeks. "no, lass. Ya keep yer eye on th' ladies." turning to his wife he nodded, smiling to her "aye, probably. Else we'll trip up th' Admiral an' get scolded." he snorted "We're jus' politicians, y'know. Hear 'e hates 'em"
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Aggnes.holifard

"And if I carry on standing up, he'll remember I'm an able seaman in the REN and order me to row. I don't feel like rowing. As I was saying to some clerks earlier, today I have a day off."

It did help having someone to sort out the skirts, robes, and a chair that, while sturdy, weighed less than her clothes. The canopy was pleasantly shady, too - if there had been much of a breeze, she would have been glad of the heavy fur mantle, but as it was, it was getting quite warm.

"I see Rowan's provided ale, and mead, and if the page got here, there should be tea... yes, there is. Mead for the honeymoon..." She smiled. "The honeymoon we're not going to have time for."

She looked out along the length of the barge, and at the scenery. Impressive, from this angle. Which meant... she could probably trust them, but.... "Ladies," she said quietly, "I know the phrase is that all the nice girls love a sailor, and I know a uniform will make any one look good, but window shopping only, remember. Enjoy."

Come to think of it, the ladies probably weren't the only ones enjoying the view. Ah well, why not?
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Cullan

Following the direction his wife was looking, Cullan growled. "yer not th' only one wi' able seaman..." She would get the pun, he knew. One of the rowers had hair midway down his back, dark, his skin delightfully tanned and, he could guess, a strong broad back beneath the linen shirt he wore. He growled softly to himself, thoroughly appreciating the view. Unfortunately, though, it was his wedding day, and it would be immoral to wander...even for him."aye girls. Keep yer anchors raised..."
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Melanie_bolton

Kalens wrote:

Nice to meet you Miki. And you exagerate Lord Kalens, we are just normal people from Galloway doing our jobs the best we can I guess.

Once they came to a stop she said.

Are we already here? Good.

She went down the carriage folowed by Lord Applus. And waited for Kalens and Miki.

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Cornishbluebird

Drestakil wrote:

*i watched as Drestakil got up and started following the procession of nobles... grabbing my barrel, and giving Kristin a kiss on the cheek*

"Come my love, its time we left also... the king has already left, and i'm presuming has made his way to the royal barge.. we shall re-affirm our oaths as soon as i've found out what is going on"

*slowly i followed, i saw Dres in the distance he had pulled slightly to one side outside the abbey*

"Dres, penny for your thoughts my friend?"
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Kazzia_llewellynn

Kaz took a seat near the outside of the canopy so that she could move more freely, and patted the one next to her. Come on ladies, we've a lovely view, let's sit and look. She kicked her feet slightly, making her dress flutter a bit. She glanced up at Taarna and then patted the seat again, come on lass! Sit with me! She called laughing. If we don't get out of the way we might get tied to a chair.
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Kristin

Still holding tight to her husband, Krissy hurried her steps to keep up with him. She pointed with her free arm.
Cornish, look, there's Drestakil right over there!
She noticed then that they were already heading in that direction.
Oh, you saw him too, didn't you?
She giggled and moved right along with him until they stopped next to Drest.
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Sythe

When the ceremony ended and both King Cullan and Queen Aggnes made their safe departure from the Abbey, Sythe joined soon behind as a Royal Guard and saw them safely aboard the boat. When the oars were raised he prepared to make his way down to where they would once again be landing as the celebrations continued for the feast.
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Angelrachel1119

Angel made her way outside of the abbey to send off the new king and queen She noticed that most of the congregation seemed to be heading their separate ways. She knew that Edwardus and she would need to get back to the home they were staying at so that they could change into something more suitable for the feast. She quickly made her way over to one of the ferries, seeking passage across the channel.

" How much do we owe ye lad?" Angel asked to a young man about her age.
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Taarna

Taarna smiled at Kaz. "Pssht! Sit, on such a lovely afternoon! I've my 'sea legs' I do believe, even though I've only been on board a couple of times; and if I do get a bit of nausea, I've got my candied ginger, but I don't foresee that."

She seemed to be doing well, after all, and so she walked up to Rowan. She had to asked him a timeless quesion:

"Are we there yet?"
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Amethise

Galrador wrote:

Chuckling softly at Galrador's reply, Amethise nodded her acknowledgement and joined the steady flow of people moving towards the exit. Once outside the Abbey, she glanced around to get her bearings, blinking slightly at the unaccustomed brightness on emerging from a candlelit interior into daylight, and soon spotted a line of waiting carriages; indicating to her companion where they were heading, she began to thread her way through the crowd of onlookers and merrymakers who still thronged the streets. At last, they were through the crush of people and arrived at the carriage, where the coachman stood waiting, holding the door open as they approached. Raising the hem of her gown a little, so as not to trip, she ascended the steps and climbed in, breathing a small sigh of relief as she settled back against the plush upholstery of the seating (in truth, it had seen better days, being, on closer inspection, somewhat frayed at the corners: one of many refurbishment projects awaiting her return home…). The carriage rolled off, making good time through the cobbled streets, despite the crowds everywhere, and before too long brought its occupants to the Tower, where the feast and continued celebrations were to take place.
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Amerys

She came to attention as the Royal party passed. Then her Captain approached.

Jamesthemad wrote:

Suprised by the sardonic remark, Amerys eyes flickered toward the Captain, eyebrows raised, then a wry chuckle slipped from her as he passed by.
She waited until the barge was moving away on the Thames then, with a relieved sigh, turned to make her way to her apartments. She and Rowan would be going to the banquet later and she needed to get ready. "...And t' get out of these boots!" she grimaced.
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Corsaira

Saira was happy to be sailing again; the noise of the oars splashing into the water wasn't quite as familiar to her as sail, but she had to admit it was more direct than trying to tack on a river. The rhythmic tug of the oars into the water felt odd; like regular gusts of wind into a sail. She was content to fade into the background, as the people stood on the banks of the Thames watching King and Queen go by.
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Eira

Eira stood on the steps. She watched the royal party embark, but that was not all she looked for. There were so many people that she wondered if she would have any chance of finding him at all. Maybe he would find her, after all with his great height he should be able to see over most of the crowd...
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Pennblade

His gaze continued to falter. He settled his breathing down and adjusted it. He had found multiple targets on the training course, but he couldn't find her! He cursed and began from one side of the area to the other. He pulled his line of vision back until he reached the stairway. He smiled. Found you.... He thought to himself.

She had on her headress once again, with hints of her golden hair peeking out. She wore her light blue dress with white trim. There was fantastic levels of craftsmanship put into it, from the white designs to the white lace near the bottom. She seemed sad, in a way, almost wistful. It truly didn't match her fantastic outfit. He approached and gave her a smile, hoping to raise her spirits... After all, her smile truly made her dress shine.

"Eira! There you are! I thought you might have left the coronation without me. I had faith you would not though..." He said with a soft smile. "I must say that it's hard to find anyone in this mess of people, but I am certainly glad to have found you once more. Also, I love the dress you're wearing, the color really goes with you, and you wear it so well..."

He smiled sheepishly and grinned. "I suppose we best get back to the house and prepare for the feast, huh?"
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Rowan_ashenheart

The passage underneath the London Bridge passed without event, much to his relief. Shortly after that, the barge came up along the gate of the Tower. Abel ordered the oars up and guided the barge to the wharf where the rest of the Royal Guard waited. He smiled at the oarsmen, thanking them for their service and for making the trip smooth as could be. He watched closely as the barge was tied up and the brow landed. He stood by to help the party disembark back onto dry land. The Guard would bring them in the rest of the way to the feast hall. He smiled and waited for everyone to alight before he would give Abel the orders to return the barge to its berth and dismiss the crew and disembark himself. He'd leave from there to the Admiralty and his office to change clothes and prepare for the feast celebration.
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Galrador

Amethise wrote:

As he could see her nod to his reply, he tried his best to keep close and follow her. Something which wasn't easy in the flow of people moving out of the Abbey and into the streets. In fact, the area around the Abbey was the easy part. It was the outside part and side street that was the real problem, as it seemed much more crowded there. At pme point he thought he had lost her out of his sight when he noticed the carriage Amethise was getting into. Getting there as soon as possible, he was lucky to get in before they took off. Sitting in the carriage was much more comfertable than they used to in the Abbey and he was glad he was offered to ride along towards the Tower.
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Eira

Eira turned on hearing his voice. "Alfred!" She smiled, and conscious that in this crowd none would be looking, placed her hand on his arm and drew closer to his side. Rodger better not be around, she thought wryly she was NOT prepared to have that conversation regarding chastity belts reprised.

Her smiled faltered when he mentioned going back to the house. "Oh, I cannot do that. I am afraid that I must go straight to the feast since their majesties are." She glanced at the Royal Barge getting ready to sail. "Come with me, I have a boat waiting. We can at least talk on the journey, and I can have the boatmen drop you off at London Bridge before it sets me down at The Tower."

Without waiting for an answer she started through the crowds still holding his arm. The waterside was busy and many were trying to get a boat to follow the King and Queen. Eira could see her own boatmen refusing to let others board. She was thankful she had had the foresight to arrange transport for the day. Though it was really fear that had caused her to splash out on the services of a private boat... fear of what Aggnes would have said if she had not been where she was meant to be at any given moment.

As gracefully as she could, and given the commotion on the water she had to be very careful not to loose her footing, she let the boatman hand her into the boat and sat down, smoothing her skirts around her. She looked up at Alfred, and couldn't suppress a grin as he folded his lanky legs as he sat down next to her.

"So, tell me about your day so far. How did it feel leading the parade?"

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Pennblade

He was surprised when she grabbed his arm and got very close. With most anyone else, he would have said something, but he had zero objection to the current situation he found himself in. He was hoping to see Eira today, but this was much more than what he could have hoped for. She seemed.. Eager to be out of the area, which surprised him. Was someone after her, or was she just wanting to get out? He didn't even ask, as her hurry seemed great indeed.

She mentioned that she wasn't going home. That wasn't part of the plan at all, he mused. While he could have been dropped off, and changed into something else, was that what he wanted?

"If you're heading to the Tower, then I'll come along too. It's where I need to go too, and I can wait to change up my clothes, as they're already nice enough for another round of stories. It will be a lot easier to do that story than the other one." Alfred said, his comments drowned out by the rush of the city.

As they made their way through the crowd, he made out a boat. That's right... She had a boat prepared for the journey. She had made a mention of it sometime on the way up. For a moment, he wondered about the boat. Truth be told, he had never been on a ship before this moment. He had stuck to land and kept away from the texts that regarded the sea. Alfred felt a slight dread about the journey, but suppressed it, knowing Eira had experience with boats.

He climbed in and sat next to Eira, it was a bit cozy in the boat, but he didn't mind as he made himself comfortable. He pulled his knees a bit closer to him and put his arms on them. He heard Eira speak and smiled at her, "It was quite the experience... I have done small crowds, but never led a parade and tell a story at the same time. It was very exhausting, but I know I made a difference out there. The crowds were alive in the front... Not sure how much you got to see from your vantage point." Alfred said, his hands moving with his explanation.

"How were things with the Queen? I assume you traveled with them during the parade?" Alfred asked. With the general commotion the way it was, he pondered slipping an arm around Eira. She might be exhausted or tired... He placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping it wouldn't be seen as forward... But more a sign of someone who cares. He smiled quietly.

"So good to see you today, Eira."
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Edwardus

The coronation had ended and everyone including Edwardus and Miss Whittaker had exited the abbey. They had watched what little they could see of the King and Queen supposedly embarking on a ship that was to take them to their next destination. Edwardus was told that the feast would be held in the tower.

However, Edwardus and Miss Whittaker would not go immediately to the tower but back towards their rented abode for a change of clothing. Miss Whittaker had ushered him towards the embankment to seek passage on a boat. He had heard her ask the lad about the fare.

"Six pence a ride, Ma'am. Fare to be paid in advance," the lad had answered. His eyes bulged as he heard the fare.

"Six pence? Is that not a bit too expensive, lad?" He protested in return.

"Ye could walk, Sir, if ye don't mind. Six pence not' in less," the lad said arrogantly.

Edwardus felt as if he could box the lads ears. However, considering that Miss Whittaker was beside him and there were any people around, he did not want to attract any attention to them.

"Fine!" Edwardus replied grumbling. With a heavy sigh he paid the fare and helped Miss Whittaker into the boat.
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Eira

Eira tensed slightly when he moved his arm but relaxed when he refrained from pulling her into an embrace. "No, I didn't travel with the Queen to the abbey. I was not required for the wedding ceremony. I had things I needed to do, so missed the parade altogether." She blushed as she was admitting she had not seen his performance, though she knew the tale he had told, from the Winterfest.

"I am looking forward to hearing your new one at the feast." She sighed, thinking of the hours before she would be free to spend time with him and the others. Damned formalities!, "It was an honour to be part of the Coronation Ceremony... of course, but with that and the preparations before hand as well as swearing fealty. Well, it has been a long day, and it is far from over."

They were behind the Royal Barge, but even though it would dock first, Eira was sure that they would enter the Tower before the Royal Entourage, that was the way of things after all. "I am glad that you will come with me to The Tower." she smiled wistfully. "I would sit with you , Angel and Ed if I could have my choice, but... at least if we get there in good time, I will be able to see where you are and join you as soon as is seemly."

The Tower loomed ahead.
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Pennblade

He listened to the sound of the waves as they cruised over the water. Eira spoke that about the parade, and he began to realize she didn't see the performance. He understood, however. She had been so busy lately that she hardly got the chance to speak with him. He was patient man though. Besides, he knew for a fact she would catch the next performance without a doubt.

"It most certainly has been a long day... I for once will be happy when it is over." Alfred said, hoping for a good nights rest after all this...

The Tower was in the distance. He noticed the boatsman get out of the boat and get ready to help the two of them out. Alfred motioned for him to move aside. The man did and Alfred hopped up on the deck as Eira approached. He extended his hand and gripped Eira's hand, helping her up onto the dock.

He smiled, and put his arm in hers.

"Shall we, dear lady?"

Continued at http://forum.renaissancekingdoms.com/viewtopic.php?t=2248703&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=45

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Angelrachel1119

Angel smiled warmly as she placed her hand into Edwardus outstretched one as he helped her get settled onto the boat. She could sense that he was upset over the fare so she had purposely sat down on the bench near the lad who was to row their boat. Angel gave the lad the address to where she and Edwardus needed to get to and thanked him for his services.
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