My goddess, with the scale and sword in hand, watches over us. The balance is as natural as grass and wood. Punishnt is decisively ted out to evil. Power and fairness are both necessary to becoming a monarch our goddess blesses. Our goddess watches us from above. The people look up. Fairness, justice and might are the qualities required of our nations monarch. The previous King was dedicated. May our new monarch rember the mission of our goddess. Once our goddess has passed on authority, she shall be crowned with her blood as the land. Now, we are gathered below Goddess, her scales and sharp sword. Welco new Queen, Queen Vera Galaluocia!!
Servants opened the door. The vassals on either side bowed. They hid their eyes from the gaze of the goddess, one that contained excitent, hatred, ambition, deep thoughts, gazes that a monarch would never lack. No matter when it was, a monarch was destined to experience those things, but Vera had already beared more than any other monarch had.
Veras lover abandoned her at a young age. Then, she ca through despite every eting with sches and dangers every step of the way. She went from a small, weak Princess into a Queen clothed in extravagance. The crises she experienced each step were the steps she had to ascend to reach the throne. The naivety in her gaze gradually vanished and was replaced with an empty smile. She didnt want that young man anymore; she desired the crown before her.
Everyone, called Vera, raising her eyebrow just lightly. She swept her gaze over the lowered heads on both sides. Nobody present held a higher status than her. There was nobody with a more prestigious status than her. She wore a confident and proud smile. She waved her arm clothed in a white glove. With a smile, she stated, You may raise your heads.
Veras white cloak rustled along with the sounds of her shoes stepping onto the ground. Vera walked with the poise of a composed and confident monarch. The nation never had a female monarch before. While she was wrapped in prosperity and luxury, she was in a more precarious situation than her father was. Despite that, though, the dangers were comparable to just another al from her perspective. There were still people after her life. The rumours, gossip, slander and deliberate difficulties the vassals would impose upon her were insignificant to her.
The four sisters nervously followed her while trembling as they looked at the vassals on both sides. Though it felt sowhat shaful to wear such revealing clothing in front of people, the gazes of the people werent on them but on Miss Vera. Nona and Vera, who walked ahead of their sisters, were more worried about stepping on Miss Veras long cloak. Daisy could see Liu Yues fur that was standing up due to tension if she turned her head.
Miss Vera?
The pope at the other end watched Miss Vera approach. He went to proceed to the next step of the ceremony where Miss Vera would pray before the goddess to ensure she wouldnt do anything to sha the goddess and pray for everyone. The pope would then wear the crown on for her. However, just as he approached her, she gently pushed him away.
Vera gave the pope a smile. She took the crown from his hands and wore it on for herself. She then looked over her shoulder and said, Dont stand on ceremony, my esteed four maidens. Co. Co to .
The sudden change to the original plan left the four sisters and people down below at a loss for what to do. Nevertheless, the four sisters imdiately went over to Miss Vera the way they rehearsed. Miss Vera planned it beforehand. The assassins wouldnt hurt the four sisters; thus, she believed herself to be safe as along as the four sisters were by her side. There wouldnt be any martyrs whod blow themselves up along with the four sisters. She was certain Ikana would rather spare her than hurt the four sisters because destroying her own nation for a personal vendetta was beyond foolish. Subsequently, Vera was fearless.
Everyone, I know what you are thinking. Youre wondering if theres sothing different about my coronation this ti. I can explain it to you. Miss Vera didnt sit down on her throne right away. With a confident and proud voice, she declared, I dont accept Goddesss blessings for she didnt bring here. Everyone, think about it. What are you right now? Can you call yourselves high-ranking vassals, officials and nobles? No. You are but traitors. Youre either male traitors or traitors of tradition.
When I stood up to succeed my father, how many of you supported ? Have you all forgotten what you did? I rember all of it. It was just yesterday when I heard your rage and moral claims, yet here you are now, not daring to utter a word. Youre all traitors. Youre traitors even if a revolt was to happen. Youre shaless cowards, you snakes. Im curious why my father didnt see through your disgusting facades when he reigned. Ive seen through you, though.
So then, traitors, I wonder how you feel now. Goddess had nothing to do with my ability to be here. I got here with my determination, my competence and loyalest soldiers, who put their lives on their line to escort here. Goddess never protected when I was in jeopardy, yet shes now supposed to be the witness to my ascension? This goddess is also a traitor. Why should I accept a crown from a traitor and her blessings? Im my fathers daughter, a descendant of the Galaluocias. I am Vera. I personally crown myself to inherit my clans rule over our nation and you traitors. I am the first Queen, but I believe countless Queens will erge in the future to step all over your prejudices and ego as n. Henceforth, I shall rule as Queen of Galaluocia until the day I die. I wont disappoint my father, friends or people. That is my ascension speech. Thank you, Pope, but I shall wear my crown on myself.
Once Miss Vera finished speaking, she adjusted her crown on her head then sat down on her throne. It was dead silent down below. Vera looked left then right before the first applause ca. Miss Veras bold and defiant speech stunned the four sisters. Three sisters, who finally ca back to their senses, finally clapped. The people below slowly began to clap, filling the entire hall with resonating applauses.
The pope was left to awkwardly stand alone in the hall. His humiliation evolved into anger. A sovereign doesnt care for a clowns feelings. Queen Vera never spared the pope another look. After all, what a sovereign needed to look at was sothing greater.
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