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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Mar 10, 2022 1:21:55 GMT
It was a day full of pomp and circumstance all over the Kingdom that was hours away from being an Empire. The returning RAF from the War of the Second Coalition, all clad on ceremonial garb, marched towards the Great Temple turned Cathedral, Now called the Jerónimos Cathedral.
The troops marched the Magdala through the city, all the while music played in the streets, and revelry went deep into the farthest reaches of the city. People flew flags of the Kingdom, sang patriotic songs, and here and there, cheers in Rodinan and Carvoan could be heard. The Pope, visiting Magdalenum for the first time, was the first to arrive at the Cathedral, so he and his entourage could get acquainted with the space and prepare for the ceremony to come. The second ever Latin Empire was about to be founded.
When Isabel herself arrived, a band comprised of all the RAF branches began playing what was to be the new coronation anthem, composed by an aspiring Rodinan musician, a certain Pyotr Tchaikovsky.
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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Mar 10, 2022 2:11:02 GMT
When the Royal carriage arrived, RAF officers, one from each Province, opened the gates, and escorted her into the cathedral proper. She walked to the Altar, where she was dressed in the New Imperial cloak, and made to wear the new Imperial crown. Trying to keep as solemn a pace as she could, she made a loop around the Cathedral's interior, walking over places demarcated with the names and visage of each of her predecessors. Then, she finally made her way to the Altar to begin her ceremony. Pope Celestine II nodded with a smile as she reached the altar. Then, in Latin, he proceeded: "Brothers and Sisters, we are gathered here today, by God's blessing, to witness the emergence of a second Latin Empire. The Magdali have long strayed far from the truth, but now, they may prosper under God's loving gaze." "Is Her Majesty willing to take the Oath?" He said, turning to Isabel. "I am." "Will you, as the Anointed Empress by God, and selected by the people, promise to hold sacrosanct the laws of Magdalenum, Rodina, Costa do Carvão, Estremoz, Fortaleza, and of other territories or possessions pertaining and belonging, according to their respective laws and customs?" "I will." "Will you, with sceptre, cloak and sword, defend the rights and privilege of all peoples within your realm, and shield them from the snares of the Devil, through just governance and mercy?" "I will." "Do you freely accept the Imperial Crown as a labor of love to all peoples upon whom your banners rely?" "I do." "Do you believe in the Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic church, and all its tenants and dogmas?" "I do so believe." "Do you so promise that in accepting the Imperium as a promise of your Latin ancestors, to serve your office dutifully, until the end of your days?" "I do so promise." "Then by the Power invested in me by the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I dub thee, Empress Isabel of the Imperium Magdalenum. Ave Imperatrix, Ave Magdalenum!" At the sound of the cheers, the Capital erupted into a cacophony of music, cheers, and celebration. The warships in Angra fired 12 salvos in honor of their new Empress. People outside made such a thunderous applause, the Cathedral's windows shook. Before Isabel could retire from the Cathedral, the Pope walked up to her, and gave her a broche of an intricate golden rose. "This was to be a gift from Her Ephemeral Majesty, before, well, the unfortunate circumstances. She is with God now, but her legacy lives on. It lives on here, and in all of Latium. Be proud of what you accomplished here today, Your Majesty!" |
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