Barbara
The Prince of the dunes entered the thrown room. His outfit was nothing like the one he wore to thunder fest. It fully covered his body in a white and orange robe, only with the smallest hint of extravagance on it. Sadly only having three rings worn on his hands, but each ring was more rare than the last, with one covered in small rubies, another with a large blood diamond, and finally a common silver ring. His wrists and forearm were wrapped in a golden braces that sat nicely, with the glimmer of the gold just managing to escape the fine silk sleeves. As they day was not one to draw attention, he was defiantly dress quite reserved.

The Sun Elf looked around at the numerous nobles and other members of Royalty, slightly intimidated the Prince was ready to watch on. He walked down the isle and found his seat. He'd look over to a high elf which he could only assume was some noble of Findara that was close to the previous king, given the mermaid dress. He did find the beauty of such an elf intriguing, but he assumes he'll wait for the next thunder fest to speak to such a lady. 

For his first time seeing the Bear king, he felt a shiver down his spine, knowing the man was such an influential figure. He was not scared of the shapeshift as a man, as the prince had taken down many a creatures in the desert. When he saw Delsandra again he got a small grin, knowing at least someone that was semi-positive towards him was here. Besides his sister at least. 

He stood in his aisle and waited for his sister to find him, and the coronation to properly begin. He was upset that the organisers couldn't be bothered to have seats at the very least.
Christine
What a sight it was to many to see the dreaded, bloody bear king in his human form, and attending the coronation of Prince Astalios Dilitrios no less. His presence was enough to cause mutterings and whispers, but he hoped it would send a message across the land that Alyus was not what many believed him to be. At least, that's what he hoped would happen. In reality, it took a lot for Alyus to muster the will to come to such a ceremony. After all, the moment the king had heard news of Sideron's passing, he celebrated by getting drunk. Down with those that had wronged him and his family. In Infernum may they burn and stay for all eternity.

Alyus would not let his mind linger on such a blood boiling subject. Rolling his neck gently, Alyus straightened out his form as he stood next to Khisfire's princess. Donning his signature silver, black, red and gold armor, the look all came together at the apex of the bear king's form; his glorious crown. It was only then did it settle in that Prince Astalios would soon wear one just as Alyus', and rule over a kingdom that had the strength to challenge his own. Clenching his jaw slightly, Alyus would simply have to play the game that all royals played. Speaking of, Alyus soon looked down at Princess Nala with a side eye, the king cleared his throat and looked ahead. Speaking calmly, his voice was like a rockslide from his throat down to the princesses ear, and likely the prince beside her as well.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both, your highnesses. Even under such grim circumstances." Alyus did not offer the same greetings to Princess Delsandra nor the high elf woman towards the end he did not recognize. Not out of spite or in an attempt to be rude, Alyus simply didn't wish to speak over the son and daughter of Khisfire. *That* Would be rude. He'd simply have to greet them later on.
Risa
Frigid was the somber air that laid rather silent within the throne room of Alynthi, hardly any chatter present from the bodies that, few and far between, filled the massive space beneath the four white marble pillars that held up the decorated ceiling under soon to be King Astalios's throne. Given the tone of such a double edged sword- the atmosphere was quite dull. Color present, but not in the eyes of many. Princess Nala Samir had already trailed in behind her big brother, Hannibal, and stood shortly beneath the grace of him, as well as the other four royals. Her face was solemn, radiating the same look she always had during royal meetings or get-togethers. However, this time was deemed far more serious than just a prince's coronation. It was the loss of one was well. King Sideron was an honorable man, one who garnered respect from many, and was surely leaving a lot of hearts broken on this day of celebration. Catching the eye of the Queen regent, Samir took note of the glossy haze stuck in her eyes. And to that gave a gentle nod of silent respect as the two locked gazes.

It had been a very long time since the princess of Khisfire had left her castle home, though she hadn't forgotten her manners and duties as a royal in the slightest. Even if it was her own brother who had to drag her out from her bed to bring her here, Nala would remain a pillar of respect and grace in these weighing times. It was the least she could do. Although, being that it was her first appearance out since her own tragic loss, the princess was anxious of small talk about it all- hating the gossip of her life come from mouths who did not well know her...
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Unlike her brother, who was proudly wearing their respective kingdom colors, Nala opted for her own choice of wardrobe that consisted of mainly all black. At a first glance, it almost would have seemed as though the princess was attending a funeral, and not a coronation. However, the more you gaze upon the sun elf's presence, her beauty shined through the respective clothing draping her petite yet curvaceous frame. Mermaid dresses seemed to be an appearing theme here tonight, as Nala donned an elegant, tight knit gown that cut lowly under the tops of her torso. Golden specs of iron lace crisscrossed through the fabric, creating somewhat of a corset effect in the front. On each shoulder, the princess could be seen with long curtain shoulder capes that draped all the way to the floor in length, gold chained cuffs keeping them in place as they laid beautifully across her chest and neck- attaching to the layered golden collar around her thin neck. Samir's look was fully completed with a few touches of jewels embedded into her long, thick braid. That dark raven hair tumbling down the side of her almost to the floor just like her dress- each loose strand of hair framing her tan face and making her bright green emerald eyes pop with color. Lastly, the crown sitting atop her head gave way to the entire look, making her seem rather intimidating in all black, but also very refined. Being the youngest here, Nala didn't want to be looked down upon. 
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Nevertheless, what princess Samir *Didn't* Expect, was to be standing directly next to a man she did not know, but felt alarmed enough to keep her eyes away from. At first glance, the skyscraper of a male definitely stood out within the line up of royals. His armor striking intimidation through the poor girls heart, although.. It took her a minute to recognize that symbol... *He was the bear king.* 
Nala quietly took a sharp breath inwards, feeling the cold air get sucked through her teeth and down her throat like a jab to her windpipe. Quickly, and rather slyly, the princess then inched herself closer towards her brother, before gently looping her arm into his so the pair were touching. A normal sign for the older prince to know his sister was getting antsy. Never in a million years would Nala think she would be in the presence of such a monstrous man, and thus, started to question just why he was invited here today. Nevertheless, the young sun elf kept her composure, and never wavered that silent look on her face. Even when King Alyus boomed his voice down to the siblings... 
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A painful chill ran up Nala's back the moment she felt his hot breath tingle beneath her long pointed ears. There was a flex in the woman's jaw as she kept her eyes straight ahead- *Squeezing* Poor Hannibal's hand in hopes he would take over the talking after she spoke up, "The pleasure is ours, Great Bear King." Samir said, a sharp sternness in her heavily accented tone. Even if Nala was sheepish around the one and only legend of the ice King, it *Was* Rather intriguing to finally meet him in person. Because, as legend serves, Alyus has never left his kingdom in *Years*. So perhaps he is starting to have a change of heart... Regardless of his reasoning's, the princess felt her mind lingering to the other royals standing off to the right of her brother. She was amazed at the beauty of princess Delsandra, and even the gorgeousness of a high elf she had never met. Jealousy was not something Nala would ever come to find herself experiencing, as she knew her worth in beauty. However, the young woman loved to admire all souls, finding the natural beauty in everyone she meets.
Samuel
As the royalty and nobility allowed themselves a few fleeting moments of conversations, a wave of silence soon befell the attendees as a priest decorated in robes of black walked to the front of the room. To nearly everyone, the priest would immediately be recognized as a high priest of Devinah the All-Mother, made obvious by his black robes littered with little white stars that almost seemed to twinkle and move. The man himself was a tall and slim high elf with a pure white circlet atop his head, a single black jewel at its center. The last two notably features about the priest was the long necklace hanging down the front of his robe, the symbol at the end one all would recognize as the symbol of Devinah, two hands cupping a planet; Lucidien. The other, the large staff in his hand with the same symbol sitting atop it.

As the crowd quieted down in his presence, the priest raised his hands to the sky and closed his eyes, offering a silence prayer to the Gods above before offering nothing more than a simple nod in the direction of the doors into the throne room down the aisle. The two rows of guards seemed to tense a bit, and as the doors slowly opened in walked the princess of Alynthi; Alora Dilitrios.
Tamika
The massive throne room doors swung open. Suspense, then light. A bright hue of soft yellow and black ignited the room as the sun shafted through the stained glass windows and sent its rays into the castle. As light towed into the room, a solemn and sorrowful individual was seen standing at the frame of the open doors. It was the princess of the kingdom. Her cheeks seemed puffed and rosy, as well as stained with streaks of dried tears. The emerald eyes of the kingdom's gem glistened as welling tears created a thin layer over the iris of each. 

Alora straightened her posture by pulling back her sinking shoulders and slightly puffing out her chest. The princess sharply drew in air from her nose, and right before she could let it out she took her first stride. She suck up her welling tears as much as she could before she continued to walk forwards and further into the throne room. Her steps were small and elegant, but each step held some form of hesitancy. If it was not clear already, the princess was dearly missing her father. Though, that wasn't the only reason why she had tears teasing her sockets. She was proud of her brother and bliss that his hard work was about to pay off by inheriting the crown to be known as ruler. 

She wore a beautiful black-n'-gold dress and a cape that'd been the result of the labour of thousands of silk worms.

The dress had been crafted and sewed for special moments that'd require her to further represent her kingdom. Indeed was she wearing it on this very special day, but her general fit had a touching detail to it. On her neck circled a necklace of gold that her father had gifted her to wear strictly on special occasions. She hadn't gotten to wear this piece of jewelry yet, until today. Her head held her precious tiara that'd been decorated with many luxurious gems and rocks. 

In the hands of the princess was a precious vase occupied with holy ointment. Only the gods knew how many Alynthi royals had been blessed by this oil. Once she made it to the end of the throne room, she handed the vase off to the priest that was present and lowered her head down to pay her respect. Elegantly she stepped off to the left and placed oneself next to her tearful mother that stood next to the throne. The ceremony had officially begun.