Anthony
*The words pounded like distant waves upon his mind. Each of them he had read a thousand times and reread ten thousand. Hear now the supplication of us the unworthy. The feel of the holy oil as it poured over him, bestowing upon him the blessing of the gods to rule his kingdom, was unlike anything he had ever felt - a symphony of sadness and pride, of grim duty and sheer joy.

It was the touch of the truly sublime - of the divine - that hit him now, drove him to such emotion!

Tears might have welled up in his eyes is he had not steeled himself against them, forced himself to project that same aura of strength. He would not falter before the eyes of the world, he would not fail before any examination, and he would bear the weight and the joy of what was now his station with the utmost honor - making his life a service to his people, protecting the realm and the world, keeping the flame of hope alive. 

It was his duty to succeed his father. Now, it was to be fulfilled. With a voice that surprised even him in its strength, he let the reply pour from his lips, like a vessel of strong wine finally uncorked. The speech was filed with passion that gave it substance.*

"Lady Devinah of our fathers, All Mother, who created all things by thy word, and by thy wisdom has made man, that he should walk uprightly and rule righteously over the world; thou hast chosen me as King and judge over thy people." *Chosen as king and judge. It was a truth now, spoken to the ears of the world around him, imprinted on reality. Those that chose to ignore it now were willfully blind or simply spiteful, refusing to see what was plain and right.*

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"I acknowledge thy unsearchable purpose towards me, and bow in thankfulness before thy majesty. Do thou, my Lady and Governor, fit me for the work to which thou hast sent me; teach me and guide me in this great service. May there be with me the wisdom which belongs to thy throne; send it, that I may know what is well-pleasing in thy sight, and what is right according to thy commandment." *Sharp control, he thought to himself, was the mark of a good king, and the oaths of his fathers well knew this. The oaths they had spoken were meant to be followed, and he hoped he was a worthy tool for the task of ruling, a man to be admired in time, to make his mark on history last.*

"May my heart be in thy hand, to accomplish all that is to the profit of the people committed to my charge and to thy glory, that so on the day of Ygdramen's judgment..." *Astalios would be king until he died, or the world ended. Ygdramen would judge not only his soul, but his worth as a leader then, and he hoped he would be fit to the standard.*

"I may give him an account of my stewardship without blame." *He concluded, voice echoing through the throne room with finality. He bowed his head once more to accept the crown. Soon, he would be raised on the shield the four carried. He never thought he would see the day when this ceremony was performed for him.*
Samuel
The priest dipped his head respectfully to Astalios before finally placing the crown of a king upon his head. Now that he had been raised up into the air, the four priests holding the shield he stood upon turned so he could face those there to witness this coronation. The priest of Devinah raised his hands high to the heavens before his voiced boomed into every pair of ears within the throne room.

**"Long live the king!"**

The four priests then lowered the shield, allowing Astalios to step off of it. Moving out of the way, the newly named king would then be able to take his seat at the throne, the throne for the king of Alynthi. It was where his father once sat, and his father before him, and now Astalios would reign over one of the greatest and largest kingdoms across Lucidien. All who laid witness to this event would know it. The priest of Devinah stepped forward, gaining the attention of the crowd once more. Speaking for one final time, the priest shouted and all would repeat his words thrice, thus ending the coronation ceremony once and for all.

**"Valda! Valda! Valda!"**
Christine
Watching the proceedings unfold, Alyus had all but drowned out the monotonous speech the priest had given, then the answer Astalios followed with. He was more than bored of all this talk and ceremony, but he had to remain stoic and alert. No reason to make an enemy of the new king, right? At least not yet. The king's eyes did dull when Astalios was lifted into the air like some idol of the Brotherhood however. Did he think this was some sort of concert? What was with all the posh and fluff, it was unnecessary at least to Alyus. Eyeing some of the other guests to gauge their reactions, all seemed awe struck like puppies and children with a new toy dangled in front of them. Alyus wished to leave, be done with this redundant ceremony. Returning his gaze to Astalios when he was lowered and then walked to the throne, the booming voice of the priest seemed to widen Alyus' eyes slightly.

"Valda! Valda! Valda!" It was Alyus' voice that likely boomed over most others, loud enough to *Ensure* Astalios heard him. The bear king's crystal and icy blue eyes were locked onto the elven king, his expression one almost resembling that of mockery. Nevertheless, once all had finished shouting with one another, Astalios returned to his quiet stance, hands placed behind his back. Curious to see who else had shouted along with him, Alyus eyed the other royalty to his side. Nala clung to her brother like a home-sick child, Hannibal seemed more interested in the women present, Delsandra had her gazed glued to the newly crowned king and Sierra seemed more worried about the princess and queen. What a joke. Children, the lot of them. They were princes and princesses flanked by a true leader, and now another named before them.

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As the crowd awaited patiently for Astalios to give his first true speech as king, Alyus truly wondered what he'd say. Promises to the kingdom were likely, as well as a payment of respect to the late king Sideron. Perhaps even the queen regent would say a word or two, though based on her empty expression even with her daughter Alora at her side it was unlikely. So, Alyus remained stoic and quiet in his stance, and impatiently waited for the ceremony to end. All he wished for now was a drink.
Tomas
"Valda! Valda! Valda!" Caleesi's soft voice chimed out into the air. She had been standing silently across rows of Alynthi guards that separated her from not only the royal guests, but also the comfort of the now named king and princess. Lady scarleth, when have hearing of the news of the former king's passing, had fallen deep into a state of sadness and despair. King Sideron was someone Cali's parents loved dearly. Someone so constant in her life, as she was frequently attending royal gatherings on behalf of him and his family. Seeing such despondency here today... It was hard not to shed a tear to such a beloved and well respected king, however, the grandmistress would not do such a thing. At least not right now. Perhaps the perks of being a vampire was the beautiful yet- scary access to your core emotions. Being able to control them in times such as these, Caleesi was able to frame her angelic face to look as aesthetically pleasing as she wished. And, in this case, it remained rather sensible and pragmatic. Fully aware of the grief that lingered in the air, but also fully attentive to the joyous celebration of her old friend and prince.
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There was not an inkling of a doubt in Cali's mind that Astalios was going to be a great leader, as he had proved himself worthy of this role so many times before. Upon the coronations beginning, the high elf could sense the disposition on the king's face. Whether or not his deep brown eyes lifted her way or not, Caleesi did her best to offer gentle smiles of admiration and proudness, the ends of her cheeks lively hinted a kiss of pink that lit up the joy in her bright blue eyes. Her heart was full of great pleasure and happiness for him, and she would only wish that he could feel the same for himself. As the ceremony was coming to an end however, Lady Scarleth took the time to shift her focus elsewhere if only for a moment. She had paid no mind to the guest this evening, mainly due to the pain shattered all over Alora and her mothers faces. It pained Caleesi to know end to know exactly how they were feeling, and wished so deeply to be by their side in such a dire time of need. However, part of Cali even wondered if Princess Alora would even come to recognize her anymore, as she was far too young to know of the high elf's presence in her castle so long ago...
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Regardless of her thoughts and opinions, the grandmistress took the time to gaze her sights upon the royals that stood mere feet away from her. Of course she couldn't see them all perfectly through the hulking figure's of armored knights that separated them, but what she *Could* See was that of a far more massive figure, one that's armor she had not ever seen before. Squirting to get a better look, Caleesi's eyes flickered ever so slightly as she put the pieces together of just who this odd man was that towered amongst the rest. He was the great bear king, and that alone sparked confusion and interests all at once. Scarleth had only ever heard of tales and rumors when it came to King Alyus. Ones of fear, and many of mystery. Studying the drab look on the man's face, Caleesi fiddled with the stag clipped to her side, brushing her fingertips over the figurine's antlers all the while she pondered on what it would be like to talk to such a legendary King. Perhaps she would if given the chance... But for now, the high elf let her eyes drift elsewhere. 
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She took note of the siblings of Khisfire, their lavish cultural outfits sticking out to her in ways of elegance and uniqueness. Caleesi didn't see much use in talking to Prince Hannibal or Princess Nala Samir in truth, given she figured there would not be much to talk about. To her, they lead very different lives from the elven woman, and while Lady Scarleth was no stranger to the polar opposites, she did not feel the need to have small talk with every soul here tonight. Skimming her view further, the unforgettable appearance of Princes Delsandra struck a chill down the female's back- causing her posture to stiffen. Although Cali had only met the Eladrin elf once, she had left a rather sour taste within the sorceress's mouth. Something about her... It just wasn't right. Thus, Scarleth made a mental note to steer clear of her this evening if at all possible... Last but not least on the end of the row stood what was to be believed as another high elf. Someone Caleesi herself couldn't make out nor recognize. She did her best not to strain her neck to look, as that would be a disaster within itself. However, from what Cali could see, the royal woman seemed rather laid back and polite. Though- that was only an observation. Now that the Coronation was over, and Astalios was now named King, there would more than likely be time to engage in small talk. Caleesi herself torn between where her attention would be needed most as she began to twist her eyes from the royal guests and her King and princess...
April
"Valda. Valda. Valda..."

*Sierra merely whispered the words. She had no desire to make herself be heard, in contrast to the overly compensating bear king. If anything, his showoffish behaviour told her all she needed to know, to confirm that rumors she had heard of him were true. 

The soon-to-be Queen of Findara looked forward to what would come next. An opportunity to meet many new faces. Potential allies, and more dauntingly, potential enemies. Once again, her gaze shifts over the masses, and just to be certain, she runs a finger along her brow, pretending to push away some hair, while subtly casting a trivial spell that would enhance her eyesight. 

No squinting necessary. 

Her gaze crosses that of Caleesi's, but with so many other interesting faces it barely lingered, greater interest was diverted to the newly coronated king. A man who she should make conversation with soon enough. 

For now, she would await proceedings. After all they would hardly go and drink themselves silly here. Besides, her rather feeble back was already starting to ache from the bothersome standing around, and a seat or even an opportunity to lay would be heavenly. 

Still, she felt that this was... Underwhelming in some way. 
Her coronation would be twice as grand, and thrice as impressive. 
After all, Findara doesnt get to celebrate coronating an elven queen that often.*