"Yes, they've seem to taken well to me. A little indulgence goes a long way according to Niccolo Machiavelli." Sable had adopted most of the great thinker's approach to government with just a touch of Mencius' thinking thrown in. She's happy that they love her for the way she is, a single woman ruling in her own right. Even in the modern day the council is pushing her to produce an heir for the throne. But today is for celebrating, not worrying. Slowly the procession makes it's way towards the central square, letting the people catch of a glimpse of them. Every now and then Sable deviates from the route, accepting small gifts from children and receiving and giving blessings to the people lining the streets.<br/><br/>Something the crowd caught her attention though. Magick, but not something she's felt before. Quickly she scanned through the gathered people, trying to find it's source. Before she can find it she has to move on, but she would be sure to speak with someone about it later. Finally after a few minutes the reach they square, which earns a cheer from the people in attendance. "Well Master Halt, shall we cross blades?" The Queen hadn't worn her sword to go walking through the crowd. A page comes forward with her weapon in hand. He offers it forward after bowing. Sable takes it after tipping her head to him before tying the sword on around herself.