On December 15th 2012, every vampire in the greater London area, from the highest born Ventrue, to the sewer dwelling Nosferatu received the same letter:<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">To all Kindred within the principalities of greater London.<br/><br/>You are hereby cordially invited to Kensington Palace to attend Elysium on the 17th of December. <br/>On this night we will celebrate the becoming of our charge.<br/><br/>Alfred of dellingsworth. Prince of Kensington-Chelsea. </span></div><br/>Though an invitation like this was extremely rare, it was evident that ignoring this was a social faux pas. So it was quite certain, nearly every one of the cities Vampires, all three hundred of them would attend.<br/><br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>On the 17th of December, Kensington palace, which had been suddenly closed for renovations just a few days before, was bustling with activity. People living or working in the neighbourhood looked around in wonder at the enormous flurry of activity. What was going on there? Was someone holding a party? Sure enough, that afternoon an anouncement was broadcast: A foreign diplomat was to hold his son's wedding reception there that night.<br/><br/>At eight that night, the place was completely sealed off, and guards were placed at every entrance. Inside, the palace the main ballroom had been completely redecorated to resemble an eighteenth century throne room. The entire room was filled with groups of Cainites. Some mingling amongst each other, while others are keeping their own company. Looking throughout the room it was as if one was looking at a cross section of the last two hundred years. From 19th century victorians through dandy, punkers, gothics, grungers. It was as motley a group as anyone was ever likely to see.<br/><br/>Around the room stood ten vampires dressed in the uniform of the Prince's guard. They were here to enforce the rules of Elysium on anyone foolish enough to try something. To the observing however, it was clear they were not the only one watching. This was a night the Harpies would be talking about for quite some time.<br/><br/>