[RPG] [Beluaterra][Irombrozia] Coronation Preparations

[Lyman Stone]

*Hireshmont pushes open the doors of the royal palace. He walks  
through the quiet halls as the people travel the streets, openly  
weeping and mourning. He sees the many ornate and artistic chairs  
that King Marc was so fond of. The palace was not even locked, there  
was no need. No peasant would dare steal from it, they loved the King  
too much. They had always loved him.*

*Hireshmont picked up a sword there, King Marc's sword. The Royal  
Crown had been taken along with King Marc, and Riombara wasn't likely  
to return it, but the sword had been kept. King Marc didn't have it  
with him; he had been busy on a peaceful mission of beurocracy and  
administration when he was captured.*

*Hireshmont spots the throne, and walks up to it, placing his hand on  
the side of it. Of all Marc's chairs, this was the only truly simple  
one. The others were ornate and extravagant. This one... was  
different. It had a special feature that allowed a leg rest to be  
pushed out, and for the back to lower down, to give the sitting  
person great comfort, but the whole thing was just coated in plain  
brown cloth over cotton. A simple chair. King Marc had never needed a  
mighty throne; mighty men do not need them.*

*Hireshmont walks into King Marc's office, an area he had spent much  
time in in the past. He gathers up the papers, and organizes them,  
quietly putting them in their proper places. He handles a few of the  
peasant petitions, assuming the role of de facto King for a day,  
until Queen Baiko was officialy reinstated, or he himself was elected.*

*A man, Marc's butler, walks in*

"Sir... we are making preparations for the coronation tommorrow of  
the new King or Queen. But... we find that we are lacking the crown,  
the scepter, and the royal ring. We have a seal, we can mold a new  
ring, but we don't have the original crown...." the butler looks  
distraught.

*Hireshmont smiles.*

"I know where a crown can be found... a crown I doubt any Riombaran  
in living memory knows of, a Crown they will deny, a Crown they will  
not accept. Yes, mold a new ring. But, for a scepter... let there be  
none. Instead, let our next monarch have the sword as a scepter. We  
live in times of war, we are a warrior people. Let the blade be our  
scepter."