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6/23/2025, 10:49:41 PM
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6/23/2025, 10:44:39 PM
The iconic Dom zu Libau, close to which it had all once begun. With its iconic union-shaped spires, it lorded over the Libauer skyline of gabled houses and lesser churches. It had once been the seat of Archbishop Albrecht von Aldershorst, who now rests in the catacombs together with his predecessors and successors. The city was the beginning of the Aldershorsts of Greifswald; it should be fitting that it should be home to its ascension to kingship.
When the day itself thus came, you had been staying in Libau for about three days to make certain that the crown and mantle all fit. Aside from the crown, a new sceptre, a new royal orb and obviously the royal ermine mantle, it was decided that Silberkralle would receive the additional honour of becoming the king's sword, being the only piece of crown jewels with a practical use.
The archbishop of Libau, Johannes von Pritzen, who was by now also promoted to primate of Greifswald, would be the officiant of the ceremony. Besides the foreign guests, the nobility, clergy and the great burghers would also be attending.
At nine in the morning, the circus began. Father was mounted on a white horse clad in white robes; Mother, Anastasia and your children had been relegated to riding in a carriage, which would be followed by carriages filled with your in-laws. While you would ride on Wittekind, you yourself would need to put on the robes in the vestry before everything was complete.
The escort of horsemen had all been given white-red or blue-white pennons for on their lances as they brought you from your residence to the cathedral. From the moment the caravan had left on the open road, you were met with loud cheering; the streets had been dressed up in banners and flowers in your honour. The sound of trumpets and church bells filled the air; the festive atmosphere was palpable as you made your way to the cathedral for the coronation.
By the time you had entered the cathedral, the square was packed, packed with nobles, with commoners, with people from every race and all walks of life. Sons on the backs of their fathers, people looking from out the windows. If there were one day remembered in history, it would be this.
Within the cathedral, the throne had been prepared, and the bishop awaited your father. On cushions lay the crown jewels, and the choirs loudly sang their lungs out.
Slowly, he moved down the nave. He had to walk the distance alone, which was quite a feat for someone nearly crippled for life. He ascended up to the altar, where the archbishop awaited him.
When the day itself thus came, you had been staying in Libau for about three days to make certain that the crown and mantle all fit. Aside from the crown, a new sceptre, a new royal orb and obviously the royal ermine mantle, it was decided that Silberkralle would receive the additional honour of becoming the king's sword, being the only piece of crown jewels with a practical use.
The archbishop of Libau, Johannes von Pritzen, who was by now also promoted to primate of Greifswald, would be the officiant of the ceremony. Besides the foreign guests, the nobility, clergy and the great burghers would also be attending.
At nine in the morning, the circus began. Father was mounted on a white horse clad in white robes; Mother, Anastasia and your children had been relegated to riding in a carriage, which would be followed by carriages filled with your in-laws. While you would ride on Wittekind, you yourself would need to put on the robes in the vestry before everything was complete.
The escort of horsemen had all been given white-red or blue-white pennons for on their lances as they brought you from your residence to the cathedral. From the moment the caravan had left on the open road, you were met with loud cheering; the streets had been dressed up in banners and flowers in your honour. The sound of trumpets and church bells filled the air; the festive atmosphere was palpable as you made your way to the cathedral for the coronation.
By the time you had entered the cathedral, the square was packed, packed with nobles, with commoners, with people from every race and all walks of life. Sons on the backs of their fathers, people looking from out the windows. If there were one day remembered in history, it would be this.
Within the cathedral, the throne had been prepared, and the bishop awaited your father. On cushions lay the crown jewels, and the choirs loudly sang their lungs out.
Slowly, he moved down the nave. He had to walk the distance alone, which was quite a feat for someone nearly crippled for life. He ascended up to the altar, where the archbishop awaited him.
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