Hans Borg, representing the Democratic Party, would be one of the scepter bearers, alongside Sir Carter from the Liberal Party. Although typically at odds, the two politicians were peacefully coexisting in the waiting room, sharing cigars.
Albert, as a special guest, did not have a specific role in the ceremony. However, he would serve as a knight escorting the Queen’s carriage during the parade, accompanied by Kerns, Prince Louis (son of Princess Marianne), and Baron Andrew, one of the Queen’s cousins. The four young men were dressed in full regalia and riding boots.
“Where is Her Majesty?” a palace official asked, reporting that the land vehicle was ready.
“Her Majesty is in the studio and will come out soon,” Cynthia replied, looking at the tightly closed studio door.
Wilhelmina was dressed in formal attire, wrapped in a gray squirrel stole, standing alone in the studio.
On the north wall, facing the fireplace, hung a portrait of Emperor Wolrich, the founding emperor of the Osenberg Dynasty. The young emperor had slightly curly golden hair, a proud expression, and a determined gaze.
This beautiful and talented monarch was a legend, recognized as a political and military genius in the Galaxy Empire. He lived only thirty-three years but left a remarkable legacy that made him proud.
Wilhelmina stared at her ancestor’s portrait, her gaze seemingly met by his. The emperor seemed to silently convey something to her.
The young queen smiled, lifted her skirt, and curtsied to her great-grandfather.
“Bless me, Your Majesty,” Wilhelmina said. “I will hold all the stars in my hand.”
She stood up and walked out.
Everyone waiting outside stood up. Wilhelmina hugged her grandparents and placed her hand on Albert’s.
“Let’s go. Don’t keep the guests waiting.”
In the White Pearl Hall of the Hall of Heroes, all doors were open, and guests in formal attire stood neatly on both sides of the red carpet.
To the sound of ceremonial music, Wilhelmina, in her full regalia and surrounded by her guard of honor, walked down the carpet and sat on the throne, overlooking her subjects.
Her fair and delicate hand would now govern this vast empire, and her youth would be dedicated to this world.
When the Grand Elder placed the crown on her head, the hall erupted in cheers.
“Long live the Queen!”
