The Coronation (event)
A glorious day, my legions cheer as I march through capital.GetNameNoTier ahead of a great procession. They cry the name my first name as they would sip a wine, drunk on glory and what was once lost hope.
But there is so much more to do, and even as my legions cheer and the people throw flowers before me in jubilation, my mind is trapped in the thoughts of our future. The Sjalvolki's nose has been bloodied, but our victories before now are nothing compared to the campaign ahead...
For Aversaria, we march!