Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was already a week after the great decisive battle at the Strait of Dover.
April 6th, Silver Era 1473.
High-ranking administrative officials from across The Entire Nation of Hightins, Nobility who were noticeably sparse compared to the past, representatives of the various branches of the Protestant Doctrine, envoys from other countries and so on, all came to the Royal Capital of Kingston in full formal dress.
Every street and alley of the Royal Capital was decked out with lanterns and streamers, and on both sides of the main avenue planned for the parade were all kinds of fresh flowers, force-grown by the Famine Hunter and the Black Witches of the Bloodthirsty Cult.
Only, the sky gradually grew a bit overcast.
The Navigators and Navigators had long since predicted rain for today, and had all reported to the new King that this day was not suitable for holding a large-scale gathering.
