"In the name of the Crown and the Light of the Realm," the presiding official's voice rang clear, amplified by a spell, "we gather on this blessed day to witness the ascension of Her Royal Highness, Princess Ines Pendragon, to the throne of Camelot."
The words carried across the hall, reverberating against the walls and pillars.
"By the will of her lineage, by the oath of the nobles, and by the grace of the kingdom, we present to you the heir of King Cillian Pendragon, protector of the realm, defender of humanity, and sovereign of the people."
He paused, lowering his staff. "Make way for the procession."
A solemn roll of drums filled the air. The heavy double doors at the far end of the hall swung open, light spilling in through the entrance.
The royal procession entered.
First came the heralds, carrying banners bearing the sigil of the royal house. Behind them walked the high officials and representatives of the great houses, each in ceremonial dress.
