She has arrived.
The accompanying historians appear calm, silently recording the Empress's itinerary.
The beautiful and glorious Empress Sylph Sussex York arrived in the loyal city of Hansa on September 21, 1794.
Green leafed five-petaled White Rose banners fluttered through the streets, artillery fired twenty-one shots, and the red carpet stretched from the city gates all the way to the central square.
Caesar Roland personally led foreign officials ten miles out of the city to welcome her.
When the Empress lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage, waving to her subjects, the cheers were deafening.
There were no pre-arranged actors, it was all genuine emotion.
Roland dared to vouch for it with his integrity, at least he hadn't set up anything.
He smiled as he looked at the dazzling Sif, the sun-like figure eliciting his reflections.
When they left the Imperial Capital, they couldn't be described as stray dogs, but they were certainly in a sorry state.
