The grand hall before the throne was lined with columns, each one displaying the banner of his sigil. The throne was on an elevated platform at the end of the hall, several attendants standing there. There were several Imperials standing there as part of Altair’s official royal guard. There was a banquet room adjacent to the coronation hall where the guests could celebrate later.
If Altair was nervous, he certainly didn’t show it. He knew his family was there in the crowds, but he didn’t focus on any individual right then. The tiefling walked out into the platform before the throne. There were several items that would be given to him, the crown the very last to go on his head. Altair gazed out towards the crowds.
He was adorned in his military officer formal attire shortly before one of the attendants placed a regal cape over his shoulders that had been worn by many kings prior. He was also handed a ceremonial blade. Altair stood tall and proud in his attire, his face impassive and not betraying the anxiety he felt. This was a historic day not just for him, but for the entire Din household. This was the day he was writing his name into the history books to be read well beyond his death. And it was one of many chapters to follow.
The official ceremony would begin shortly.