Shireroth

He was a simple noble from the eastern part of the Empire. It had been since 3002 ASC (more then 700 years!) that a Kildarian had taken the Throne. Leto III praised his ancestor, Mahamantot I, and his successors (most notably Mors V). They had stabilised the Imperial Republic after a very chaotic and depressing age and had rebuilt it, while protecting its old values and traditions.
While entering the impressive capital, Shirekeep, on a horse, Leto thought about the people who would serve under him: would they accept his rule? More important, certain nobles were eager to receive the title of the 100th Kaiser of Shireroth, and were ogling to avoid that Leto would get coronated as such.
Leto laughed his musing away while looking to the happy faces of the Shirekeepians. The future Kaiser waved to the people while his parade of knights and himself slowly passed the houses and several monuments.

When the parade had finally reached Raynor's Keep, preparations could be made for the coronation. A noble, Arviður, had sworn loyalty to the new Kaiser from the moment the news was revealed by Leto's predecessor, Kaiser Aurangzeb. He would be rewarded for it, just like the other loyal nobles.
"Send him an invitation to sit on the front row," declared the future Kaiser, "The same for Erik, who is still rebelling against the Throne. Maybe we get a fight."

An hour later, the Kaiser was ready to start the coronation and entered the Throne Room with loud singing. Once seated down, Leto looked to his subject... err... fellow nobles and showed them the Sword of Life.
"Nobles of Shireroth and beyond,
I'm proud to welcome you all in my humble palace. My arrival shouldn't be a surprise for those who listened to the predictions of the seers. Even those who avoid this kind of predictions could have known it, as my arrival has been announced in what some called 'the Articles of Coalition'.

A bit more about the Empire now. We're facing a period of peace and stability. My biggest wish is to sustain the current economic situation, and perhaps even stimulate and develop it further.
AtIn this occasion I want to announce that I will go on a trip through the Imperial Republic to get to know the several Duchies and their culture better. This will be known as my Joyous Entries. Every Duke will have to give me a list of places we will visit. This however is a matter for later, please enjoy the party: free drinks for everyone!"

And before people begin arguing about it: I fully support the statementabout Amokolia and Victoria.

Being honoured to have been seated on the front row in the grand hall, Arviður reflected upon the earlier hours of the day when he had had an audience with the predecessor of Kaiser the desired, Aurangzeb. There were tough negotiations between the two, and at no point had Aurangzeb even given the slightest hint that he was to leave the throne. It was a surprise to Arviður, and because of this, he had mixed feelings. He was happy that the reign of Aurangzeb had been a prosperous one, excited with Leto III and his reign, but was at the same time worried. The Kaiser, Leto, was not a person with whom Arviður had had many dealings... He knew not much about him. What would happen to the negotiations? What would happen to Shireroth? What turns would this land take? So many questions were buzzing in Arviður's head, but... but... it was to be good.

So many questions were buzzing in Arviður's head, but... but... it was to be good.

And the Gods saw that it was good.

William Payne was just proud to have made it to coronation, not that he could have missed it. It's not everyday that one of your close friends gets coronated as the Kaiser of all of Shireroth. He sat there for a few moments remembering the hospitality that Leto had shown him when he first arrived in Shireroth. Yes, this would be a great era of prosperity for Shireroth.

Hey, Your Niftiness, I think you're pretty cool. Here, have a random rock.

Arviður saw everything, yet he didn't know who was responsible. It was clear this was planned, no random thug would do such a thing. Someone must have had a grudge... Could it be Erik? Arviður thought... He considered the fact that Erik had been in rebellion for as long as one could remember. No.. he wouldn't do such a horrid thing. Erik is, after all, a good man...

"Another one? Didn't we just have a coronation?" said Isabelle, who had come down with the Orange Plague (slightly worse than the Yellow Plague, but preferable to the Red Plague) and was lying in bed.

"Yes, your Grace," said the unfortunate adjutant, "You have also lost your bet to Eldynuil on the lifespan of Kaiser Aurangzeb. You predicted he would live forever."

Isabelle frowned. "Well, I clearly can't attend the coronation. Don't I have a Steward for this sort of thing?"
"No, your Grace."
"Ah. Well, I suppose we'll just have to Skype, won't we?"

Elwynn sends her congratulations via VoIP.

I hereby wish to congratulate Kaiser Leto III with his coronation on behalf of not only myself, but also on behalf of the Republiek der Nederlanden.

Hail!