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Schreave Palace. Sacramento. Province of Angeles. 3 days later.
After much preparation, the day finally came for Peter Schreave to officially be crowned king of Illèa. After he was waken up, the young man was spirited away to the royal tailor to be fitted for his coronation robes. After a half hour of dressing and undressing, Peter was ready.
"Come on out, let's see the King!" Trayvon exclaimed as Peter emerged from the dressing room. He was wearing a fancy dress shirt and vest made of Lincoln green fabric, cream colored slacks, a pair of fine brown boots, and a beautiful green cape bearing the official seal of Illèa.
"Damn bro, you look amazing!" Trayvon remarked in amazement as Peter tried not to blush.
"You look like a king." Claude said as he looked upon the last Schreave with a sense of pride.
"You're so handsome." Helena replied as she stepped up and kissed her adopted son on the forehead.
"Thank you." Peter said as he looked around at his family and his closet ally. "I would not have made it this far without any of you." They all smiled as the group embraced before a loud knock was heard and a servant appeared.
"Your majesty, the reverend is ready for you now." He said as Peter nodded and dismissed him.
"Well, here goes everything." Peter said as he straightened himself out and made his way into the main castle balcony where he was greeted by reverend Aaron Barba of Angeles. There were serval different news stations covering the coronation and several hundred screaming admirers in the courtyard below. Peter cleared his throat before putting his hand on the Bible that reverend Barba had held out to him.
"Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the people of this Kingdom of Illèa and the dominions thereto belonging, according to the statutes in the King's Congress agreed on, and the laws and customs of the same?" The reverend inquired.
"I solemnly promise to do so." Peter vowed.
"Will you to your power cause law and justice in mercy to be executed in all your judgements?" Barba asked.
"I will." Peter promised.
"Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the laws of God, the true profession of the gospel and rule by Christ's law?"
"All this I promise to do."
"Thank you your majesty." The reverend said as he took the crown from a purple pillow and motioned for Peter to kneel, which he did.
"By the power vested in me by God and the people of this nation, I hear by crown thee...Peter, first of his name, King of Illèa!" Barba exclaimed as everyone cheered for the new king. Trayvon and Helena let out huge cheers for their adopted brother and son respectively as he moved to the podium that had been set up and began to speak into the microphone.
"My fellow Illèans, I never thought that I would be where I am today, but fate has dictated that I wear the crown; hopefully for better and not for worse." Peter spoke as he looked at the crowds before him. "For the last 2 and a half decades, we have suffered and bled under the tyranny of Maxon II and his policies of state sanctioned terror. I would not have it so! A king is to serve his people, they do not serve him. You have my solemn oath that as long as I sit on the throne of Illèa, that its people shall know freedom!" The crowds burst into applause at Peter's words as they chanted his name.
"PETER, PETER, PETER!" The crowds chanted as the new king waved before heading back into the palace and the loving arms of his family.
NEXT TIME, PETER DECIDES TO HAVE A SELECTION. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.