My Uncles 1

The coronation played out exactly as I had planned. The ceremony was grand and imposing, that not only showcased the empire's strength and heritage to the foreign emissaries, but also managed to thoroughly intimidate most of the nobles back into their places, insuring their silence and obedience for the next few months at least. Although some imbeciles might still try to foolishly cause some ruckus, it will amount to nothing more than a hushed whisper in a silent void.

But sadly I couldn't keep the hall governed under the suffocating atmosphere I had created, since this was still a time of joy and merrymaking in honor of my ascension to the the Black Throne, and it would reflect poorly on me and the empire if everyone was too nervous to even dare breathe loudly, much less to dance and talk, so I stood up from my throne, while keeping Dark Majesty by my side, as I descended the stairs into the pit of prowling vipers below me.