The following morning after the lavish garden celebrations, Eleanor oversaw the commencement of the most sacrosanct rituals solidifying her reign - the ceremonial blessings and invocations bestowed by the highest holy orders of Eldoria.
From the soaring, vaulted splendor of Avalon Cathedral, Eleanor presided with pious humility as hundreds of sequined vestments and gilded censers processed through the sprawling nave. The air was thick with resinous frankincense and the unwavering chants of white-stoled clerics. It was an ancient, immutable ceremony of spiritual benediction upon Eldoria's newly crowned queen.
Despite the profound solemnity of the rites, Eleanor couldn't quite repress a swelling of pride and contentment from blooming in her breast. She had defied all those who would deny her rightful destiny and now basked in the full regality of her consecrated rule being cemented by the inviolable powers of faith itself.