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The Duke announced in a loud voice, “His Pharaonic and Royal Majesty, Heir of the Pharaohs, Sentinel of Rome, Defender of Byzantium, Conqueror of the Umayyads, Defender of the Faith, Guardian of the Maghreb, and King of Cyretopolitania, Aksel IX, and Her Pharaonic and Royal Majesty, Mother of the Fatherland, Queen of Cyretopolitania, Samia.”
King Aksel XI appeared on the portico dressed in white robes trimmed with gold that seemed to float over the white uniform of the Royal Navy admiral. He was a tall, fit-looking fellow whose olive complexion matched that of most Cyretopolitanians, but whose features and blue eyes bore more than a passing resemblance to the Excalbian Imperial Family. He wore a blue and gold striped nemes headdress with a band of golden laurel leaves that constituted the Crown of Cyretia. He held out his hand to Queen Samia, who was considerably shorter than the King and whose colour palette was a bit darker. She wore a shimmering gold and silver gown with a jeweled necklace and her own nemes headdress and golden tiara. Hand-in-hand, the King and Queen descended the stairs.
The King approached the Ernestines and smiled slightly. “We bid you welcome to Cyretia, Your Majesties. Your Highnesses.”
“May we present our eldest son, Crown Prince John, and our daughter-in-law, Crown Princess Irene.”
“And our daughter, Princess Ilizibith, who you may recall from your garden party.”
Finally, Agizul turned to Princess Yulia and smiled. A servant approached and offered a golden tray to the prince. He took a small loaf of bread, tore in half. He dipped it in a bowl of olive oil and offered it Yulia. “My provision, offered to you, Your Highness.” He bowed his head. “Will you accept?”
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