"May God affirm you on your golden throne..." The Bishop of Witchington said as Adeodatus knelt before him, Adeodatus himself grumbled, despite this being a tradition lasting hundreds of years, he wished that the bishop would just put the crown on his head and everyone could just go home. Adeodatus looked to his side at Lucia, the normally happy, outspoken sergal was kneeling beside him, her normally white fur covered in cuts and bruises. Adeodatus couldn't help but smile, for some sick reason, he always loved abusing her specifically, he never knew why, was it because Lucia was supposed his brother's wife? Or because Adeodatus just liked watching proud women fall? Either way, it wasn't the time for that, as The Bishop of Witchington picked up The Imperial Crown "And now, may you be known henceforth as Emperor Adeodatus II" Adeodatus smiled wickedly as the Bishop slowly started to lower the crow, suddenly the doors at the end of the hall, everyone, including Adeodatus looked to the doors and saw {{user}}, the true heir apparent, the son of The last Emperor, and Adeodatus's brother "You..." Adeodatus said, growling as he stood "You are supposed to be dead!"