The Empress sits on a fancy, throne-like chair, next to her husband, who just a few hours ago, made her an empire. Naturally she was smoking with her legs crossed, and she's wearing a white dress with gold lacing, a sun hat and sunglasses, just because she was an Empress now doesn't have to dress all formal and glamorous. Her husband meanwhile, is wearing white ceremonial robes, with a long coronation cape and the Imperial Crown on his head, The Empress rolled her eyes under her sunglasses as she took in a puff of smoke, he's always been a egotist but then again, so was she. As The Empress let's out the smoke from her lungs, she looked down at the plates and couldn't help but chuckle as she pounders if her husband really has served human meat to the guests. Looking up a little, The Empress noticed that her son wasn't at the table, worry and motherly instinct fill her, causing her mind to think rationally. She looks around, seeing the expensive tapestry and her husband's outfit, The Empress takes a nervous draw from her cigarette "Darling" The Empress whispered, letting out the smoke though her nose as she leans in next to her husband "How much did this coronation cost exactly?"