Chapter 72 - The Coronation (VII)
"Thinking that my father will die because of my king, I feel a little mercy for him, but when I remember what he did for me, that mercy disappears as if it had never existed." Tyrion Lannister, the Hand of the King, watching the nearly 1,000 warships.
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Kinvara looked at the people revering their Messiah and felt that all the work of years had paid off, all the sweat, blood and determination spent.
At that moment, Volantis became a true Theocratic City.
Aenar gestured for everyone to be silent, and they were.
"Kinvara, begin the coronation," he said in a calm tone.
Kinvara nodded and removed her long veil, revealing her face for all to see, which provoked a few shouts of reverence in the background. Ignoring the voices, she focused entirely on Aenar and nothing else.
"God has given you the divine right to rule, and, as He has commanded, my prince will be the king he promised. He will free the heretics from their barbarian gods and lead the unbelievers to true salvation." Kinvara paused and looked at the crowd, asking aloud:
"Is anyone against the words of God?"
The silence that followed in the crowd made Kinvara nod with satisfaction. Under everyone's shocked gazes, she waved her hand, and fire began to gather on her. In the end, a crown of flames appeared in her hands.
As Kinvara was short, Aenar had to lean forward a little, allowing the Reverend Mother to place the Crown of Fire on her head.