Chapter 175: Another Kind Of Battle
The hour passed and at the appointed time Julius made his way towards the Throne room, he awaited before the door, where two Praetorians were acting as doormen, their hands gripping the door handles waiting for the announcement indicating to those already in attendance the arrival of the Ruler of these lands.
and once the speaker had done so the double doors we swung open, Julius took long strides into the hall not choosing to glace around and headed straight to his throne, taking his place atop it, the door guards followed closely after him and stood on his diagonal sides while he took the throne.
Now seated he looked out at the hall before him,
The lined row of seats was presently only filled with 3 bodies, Zeff, with Miri beside him on one side, while Queen Serena was seated on the opposite side.
The dignitaries who’d arrived were all kneeling before this new monarch, though presumably the Ramie, and Christendom ones kept their bloodshot gazes fixed on the queen.
"Please stand various representatives of our neighbours" <Julius>
Having given his consent the assembled noble men, and messengers rose to their feet, raising their heads to stare at for the first time upon the man of many speculations.
Julius Aquitania, seated atop a marble throne first for a grand emperor, he was dressed in what many perceived to be an all-black military uniform with gold trim, his laurel crown resting atop his head.
Imposing was a word that fit perfectly as many of these men could not help but swallow their collective saliva upon laying eyes on the Grand Duke.
This is the man of the rumours, the incompetent lord who rose from rags to riches.
Who snubbed the armies of Visigoth single-handedly.