Take the enemy majesty home

Chapter 34 Margaret Mansfield

On the day of the coronation, the weather can be said to be the best day for Olivia in recent years.

If Marguerite's social ball was full of passion and romance that day.

So today, everything is sacred and solemn.

Nina, who always likes to talk about her, is especially quiet today. To be precise, everyone in Jialan Palace is extremely cautious. They count every step accurately, for fear of taking too many steps and not taking too many steps.

Nina helped Margaret, who was wearing a white royal dress, and a group of maids dressed her in a red ermine robe with gold trim.

Margaret stepped on the red carpet and sat in a golden carriage. This expensive carriage will take her from Jialan Palace, passing through the crowded Alice Square, to Middleton Cathedral for the coronation ceremony.

Leading the carriage were the Dukes of Zephaniah and Bartlett.

The Duke of Austin was no longer worthy to lead the way for the Queen because of his reputation, and the Duke of Wilde was too old to walk the whole journey. The Duke of Horatio was pushed down by other dukes. on the duke.

Margaret didn't care who led the way for her, although judging from the coronation ceremonies of successive kings, these two dukes must be the ones that the queen will reuse in the future.

But she knew that it was not she who wanted to reuse them, but Chrissy.

When passing by Alice Square, the curtains of the golden carriage were not lowered today, and Margaret smiled and waved to the cheering people in the carriage.

When they arrived at Middleton Cathedral, the noble ladies selected from the nobles wore white clothes to hold up the Queen's robes and escorted the Queen into the church on both sides.

The moment Margaret stepped into the church, hymns sounded, and the clergy on the high platforms on both sides wore monk clothes and sang hymns.

Margaret walked towards the finish line with her head held high.

At the finish line she saw the Pope and Chrissy waiting already.

The anointing ceremony was extremely confidential. After Margaret sat down, two knights opened the golden tent beside her. The Pope asked her:

"Your Majesty, are you willing to take an oath?"

"Are you willing to take on the burden and make sacrifices for Olivia's future?"

Margaret looked into the cloudy eyes of the old Pope with firm eyes: "I am willing."

Her voice was not loud, but it echoed in the church for a long time.This is an oath, it passes through the city walls, passes through the constant flow of time, and falls in everyone's heart.

The Pope anointed Margaret's hands, collarbone and forehead, and he muttered from the Bible:

"Anointed One, you have been baptized by Erka, the deer god, as a monarch, pastor, and prophet, and you have been anointed as a king."

"The anointed one is blessed by the gods and becomes the queen admired by all peoples."

The pope raised the golden crown from the tray held by the archbishop next to him, held it high in the air, then lowered it, and put it on the head of Queen Olivia.

At this moment, everyone stood up and saluted. At this moment, the choir sang to the top with hymns.

At this moment, her name was Margaret Mansfield.

"Your Majesty Margaret, your identity is undisputed."

Chrissy led the nobles to swear loyalty to Marguerite who was sitting on the throne.

Margaret walked out of the church with a gemstone scepter and an orb in her hand.

She walked through the arches and murals, and the long river of history faded behind her, and the sky above her head seemed particularly empty at this moment.

As she stepped out of Middleton Cathedral, the chant suddenly died down.

The sun that shines on all things falls on the golden crown, and at this time, the queen moves from the dim dusk to the bright dawn.

At this moment, no one can deny, no one can refute, people saw Olivia's new life in the queen.

After the coronation, the queen officially settled in Merman Palace.

When night fell, she appeared in front of the top floor of the palace, turned on the switch, and countless lights awakened the thousand-year-old country.

This is the apocalypse of a new age.

After the ball started, Marguerite and Chrissy danced the opening dance as usual, but this time it was different from the social ball, the queen had to dance another dance with others after the first dance.

And this person can basically be sure to be the queen's future husband, Olivia's prince.

Clichy let go of her hand and stepped off, leaving herself alone on the dais.

As Chrissy retreated, the noble gentlemen stepped out one after another. They were so pious that they performed a gentleman's salute and raised their hands in front of the queen.

Marguerite silently stared at the gentlemen in a circle around her, and looked at the smiling Chrissy in the audience.

Everyone was watching this scene, everyone around her was the result of Chrissy's careful selection, and she had to make a choice at this moment.

Just when Margaret's trembling hand was about to fall, a palm wearing a white lace sleeve crossed many peaks and caught the touch of tenderness.

A clear female voice sounded on the silent stage:

"I wonder if Her Majesty would like to dance with me?"

The blue eyes contained the morning light and fell into the deep purple forest. Margaret held the jade hand and showed her the most sincere smile today:

"Of course, Your Majesty Samantha."