The brilliant C major tune of the English song of ': crown imperial ' by Walton took over the whole palace. It was orchestrally performed by the local church choir. It felt like the tales told of the heavenly voices, there voices rang in glorious accents and very pleasant to the ears.
People were sitted already. It was not going to be such a big coronation service, as so many family member were not present, or the fact that people that were regarded as family has lost entitlement of that title, and so couldn't attend such a ceremony.
It was the same old tradition that had been imployed for the ceremony, only that this time around, prince Liam had resolved in his head to keep introducing change gradually into the system no mattter what happened.
