"IN THE NAME OF THE MARTYR, the blessing of our Supreme Mother, the fortune of the Old gods and the rites of Visha, I now pronounce you, ISRAFEL BLÜDTHÏRSTE Regent of the South. Uniter of the desert tribes. Head of the Triumvirate council. King of the Badlands." Natalya placed a crown of three gold stars on Rafel's head. Like her face, her words were beautiful.
The new king coronated knelt in front of his ivory throne, polished in the enamel metal and browned by the sands of the desert. Natalya, the virgin of the Coldflame stood behind him. His head was up to her torso, the tip of his crown just between her cleavage. She was dressed in splendid white. Rafel at her feet was in a tunic of gold.
