Music started to play as Jordan made her way down the aisle. Eyes turned and looked at her. She was dressed in a light purple dress. Behind her walked eight of the new Annabe soldiers. So many people are here to see me crowned? I can't be more nervous. But I won't show it. They were dressed in the same uniform as the Canadian soldiers, except her's were in light blue. She walked up to the throne and knelled. The Bishop of Annabe picked up the crown. But instead of placing it on her head he said. "Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of Quebec, formerly the nation of Annabe, according to it's respective laws and customs?
Jordan breathed deeply. So it begins. "I solemnly promise so to do.
Bishop: "Will you to your power cause Law and Order, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?"
Jordan: "I will."
Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the unity of this Kingdom and defend it in times of need and war? Will you maintain the Church of Quebec and preserve unto the Bishops and the Church there sommitted to their charge, all such rights and privilieges? Will you understand the need of your people and help in anyway you can?
Jordan: All this I promise to do. The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me God."
The Bishops carefully placed the crown on Jordan's head and moved out of the way so she could take her place on the throne. As she sat down the Bishop said. "All Hail Queen Jordan Artorion, Queen of Quebec. May she rule well."
