Neo Kervoskia sits on the throne, the Osiran Queen Consort, Brunhilde, on one hand and the Crown Prince, Syberis, on the other. He looks out across the cheering masses of Osirans and smiling faces of allied ambassadors and nods vaguely at them all. What a glorious sight to behold - such unity and purpose in the region that he has served for so long - but how wonderful retirement will be. Every day closer to his abdication, he'd slept in a little later and trusted his son to the duties of the Pharaoh. Give him a taste of it a little early. Make sure that he was prepared. But he was prepared. NK knew that. He watched with little interest as chariots carted priests and nobles of the region through a divide in the great crowds to the platform where he and his family were seated.
He stood and waved the crowd to silence and Syberis ceremonially came to stand in front of him. His face remained serious, but internally he laughed at his son's solemnity. A priest - Badger - stood before the two of them and giving a speech which he could only assume was rousing, judging from the people around him. Badger moves toward him, and he bows a little, allowing the priest to remove the crown from his head. Syberis makes the same bowing motion and Neo Kervoskia watches proudly as his son puts on the white crown, then the red crown. Narrations ensue describing Syberis' dominion over Upper Osiris, then Lower Osiris. Syberis bows once again and Badger lays the Double Crown on Syberis' head. The crowd seems to reach out, awed, as Syberis stands fully and is presented as Crown Prince no more, but Pharaoh of Osiris. 
Neo Kervoskia watched, proud, as the applauds from the Osirans subsided and he stepped away from the throne, making way for his son. Syberis stood for a moment, addressing his people as their leader for the first time. He takes a breath, steps back, and takes his seat on the throne. He is Pharaoh. Hail.
