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[Pillar of Perseverance]

The Coronation of King Aurelian Veruna II
And the Appointment of Lady Sibylla Abrantes as Voice of the Royal Houses

“A new chapter dawns over Naboo. Let tradition and the people’s will crown the future.”
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Theed’s skyline shimmered with fireworks, each radiant burst reflected in the rippling waters of the Solleu River. Across the city, bells tolled from ancient spires while Naboo’s people filled the streets in celebration. Within the heart of Theed Palace, tradition and destiny converged.

The People of Naboo have spoken: Aurelian of House Veruna is to be crowned King Aurelian Veruna the Second, sovereign of Naboo. At his side, entrusted with the voice of nobility and people alike, Lady Sibylla of House Abrantes shall be invested as the Voice of the Royal Houses.

The Coronation Ceremony is held in Theed’s Royal Palace, followed by a Coronation Gala in the Palace’s grand halls and gardens. Nobles, Senators, Jedi envoys, Gungan Envoys and Mandalorian Empire dignitaries, and invited allies will gather to honor the King, celebrate the unity of Naboo, and mingle in both formal and casual settings.

This is a time of music, dance, diplomacy, and intrigue, as the festivities offer both spectacle and the privacy required for meaningful conversation.

The Grand Ball (Palace Ballroom)
OBJECTIVE ONE​

The Palace Ballroom glittered with regal splendor, its polished marble floors catching the glow of chandeliers strung high above. Orchestra music swelled through the hall, guiding the steps of courtiers, senators, and visiting envoys as they took to the dance floor.

Along the edges, banquet tables groaned beneath the weight of Naboo’s finest delicacies, their aromas mingling with the perfume of silks and flowers.

High above, discreet alcoves offered shadowy perches for those seeking privacy, providing balcony chambers where politics, covert plots, and promises could be discussed in hushed tones, unseen by the crowd below.

The Royal Gardens Social (Palace Gardens)
OBJECTIVE TWO​

Beyond the palace walls, the Royal Gardens unfurled in tranquil beauty. Lanterns floated above sculpted hedges and reflecting pools, casting a warm glow across marble paths and fragrant blossoms. Musicians strolled between fountains, their strings and flutes mingling with the soft rush of water.

Nobles and guests lingered with crystal glasses of Blossom and Tarul wine, the night air scented with roses and vine. Here, the formality of the ballroom gave way to laughter and easy conversation, a gentler stage where alliances could blossom as freely as the flowers themselves.

Reference Threads
The Wolves at the Door
Future Regents Dinner [THR]

Spoiler: OOC Disclaimers

OOC Disclaimers
This thread is going to be a fun one, but please keep in mind that the Coronation Event and Gala on Naboo is a social thread. Do not derail, disrupt, or otherwise throw what is intended to be a fun social story.

There is no PVP here. You are more than welcome to conduct covert plotting shenanigans that will not disrupt the social aspect, such as creating connections and allies and plotting schemes, but that's not an open door for open conflict or combat.

If you're in need of partners, feel free to LFG in the RSVP thread here.
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[Pillar of Perseverance]

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Coronation Hall
Theed City | Naboo

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The sound of bells rolled across Theed, echoing from its spires and carried down to the waters of the Solleu. Fireworks shimmered against the twilight sky, their reflection scattering like jewels across the river. Within the Royal Palace, the vast Throne Hall stood filled to its vaulted heights, every seat occupied by Naboo’s Assembly, Gungan Envoys, nobility, ministers, and invited guests from worlds near and far.

At the foot of the dais, the herald stepped forward. Robes of crimson and gold trailed across polished marble just before he raised his staff, striking it three times against the floor.

“By the will of the People of Naboo, and with the blessing of Shiraya,” his voice rang, carrying to every corner of the hall, “Let it be proclaimed: Aurelian of House Veruna is to be crowned King Aurelian Veruna the Second, sovereign of Naboo.”

A brief pause, and then the Herald announced Naboo's new Voice.

“And by the will of the Royal Houses, let it be known: Lady Sibylla of House Abrantes shall be invested as the Voice of the Royal Houses, to speak in unity between throne and nobility.”

The hall erupted into applause. Nobles bowed their heads, Assembly delegates rose to their feet, and the sound of drums and fanfare carried the moment into history. The Minister of Culture stepped forward, bearing the royal diadem for the King, and a golden lapel fleur pin bearing the sigils of Shiraya for the Voice.

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[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Coronation Hall
Theed City | Naboo

Life… is a series of fragile moments strung together with diamond threads. Threads that will lead to defining moments that will forever change your life.

The words she'd heard from her grandmother as a child seemed to echo in Sibylla's mind as the Minister of Culture presented the Sovereign crown for Naboo to her.

The diadem felt cold in Sibylla's hands as she carefully plucked it from its velvet perch, finding it heavier than she had expected, as though it carried every choice that had brought her to this moment.

The coronation party stood tall beneath the colored light spilling through the Throne Hall’s stained glass windows. They towered above her, depicting Shiraya with arms outstretched over Naboo’s moonlit waters, past kings and queens etched in glass like watchful specters. Incense burned at the base of the dais, its sweet smoke curling in the air and carrying the scent of myrrh and Nabooan cedar.

Sibylla’s gown shimmered under the light, its pale gold and embroidered Karlini silk flowing in ripples under the glow of the lights. Holocams hummed softly in the upper tiers, while hovering droids captured every angle for posterity, their red ocular recording lights winking like fireflies as they hummed and zipped around. By all accounts, Sibylla appeared the part they had given her, not only Naboo’s noble daughter but now to be her Voice, every stitch of her dress echoing the quiet strength in her spine.

But inside, her thoughts raced and turned.

What if I had stayed in the candidacy?

The question didn’t burn or sear; instead it lingered as a wayward thought. All her life, she had been groomed, educated, trained, molded, and shaped for the moment she would wear the crown of Naboo on her head. So much so that the desire for duty, responsibility, honor, and expectation, threaded together with her own desires, blurring lines that only seeded doubt on whether she truly ever wanted it.

Even then, she could still picture it, herself crowned, herself seated on the throne behind her. It had been within reach. On another strand of that diamond thread, perhaps she would have chosen it.

Yet she did not regret stepping aside. Instead, pride threaded through her chest. Aurelian hadn’t won this crown alone. Together, they would wrestle Naboo from chaos, shape this night with their choices, their compromises. He would bear the crown, but she would bear the voice. Not lesser. Different. Necessary. The balance Naboo needed, a sovereign and bridge, a King and Voice.

Her hazel eyes met amber as he stepped forward, and in that instant she saw both the man he had been and the one he had become. Aurelian Veruna -- once her rival, the brash prince and relentless senator -- now stood as her ally, her confidant, and her friend.

With solemn but predatory grace, he bent the knee before her. The dark silk of his hair caught the jeweled glow of stained glass as he bowed his head, and for a breath the hall itself seemed to hold still.

Sibylla lifted the diadem with both hands as she stood before him, the hush wrapping around her in its significance, and then she lowered it, setting the crown of Naboo upon his head. She straightened then, and her clear melodic voice rang through the vaulted chamber.

“By the will of the People, and with the blessing of Shiraya, I proclaim to you Naboo’s sovereign, King Aurelian Veruna the Second.”

The hall exploded to life. Applause thundered like artillery. Brass fanfares swelled from the balconies. Outside, fireworks painted the sky, their light flooding the colored glass until Shiraya herself seemed to blaze.

All around, hovercams whirred to capture the moment as nobles and commoners alike rose to their feet, and the sound of celebration filled every vaulted corner of the hall.

Yet through the thunder of applause, Sibylla’s gaze never left Aurelian. The very corner of her mouth curved into a subtle smile, barely there, but enough for him to see. This was no loss but victory, their victory. The first step into a Naboo remade. A Naboo that would not bend, would not suffer fools, nor be left defenseless to the wolves circling its gates.

No. Naboo would rise. Naboo would prosper. And she would stand at the heart of the High Republic, bearing the mighty hand of judgment for all who dared to oppose her people.

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Location: Royal Palace, Naboo
Tags: OPEN - OBJ 1
X | X

"Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown."​

King Aurelian Veruna the Second knelt on the marble floor. His ceremonial robes of silk and velvet felt heavy, a mantle of history, but his muscles remained taut. Though his head was bowed, his spine never truly bent; instead, it lowered with the poise of a resting predator. The hush of the Throne Hall pressed in, thousands of eyes fixed on him, yet Aurelian's gaze never left one person: Sibylla.

Her hands lifted the crown. For a fleeting, dangerous heartbeat, Aurelian wondered if she felt the urge to keep it, to crown herself instead. He almost wished she would, just to see the fire in her eyes burn brighter than the jewels themselves. She had always been the rival who kept his blade sharp, the voice that spoke truer than his own pride. Now, she stood above him, the embodiment of grace and steel, the very image of Naboo's Voice.

The crown settled onto his head, colder than he expected, a ring of fire kissed with ice. Aurelian drew a slow, steady breath, as though inhaling the centuries of kings before him. The hall erupted in thunderous applause, but still he looked only at Sibylla, his eyes catching the faint, treacherous smile at her lips.

Victory had never tasted so sharp, nor so sweet.

"We are bound to one another in ways we cannot fathom. Our lives are not only our own."​

He rose with deliberate poise, his height casting shadow and light against her gown. The hall reverberated with fanfare, yet the silence between them thrummed louder. His hand brushed the golden lapel fleur pin, the token that would seal her role. For an instant, he let his touch linger longer than protocol required as he fastened it to her dress, his fingers grazing the silk near her collarbone. His eyes, full of subtle challenge, never left hers.

"You bear Naboo's Voice," he murmured, his tone laced with pride and something dangerously close to possession, pitched so only she could hear him. "Do not let them forget it."

Then he turned, at last, to the sea of nobles, senators, and envoys, all erupting in jubilation. His smile, wicked and regal, spread across his face like fire through dry fields. Charisma poured off him in waves, effortless as breathing. To the people, he was every inch their sovereign: brilliant, unshakable, Naboo reborn in flesh and crown.

"What we do now echoes in eternity."


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As the hall's doors opened, the coronation gave way to the gala. Aurelian strode with a predator's elegance down the marble stairs into the ballroom. Chandeliers scattered gold across his dark hair, his steps echoing confidence. He clasped hands with Senators draped in velvet, traded words with Gungan envoys whose eyes gleamed with measured trust, and offered the Mandalorian dignitaries a smile sharp enough to draw blood. His laughter rang through the hall, warm, yet edged with the restless hunger that never slept within him.

Aurelian basked in it all: the music, the wine, the politics wrapped in silk and perfume. To the untrained eye, he was the golden sovereign, crowned by destiny itself. Yet, those who watched closely, perhaps only Sibylla among them, would see the restless flame in his gaze. He looked past the dance, past the smiles, to the game behind it all.

For tonight, Naboo celebrated. Tomorrow, he would begin to remake it.

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[Sibylla Abrantes]

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The Grand Ball (Palace Ballroom)
OBJECTIVE ONE
Open for Interaction

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The golden fleur pin felt heavier than silk at Sibylla's collarbone, catching the lantern light as she moved with a gracious smile through the crowd. To all watching, she was Naboo's Voice, radiant and composed. Still, Aurelian's words lingered.

You bear Naboo's Voice. Do not let them forget it.

There was no time to dwell on the memory. She had a new role to play, and that meant composure through every glance, every approach, every whispered exchange that might find her tonight. Pleasant as she tried to be, Sibylla had already arranged for additional security and attendants, a quiet safeguard against overly bold guests who might need a swift dismissal.

Yes, she had made preparations specifically with Thessaly Veruna in mind, and she felt no shame in it.

Already, the first guests were drifting toward the grand ball, eager to take the floor beneath glittering chandeliers or slip away to the discreet alcoves above. The orchestra's overture rose and swelled, coaxing dancers onto the marble floor.

With every handshake and every nod, Sibylla told herself to focus and plan for what was coming ahead to steady her spine, as the herald at the top of the stairs raised his voice once more.

"On this night, Naboo crowns a King. On this night, her Houses find their Voice. Let friends, allies, and honored guests of Naboo join in celebration. May music, wine, and fellowship bind us stronger than any chain of war."

He struck his staff again, bowing low before the dais.

"The Coronation Gala begins."

 

[Cassian Abrantes]

Coronation Hall
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Cassian Abrantes had seen Naboo in many lights, dawn’s hush over the Solleu, the golden blaze of festivals, even the shadows of tragedy. But never like this. Never beneath a sky that seemed to burn for its people, never beneath a hall that thundered with joy and history at once.

From his place among the nobles, a half-step back from the dais, Cassian’s gaze held steady on Sibylla. She was radiant, yes, but more than that, resolute. The weight of expectation sat on her shoulders and she bore it as though she had been born for nothing else. The crown in her hands might have been meant for her once, but as he watched her set it upon Aurelian’s brow, he understood: she had chosen a different crown, one carved of voice and conviction.

He felt the applause ripple through the marble beneath his boots, the roar of the people echoing like surf against the walls of the Throne Hall. Yet Cassian’s focus was narrower, keener. His chest tightened with quiet pride, not just for her, but for Naboo.

Still, the sharper instincts within him, honed in senate chambers and whispered corridors, could not rest. For every cheer, there would be whispers in back rooms. For every fanfare, knives being sharpened in shadow. He caught sight of dignitaries exchanging looks, envoys whose applause lacked warmth, nobles already calculating where their advantage now lay. The King had been crowned, the Voice invested, and that meant the game began anew.

He allowed himself one breath of stillness, one glance at Sibylla framed in starlit silk and colored glass. Then, with the faintest incline of his head, as if she might feel it from where he stood in the chamber, he promised himself, and her, that he would stand as shield and sentinel, as brother and ally, no matter how dark the currents grew. And as he glanced towards Aurelian, he himself closed his eyes and gave a small bow of his head. Truthfully, not to mock, but to congratulate and show acceptance. Cassian did cast his vote for him after all, and just like the events that followed that. That decision he would live with the rest of his life, if it came back stab him in the back.

Cassian’s jaw set, his amber eyes scanning the hall like a soldier on watch, even in finery. Let the holocams capture the pageantry; his thoughts were already with what came after. He would celebrate, yes, but he would not be lulled. Naboo was stronger tonight, but strength always drew predators.

The bells tolled again above Theed, and Cassian’s eyes burned with a steady, unyielding light. This was only the beginning.

OBJ 1
Ballroom
Tags: Open
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The ballroom was a storm of light and music, chandeliers dripping brilliance over polished marble while gowns swept and boots clicked in time to the orchestra’s swell. Cassian lingered near the edge, amber gaze measured, watching the ebb and flow of nobles and envoys like a general observing troops on a field.

Then Elian arrived, or rather, announced himself, as always. He slipped through the crowd like he owned it, cloak trailing, smile wide enough to rival the fireworks still painting Theed’s sky. Within minutes, he had two young senators laughing at some scandalous tale, a pair of duchesses leaning in a touch too close, and a servant blushing as he complimented the artistry of a wine pour.

When he finally made his way to Cassian, he carried a glass in each hand, one of them clearly meant for his brother. “Ah, Cassian, there you are! Brooding in the corner like a tragic hero out of some old Nabooian ballad. Drink. If tonight isn’t cause for it, nothing is.”

Cassian accepted the glass with a faint arch of his brow. “I was observing.”

“You were sulking,” Elian corrected cheerfully, clinking his own glass against Cassian’s. “And why sulk? Our dear Sibylla just became the Voice of Naboo. Do you realize what that means? It means every time someone wants to complain about taxes or trade disputes, they’ll have to come crawling to our sister. House Abrantes, Cassian! The name will be on every tongue from Theed to the Mid Rim.”

Cassian took a slow sip, choosing his words with care. “It means she has placed herself at the very heart of Naboo’s politics. A position of strength, but also of risk. Not every tongue speaks kindly.”

Elian waved the thought away with a flick of his wrist. “Oh, let them whisper. Sibylla can turn whispers into weapons better than any of us. Did you see her tonight? Regal, poised, not a single hair out of place, she had the entire hall eating out of her hand. Even Aurelian looked humbled.” He grinned wickedly. “And that is no small feat.”

Despite himself, Cassian allowed the corner of his mouth to tilt. “She was… remarkable.”

“Of course she was,” Elian said, eyes glittering with both pride and mischief. “She’s an Abrantes. We’re remarkable by birthright. You with your stoic knight routine, me with my irresistible charm, and Sibylla with her voice that could silence an army. Really, we’re a complete set.”

Cassian shook his head, though there was warmth behind the gesture. “One day, your antics will land you in more trouble than even Sibylla can talk you out of.”

“And when that day comes,” Elian replied, raising his glass high, “you’ll brood, she’ll scold, and I’ll charm my way out of it. That’s balance, brother. That’s family.”

They touched glasses again, and for a moment, the noise of the gala faded, leaving only two brothers, one steady as stone, the other bright as fire, bound together by pride in the sister who had just changed the course of Naboo.

 

[Aiden Porte]

The crown lowered onto King Aurelian's brow, and the chamber seemed to exhale with the weight of history. The Throne Room was filled with thunderous applause and the echo of bells carried in from the city beyond, yet Aiden's focus lingered elsewhere.

He studied the moment as only a Jedi could: detached yet deeply aware. Aurelian Veruna II, sovereign of Naboo, sat where generations had risen and fallen. Power was both gift and burden, and in the young king's posture Aiden saw the fragile balance between the two. His gaze drifted then to Lady Sibylla Abrantes as she accepted her investiture as Voice of the Royal Houses. Her composure was flawless, but he knew the role she carried was no less heavy. The Voice would speak not only for nobility but for the currents of ambition that flowed unseen.

It struck him, as the ceremonial words faded, how fragile this unity was, woven of silk, tradition, and hope, but fragile still. For all the light and celebration, shadows always sought to intrude. The Force whispered as much, subtle currents tugging at his senses, reminding him that the galaxy beyond Naboo's rivers and hills was restless still.

OBJ 2
Royal Gardens
Tags: Open​

When at last he stepped beyond the marble halls into the Royal Gardens, the air shifted. Lanterns glowed like starlight suspended among roses, casting soft reflections in the pools. The fragrance of blossoms mingled with the crisp sweetness of Naboo's night. Music drifted gently here, unbound from ceremony, as though even the strings of instruments sighed in relief.

Aiden paused beneath an arch of flowering vines, letting the hush of the gardens settle over him. His eyes traced the silhouettes of nobles in conversation, laughter spilling like wine from crystal glasses. Children darted near the fountains, their joy untroubled by the weight of politics. It was… beautiful, undeniably so.

For a moment, he let himself simply be, no duty, no lightsaber at his side, no titles or expectations. Just a man, breathing in the peace of his world. Yet beneath it all, the Jedi in him listened still. He felt the warmth of hope in the people gathered here, but also the tremors of uncertainty at the edges. Aurelian's reign had begun, Sibylla's voice would soon echo through noble halls, and somewhere beyond these lantern-lit gardens, the galaxy turned ever closer toward storm.

Aiden closed his eyes, centered himself in the Force, and exhaled. Tonight was for Naboo's joy. Tomorrow would bring whatever it must.

 

[Kira Veylan]

//: Sibylla Abrantes //:

Dress​

The coronation was altogether, in her not so professional opinion, an overly fluffed up event.

Similar in some ways to a corporate change of executives. Different in the lavish arrangement of details and abundant crowd present to witness the change. But no less an excuse to show off the budget with which the party had available to them.

Though this gathering could have done with more donuts at least.

Synthflesh added and an appropriately advised dress worn, Kira made her way through the crowd to the one that would guarantee the best chance of a required meeting.

Augmented eyes not active as she extended a metallic hand to catch Sibylla's attention before the woman could stray further.

"I have a request, if you would." Her face set in her best polite company smile.