Bells rang throughout the Royal Capital beneath a boundless blue sky. Festive decorations lined the streets, and Lordaeron's royal banners hung from tall buildings everywhere.
Today was Prince Arthas's coronation. Every household in Lordaeron City had headed out early to the Royal City's square to witness the new king's crowning.
Preparing the coronation was an extraordinarily complicated affair. The Royal Capital needed repainting and decorating inside and out, ensuring that every stop on the new king's procession looked pristine.
The court paid for the ceremonial food served to the capital's people, but preparing it still required the women of every household to pitch in. The women of the Royal City had been run off their feet all week.
The men had not been idle either. They had transported vast quantities of grain and magical supplies from Tarren Mill and Dalaran.
The grain would be distributed after the celebration as a blessing to the people. The magical supplies would keep Lordaeron City brilliantly lit throughout the night.
Gunpowder salutes were forbidden in the Royal City, making dazzling fireworks produced by magical energy the preferred choice.
The procession before the coronation was indispensable, a tradition preserved since the founding of the Arathor Empire.
When King Thoradin first became emperor of humanity, he had reviewed the armies of the various human tribes in Strom and received the people's acclaim. Only then could he rightfully ascend the imperial throne.
This procession both legitimized the succession and honored tradition, keeping everything proper and lawful.
The Order of the Silver Hand had offered no response during the early preparations, so training for the procession fell to the City Guard Army Corps.
Blackmoore had been driven to his wits' end selecting soldiers with both handsome faces and fine physiques for the training.
Yet, absurdly, the day before