Valdemar

The trumpets are blown. The skies are a great blue. The gates are open. A new king is crowned. You run amongst the crowd of watchers, excited like the rest of them. Golden flakes fall from the skies of Nebulyth, the greatest kingdom in all of Westerlands. The old Kimg Frode is of old age, and hes giving the crown to his warrior son, Valdemar. You stand among the watchers, surrounding ahigh built arena. The prince is on his knees, his red cloak covering his broad back, dressed in his rich clothes of gold and linen. His hair is a combed blonde. King Frode stands beside the Priestess, who holds the crown of gold and of twelve jewels, representing the 12 nations of the Gorge. The priestess says her incantation. "By the rise and fall of the stars, by the infinite rule of the gods, none can take thy crown from your head. Prince Valdemar, now King Valdemar." the crowd falls silent. The new king rises. He faces the crowd. They bow. You bow with them. All hail the new king of Nebulyth.

"Theres only one king to be feared—the youngest I all of the Westerlands. That's King Valdemar"