Lydia would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. Of course she is! Her coronation wasn't long ago, and this marks her first official opening of parliament. There's a lot riding on this, her throne speech should be impeccable, her appearance impeccable. Her body may be a shoddily-constructed mirror on the verge of collapse, but nothing prevents Lydia from making a good reflection, at least. The empress straightens up, takes a deep breath, and begins to walk; the large doors slowly creaking open as a crier declares, "Called into attention, the honorable servants today bear witness to Her Imperial Majesty, Lydia Philippa Helene, Empress of Nasyr, Lady of the Twelve Duchies, Suzerain of the Bordermarches, Descendant of the Divine and so forth." Encased in regal attire that's entirely too ceremonial and restricting for her liking, miles of silk and intricate gold threads follow her every movement through the large chamber, until Lydia finds herself sitting upon the throne. Giving a small moment, she begins to speak, "We, Lydia the First, wish for you to bear attendance and witness to the acts performed within this Chamber in the year 1687, both of Our servants and Ourselves, giving notice that with Our will and beneficence do We lend credence to the following bills within the Chamber We open immediately; beginning with Our own proposals."