[!] THE FOLLOWING PROCLAMATION IS DISTRIBUTED THROUGHOUT THE DOMINION AND ALL ITS PROVINCES [!]
AS OF THIS DAY
MOONDAY 25, HIGHBLOOM, 1563
AS OF THIS DAY
MOONDAY 25, HIGHBLOOM, 1563
For many years I have stood in quiet observation, fulfilling my role as aesti to the La'Cilmeri, ever faithful to the path laid by our ancestors. I have held my tongue as our traditions bent beneath the weight of foreign influence, and I have endured the silences where names and legacies should have been honoured. Silence is no longer a virtue, and patience no longer a shield. Time has come due.
The rightful course of succession, as decreed by our ancient customs, has never favoured gender nor ambition. The throne of our people is not one granted by whim nor by mortal sentiment. As the firstborn of House Theris, I, Klepsydra Theris, have watched the Crown pass over me not once, but twice. Once to a nivlo who has since renounced his claim and title in search of peace outside these walls. Fa'eron Theris, in his wisdom and love for our people and family, relinquished the burden of rule, naming me the successor in private counsel. This decision was not contested. It was accepted. And it will be upheld.
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La'Cilmeri Varyian was once a paragon of what it meant to be Azari'cill. Pure.
A monarch of luminous resolve, unshaken by the tides of lesser realms. Yet that light has dimmed. A once-radiant beacon of Elven composure and supremacy, who now surrounds himself not with the Enlightened, but with sycophants and foreign nobles โ men of different stock and lesser vision, elevated not by merit but proximity. Those who speak to him as though they are his equals have not been corrected. Those who whisper in his ear do so not with wisdom, but with flattery. Under his reign, the sacred halls of our Citadel have welcomed those whose bloodlines would never have seen such privilege in generations past. It is blatant dilution. What was once wisdom is now haze. His words are no longer tethered to reason. In the twilight of his reign, there have been acts unbecoming of one who bears the Crown. It is not merely a difference in ideology that I speak of. It is illness. Whether born from age or some darker affliction, the truth still stands.
His mind is no longer sound.
And I say this not in malice, but in sorrow. I love my Khari dearly. He shaped the foundation of who I am. I owe him everything I am today, and all that I will become. But the 'cill who taught me the sacred verses of Enlightenment is not the man who stands beneath the Crown now. There have been manipulations, quiet and insidious works, all crafted in the dark corners of court. Attempts made to sever me from my intended, through falsified evidence and poison. Whispers and lies. Bonds broken not by truth, but by the hand of a Khari who can no longer distinguish loyalty from treachery. These actions are not those of a Khari or a ruler in clarity, but a 'cill lost to his own spiraling madness.
Unity, Enlightenment, radiance above all. Yet behind closed doors, we came to learn its true meaning. The Dream was not a philosophy, nor a future. It was himself. The Corithiel Dream was Varyian. He made no distinction between himself and the destiny of our people. To defy him was to defy the Dream. What he framed as collective purpose was vanity wrapped in golden rhetoric. What he offered was not destiny, it was dominion. And all who questioned it were seen as enemies. What he sold the people as unity was nothing more than obedience to his will. The Dream was never for the people of the Glade. It was his mask, his weapon, and his throne. And it cannot be allowed to persist under such delusion.
Within the palace itself, unrest festers as well. My Khari's consort has retreated into silence beneath the growing weight of her husband's decisions.
We have seen this before. A line that bends too far begins to break. And House Theris does not break.
This is by no means a coup. This is not ambition. This is correction.
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From this moment forth, by right of birth, succession, and necessity, I assume the mantle of the throne.
Let none question the clarity of my intent. I will not see our legacy bartered piece by piece for the approval of lesser realms. To those who remain loyal, your place in this new chapter is assured. To those who doubt, your time to reflect is brief. Those among the nobility and citizenry who wish to understand the implications of this transition, those who seek their place within the new order, will find me at The Radiant Citadel. Ask your questions, state your claims, and they shall all be answered.
And for those who were promised much by my Khari โ land, title, standing, or privilege โ come forth. Whatever your arrangement was, it shall be addressed and revisited under the eye of the Radiant Crown, not the favor of a fading mind.
Further proclamations shall follow, outlining the restoration of our values and the path forward.
In Light as is Willed,
