The Coronation of Caldemar Quilor

Back when I first joined NationStates 2 years and 260 days ago, I received a near-absurd amount of recruitment Telegrams, and the only one that stood out to me was the one sent by Caldemar. I joined, he talked to me, introduced me to the others. We became friends. Really, good, friends. Before NationStates and indeed before Kantrias I was barely interested in politics. And look at me now, because of NationStates, Kantrias and Caldemar - and the many other sweet Kantrians - I am in my third consecutive term as Minister of Foreign Affairs and am far more informed on politics and law than I ever have been before.

Yes, I invited an insane amount of people, but I knew that this joyous occasion was worth it. I am happy to see the activity, and I am so proud of everyone who contributed in making all of this happen. In Kantrias' Discord I said; 'Now I will rest my fingers from typing...' Yet here I am writing this message.

My dear Father, your Royal Majesty, back when we first met you told me stories about Kantrias' glorydays. You told me about our Queen - who became my Grandmother - you told me about the downfall of Kantrias, and began talking to me about bringing Kantrias back from the dust. As such, we created the Alliance.

A year later, here we are, starting this new chapter of Kantrian greatness. For indeed, the foundational vision of Kylia Quilor can be found beneath this iteration of Kantrias; the idea of family, a home away from home.

This will be my first time under you as my King, and I look forward to seeing how you'll 'gently nudge' Kantrias forward.


Now... for the first time I get to say;

Long live the King! To Kantrias, the Land of the Gavel and the Sword!

Congratulations on the coronation! I hope no one minded the llama spit flying in celebration, it should come out of the carpets with a strong enzymatic cleaner.

You aren't supposed to lick the spit, that's just weird.