Throne of Welcome

Alexandros wondered how much of the Golden Throne's appearance was due to his father’s personal taste and how much was due to the necessity of its purpose. For no other throne existed for the Emperor.

Alexandros stood chamber's centre with a single member of his Companions and a single Custodian by his side. He knew the Custodian did not wish to be here. It had been insisted upon by Malcador himself. It was imperative to show a smooth transition of power, temporary however it might be. So, for the first year the Custodians would serve the new High Regent.

All of this rumbled in the back of his mind as he stared at the new throne. Malcador did not support this decision. It was of his opinion that the head of the Imperium be a distant and mobile figure as before. Alexandros knew he could not match his father's style.

Consequently, the palace saw new construction at work less than a few days after the conclusion of the Terran Conclave. The result was a brand new audience chamber, large enough to fit well over 3,000 souls. Already, an entire Century of Halcyon Wardens occupied one wall. Half that number of the Custodians lined the opposite wall. All revolving around a single position in the room's centre.

Moving with dignity and weight, Alexandros stepped forward and turned. He sat in a throne of silver, a constant, visual reminder that his position was temporary. It was large enough to comfortably hold his body. Against the advice of some, it was free of embellishment with one exception. The Aquila was etched against the throne's head, centimetres above the head of Alexandros. He pushed his back straight against the throne and nodded to the Companion. “Open the doors.“

The massive doors at the entrance to the chamber slid silently open for the first time today. Noise soon filled the chamber as the Imperium greeted its new High Regent. [[Category:T]]