The Castle Guards are playing instruments reminiscent of Trumpets.
It’s loud. It’s annoying.
I confidently walk towards the Queen, who is standing in front of the throne.
I take a subservient pose and lower my head, while unsheathing and presenting the sword to the Queen.
The Queen grasps the hilt, and slowly taps both of my shoulders with it.
“Hero, for your valiant efforts, my country courteously bestows unto you the Title of Count.” (Queen)
And the Queen returns the sword to me.
“We expect great things from you.” (Queen)