The Emperor is dead; long live the Emperor.
And about damn time, too. If that war had dragged on much longer -
But it didn't, and he managed to get the cleanup settled in time for his son's first birthday. First lighthearted public event in four years. Happy birthday, kiddo, you're an imperial prince.
Rainbows dance in the spray of the fountain at the center of the courtyard; lanterns flare to life as the sun descends behind the palace. Talfir would rather be doing paperwork, but this is important. A symbol of peace and stability. He just hopes the kid doesn't bite any diplomats today.