Somewhere in the world, this day nestled in Autumn's infancy is quite ordinary. Perhaps it is notable for being sunny, or rainy, or marked by an overlong time spent in bed. A day brought to one's attention for its own merits, or lack thereof, not for its location on a calendar.

In the kingdom of Edesaeno, this day is anything but ordinary. For years, the kingdom has been kingless, and much to the dismay of many of its residents, the neighboring monarchies often understand this as 'available real estate.' The queen of Edesaeno protested this assertion. She has won every war waged against her, but no one interested in conquest is quite willing to acknowledge her position of power until she's personally proved it by defeating their army. It is often difficult for royal blood to acknowledge such trivialities as skill and good judgement, in the face of such damning circumstances as common blood and female form. While their reeducation has been reliable and thorough, there is some hope that a male heir of royal blood will sate the egos of nearby man children.

The eve of his seventeenth birthday and coronation is anything but ordinary. There is much to do, and limited time to do it in.