Although they beseeched those who would wish them well, within the vaulted echoes of Westminster Abbey, to forgo the betrothal of gifts, in exchange for the promise of charity, he thought it would be remiss of his nature, to abstain from offering a modest token of his regard for the future king.
It was a gilded Mulberry creation of pure iridium, forged and crafted by the artisan himself, and presented in nearly as much confidence as the bride’s immaculate gown. Etched within the four sterling posts was a phrase, attributed to the sovereign's ancestor, and inscribed by his careful hand in the original Old English:
Þæt is nu hraðost to secganne, þæt ic wilnode weorðfullice to libbanne þa hwile þe ic lifede, and æfter minum life þæm monnum to læfanne þe æfter me wæren min gemyndig on godum weorcum
The calligraphic representation of his regal lineage revolved into a magnificent convolution throughout the gleaming frame, until the millennial phrase met at the apex of the distinctive piece, which was crowned by a radiant, round-brilliant, amber sapphire, the breadth of which could only be comprehended in myth. The stone, mined from the abysmal depths of a former colony, belonging to HRH, was fortified within a decorative platinum pedestal and hoisted at a determined angle, best suited to accommodate the sun, as well as the fluorescent embers of moonlight.
It was the second bed he had ever made.
Implode. Part LXVIX - DK
