The Queen is gone, long live the King!
The laws of royal succession as dependable
as gravity and the grave business of filling a
raw gap in the order of monarchical security
lest the governed have second thought.
This was no ordinary royal, this queen. It was
as though all possible creditable traits a royal
could possess through genetic endowment
in a long string of European royalty skilled
at intermingling to maintain purple blood had
been vested in her. Her profoundly authentic
vow to act as the guiding light of royal
prerogatives lavished as gifts on her subjects
bound her to them and them to her as a
planet to its star. Well and truly did she fulfill
her self-styled obligation of royal virtue
upholding the throne to benefit her people
that the British Empire magnified. She will be
missed as her son and successor fills the breach
in the protocol of royal presence. A king
whose footprint will wobble and weave where
his mother's was firm and decisive in trust.
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