“But there was no greater honor than standing beside Mar- Emperor Septim as he stood against Mehrunes.” The crowd roared, eating up her words but their cheers only caused the void in her chest to ache. It is an honor to serve the Empire and her great people.” Inhaling deeply, she pressed on, voice wavering. “Thank you, High Chancellor, for this ceremony and-,” her right hand closed around the amulet, it’s appearance flickering in her hand, “award. Taking a calming breath, she forced herself to speak.
'You’ve done this before, put on a charming smile and tell them the words they wish to hear.’ Her lips twitched, her gold eyes running over the crowd. ‘No,’ instead she nodded her head, knowing what was expected of her. “If you’d like to say a few words, Lady Corbeau.” Ocato spoke gently in her ear after a pregnant pause. Swallowing painfully, she pushed herself up to her full height, surveying the endless sea of strangers. “The Hero of Kvatch and now the champion of Cyrodil, Lilith!” She stumbled, both hands coming up to catch herself on the smooth wooden podium before her to a roaring applause. “But, we all know who you’re really here for.” Lilith felt a hand on her back, her eyes widening in panic as Ocato pushed her forward. Lilith’s eyes pinched shut, in a small reprieve from the stare of well wishers and council members. The award ceremony had been thrown together two weeks after Mehrunes had been vanquished.
“But thanks to our brave Champion and our dear Emperor, Tamriel is safe once more!” The crowd cheered, their voices echoing around the large auditorium. “It is the end of an Era,” Lilith blinked, High Chancellor Ocato’s words sounding muffled and far away.
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