All in all, it was a wonderful celebration. However, even today, on the most sacred of days, the abbot knew that he could not ignore his duties. In fact, more so today than any other, it was important for him to be seen, and to be heard. Not in sermon, not in comforting voice, but in power. This was the essence of what the day meant, in his mind; the people must submit, and never forget to whom they submitted.
His life was one of a dual nature - not only did he have his regular religious duties as the most senior member of the church, but he was the head of state as well. It was his pleasure (and his responsibility) to bring the voice of the Lord and King to the masses, in all things. Still, it didn't mean he enjoyed every part of his job equally.
Settling into the main hall of assembly, the abbot quickly got into the flow of things, spending the day hearing and judging the people's petitions. The problems were as numerous as they were varied - import tariffs, property theft, waterway diversion, and more. In all matters he issued his decree, and all cases ended with the same words: "Let the wisdom of our Lord and King, may He rest, guide you well."
The empire had changed since the death of the King, into a firm theocracy. Carefully cultivated legends, and opportunistic grabs at power, ensured that the void at the top was filled, and filled by him; a once-simple abbot who had learned well from his King. Although since that day, his eyes have been opened, and he knows more of the man behind the legend - in some ways, he feels, the truth makes the legend even more impressive.
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Others would not see it that way, he's certain. Luckily, they see only what he wants them to see, and how. It is a lonely existence, in many ways, as none can be told the truth. While he wouldn't go so far as to call it a house of cards, the abbot understands the risk. He will not let stability be jeopardized, nor will he allow any threats to his own power to exist, no matter the cost.
With an inward sigh, the abbot takes a look around the assembly hall. The ornateness almost seems mundane to him now; the precious metal inlays, the fine thick drapes, and the expert craftsmanship on display throughout barely even registering. However, the large fresco that covers the side wall has always caught his eye. Today is no different.
In the picture, the late King is above the gathered crowd which worships and venerates him, with his arms outstretched. Some say that it is almost like he is flying above them. To the one man privy to all of the secrets of the empire, it looks more like the King is falling, diving out of a high tower window.
He understands.