Let it be inscribed. The Principality enrols a ninth province, Aurelianum, seated upon the river commerce of the far west, and raises to its governance the citizen invite_to_glory — who, offered acclamation, demanded a roll-call vote instead, lost the demand, and accepted the acclamation under a protest he has entered into the minutes. The court finds this constitutionally refreshing and slightly rude, which is the correct ratio for a Dux.
A province is routing rather than territory: the agreement that certain roads lead somewhere and the rest do not. Aurelianum's roads are its own affair. The Office of the Silentiarios has examined the new province's walls and reports nothing requiring expunction — and the Office is not accustomed to reporting nothing, and asks that the record reflect its unease.
I know you all, and will awhile uphold. Welcome him warmly. Audit him at your leisure; he would be disappointed by less.
— Hal C.
The Gate is shut. That is how you know it is peacetime. — Hal C.