The day after King John's death, an event which the Nottinghamshire and the whole England were waiting occurred. Anaivere Plantagenet, the eldest daughter of Princess Anne, Countess of Brittany and Simon, Count of Brittany was going to be crowned Queen. A new reign, a new era was coming. People hoped that the new monarch would be kind and this new reign wouldn't be the reign which they continued to be starved.

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20 October 1216,... Nottingham Cathedral...

People all gathered in the Cathedral to attend the most anticipated event: the coronation of Crown Princess Anaivere Plantagenet.

In the early morning, Sylvia prepared her no-longer Crown Princess for the ceremony in the Cathedral's west hall. She dressed her princess in court gown, a formal braided up-do covered by a white veils which symbolised purity, and the traditional crimson Royal Robe.

"Just a moment later, and I will no longer call my little Anaivere as 'Your Highness...'"

The Crown Princess kindly smiled. Now it was the time she would handle the kingdom's responsibility on her hands, as her good uncle King Richard the First willed. She wasn't the little Anaivere whom King John once said that she couldn't be crowned as she was too naive and immature. Soon after, she would be Anaivere Plantagenet, Queen of England and Duchess of Aquitaine, whom Nottingham's citizens had been waiting for twenty years.

The Crown Princess, wearing the ceremony robes, walked through the great hall all the way on to the Altar. The orchestra was performing and all of the good citizens of Nottingham gathered here for the most memorable moment of their life. The Archbishop of Canterbury would be the one who led the ceremony within the help of the Bishop of Nottingham.

The Crown Princess came and stopped in front of the Coronation Chair and turned over to see all the audiences who came to attend her coronation. The Archbishop asked the audiences - most of them, peasants and commoners - politely:

"Sirs and madams, I here present unto you Queen Anaivere Plantagenet, your undoubted Queen: wherefore all you who are come this day to do your homage and service, are you willing to do the same?"

The audiences all cheered:

"God save our Queen!"

The crowning Queen smiled and curtseyed in reply. Then, she sat on the Coronation Chair to take the Coronation Oath, the vows of a monarch to his or her kingdom before he or she would be officially crowned.

"Madam, is Your Majesty willing to take the Oath?"

The queen-to-be Crown Princess Anaivere answered the Archbishop's questions, truthfully and severally.

"I am willing..."

"Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of the Kingdom of England and Northern France, to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?"

"I solemnly promise so to do..."

"Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?"

"I will, by the Mercy of God..."

"Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of God and the true profession of the Gospel? Will you to the utmost of your power maintain in the Kingdom of England the Catholic Christian Religion established by law? Will you maintain and preserve inviolably the settlement of the Catholic Church of England, and the doctrine, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in England? And will you preserve unto the Bishops and Clergy of England, and to the Churches there committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges, as by law do or shall appertain to them or any of them?"

"All this I promise to do..."

The Holy Bible and the Oath were delivered to the Crown Princess to make her final solemn Oath in front of all of the audiences. She held the quill and signed the Oath. Then, by the lead of the Archbishop, the queen-to-be Crown Princess walked toward the Altar, kneeled down the steps to pray, her right hand put on the Holy Bible then said her last vows.

"The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me God..."

Then, the ceremonial Royal Crown, the Royal Sceptre and Orb were delivered. The Archbishop crowned the Crown Princess queen, and she held the Sceptre and the Orb, turned over to face the audiences, whom she was always beloved by.

"In the name of God, the blessing which Lord had given to us, his beloved children; by our Lady, the Blessed Virgin Mary, and by the brave people who martyred for the Church; by the authority of God had given, I now pronounce you, Queen of England and Northern France, Duchess of Aquitaine and Marchioness of Normandy!"

The audiences all cheered.

"All hail Queen Anaivere! Long live Queen Anaivere!"

Then, the new Queen returned to the Coronation Chair to give the audiences, peasants and commoners, have the chance to meet her. It was the first time ever a monarch did this.

"Congratulations, ma'am. I, the humble peasant and widow, Helena Wilson..."

"Be pleased, my dear Mrs Wilson. We had met each other before, had we not?"

"I didn't dare to see Your Majesty in person until now..."

The Queen gently smiled, reminded Mrs Wilson about their former encounter nearly twenty years ago:

"That day, I dressed as a commoner, accidentally adopted the name Annette Plantagenet and found your lost daughter in the woods..."

Mrs Wilson stood up and gasped in surprise. She then down on her knees and begged forgiveness. The Queen just told her to stand up and said that she didn't need her forgiveness, at least she wasn't guilty for anything.

Suddenly, a band of outlaws came in. The Queen recognised them to be Robin Hood and his merry men. Along with them, there were Alan-a-Dale and his sweetheart, Ellen.

The archers stood at the gate, by two sides liked the Royal Guards. Alan-a-Dale and Ellen Clare, hand-in-hand together, walked through the hall to the Coronation Chair, then respectfully kneeled before the Crown.

"Congratulations, ma'am. We wish you with all of God's blessing..."

The Queen thankful nodded, then, she stood up, ordered for the Knight's Sword. Bishop of Nottingham put the Sword on the ceremonial pillow then delivered to Her Majesty.

"There were a few things I always would like to do, but I have not..."

The Queen grabbed the Sword from Bishop of Nottingham, then announced loudly to the audiences:

"Good Nottingham people, you are miserable for such a long time. Pardon me that I would have been done this sooner. Now, by the Mercy of God, I hereby order all taxes shall be freed in the winter and reduced to half in the summer; in turn, the amount reduced for the peasants shall be fulfilled by the more wealthy landlords!"

The audiences gladly cheered.

"Long live Queen Anaivere! May God save the Queen!"

Nottingham's poor citizens' dream was now come true. This act of mercy upon the peasants made the Queen now even more popular than her uncle, the deceased King Richard. But, even a good monarch would have a fiery foe. King John's eldest son, Prince Henry, upset as he would have been the Crown Prince and the throne was now his if his grandmother, Her Majesty Queen Eleanor hadn't chosen that sixteen-year-old Princess Anaivere to be the heir apparent. This pushed Prince Henry to the position of second-in-line to the throne. But, he couldn't make a rebellion, as the nobilities and citizens beloved and supported Queen Anaivere. The only ones who would follow him, were the high-ranked nobilities who lost their privileges when King John died and Princess Anaivere was crowned.

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By the Queen's order, a ceremony of knighting was held right after. The first one to be knighted, our dearly beloved minstrel Alan Dalian Clare, best known as Alan-a-Dale.

"Please kneel down..."

Alan-a-Dale took off his feather hat and kneeled down before the monarch. The Queen the laid the Sword on both of Alan-a-Dale's shoulders, an act that would grant our minstrel Alan-a-Dale knighthood.

"I hereby knight thee, Sir Alan of Winchester; for thy devotion and all of thy service dedicated to England and the Crown..."

"I respectfully thank you, Your Majesty..."

Then, the archers all cheered in glad. Little John and Will Scarlet bowed with respect before the newly knighted Alan-a-Dale.

"Great job, fellow. God blessed you. Now your sweet lass Ellen is a knight's wife!"

"Milord, Sir Alan, shall you join us for a feast in the Forest?"

"Why don't we, my friends? Just call me as the old Alan-a-Dale like the former minstrel whom you always call!"

The next one whom would be granted knighthood, the master of outlaws, Robin Hood of Sherwood Forest.

"I pardon thee by the Mercy of God, and now, I hereby knight thee, Sir Robin of Loxley, for thy devotion and all of thy services dedicated to England and the Crown..."

"I respectfully thank you, Your Majesty..."

The Queen gently smiled, said:

"As my uncle Richard once said, England owes you a great debt, Sir Robin..."

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That night,... Sherwood Forest...

After the great Queen Anaivere's coronation and the ceremony of knighting, a feast was held deep into Sherwood Forest. Among the guests, there were the newly knighted Alan-a-Dale and his fair sweetheart, the newly crowned Queen Anaivere, Friar Tuck, Mother Maiseline and the Church.

"Milord, Alan-a-Dale, shall you drink with me?"

"Why not, good Little John? You know, barley ale is the greatest passion I can find beside my life's sweetheart!"

"All cheer for the blessing of God! All cheer for Her Majesty Queen Anaivere!"

The feast was merrier than an archery tournament. People cheered, drank ale and danced along with Alan-a-Dale's fiddle. England never had such a monarch, who would devote her life for her citizens happiness. No one would ever acknowledged that, Prince Henry was planning a dark scheme to rebel against his cousin, the Queen. Soon, there would be another rebellion, "Anarchy of the Crown".