I have summoned you all here to witness the future...
     To see my son...
     To glory in the wife we shall both share...
     A future Queen of queens...
     It is beyond me to reason it out...
     Or reason it away...
     Without the lies,
     the mirror has been clear,
     and I recognize my face in it...
     and my role within,
     and without,
     the world...
     I set the golden laureled wreath and crown upon his head bowed low, and my fingers skimming the red. With the court gathered around, and the kings and queens (or their representatives), I make him Known. This is my son. This is the King of Avalon. This is my Heir, the best father of my Line. And I love him.
     From the moment I brought him into the material realm, my hands guiding him from the safety of his mother's womb to a wild world, I have loved him. He is my best work, my best mark upon the earth, the best thing I have ever made or accomplished. I left him with his mother. For years, he did not know me. He was told of the King of the Fairies who placed him in her cradle for a promise. And it was this: that he would inherit all the gifts I have to bestow him. I give him My Self, this World, even my woman, my queen. I whispered to his mother even as he was conceived: he shall inherit my world.
     I came for him when he was nine and he has been with me since. We have run the king's roads, my son. Have we not heard the chimes at midnight, master Harry? Yes, and the hooves of the sheriff's troops, the laughter of women and the clinking of coins. My son. My brother. My friend. My confidante. My rival.
     And now you are kneeling before me, your head bowed and witnessed by the neighboring courts. And our wife. So... let it be known...
     By the Rose, the ruler of Love and Luck in Love
     By the Mandrake Root, the spirit of Desire
     By the meadowsweet Honey Tongue, the Delight of the world
     By the Goddess' Apple, Inspiration, Poetic Immortality and Healing
     By the ever-changing Elder
     By Mistletoe the Blessed, Healer of all, and grantor of Life
     By Wise Hazel, may your mind be open
     By Heather, with whose power you may restore the world
     By Snapdragon, your shield in time of crisis
     By Thistle, the patron flower of thieves, banisher of evil, the only defense against Jove
     By the Generous Beech, gift-giver, the ring-bearer, grantor of wishes
     By Oak, the King of Trees, valiant protector
     By Oak, I crown you...
     Oak King...
     King of Avalon...