When morning broke, a repulsorlimo, under heavy escort, headed towards the Moff's office. The Praetorian Guard, wearing their purple marked Phase II Clonetrooper armor, stood as attention along the street, with a team of them lining the street. For the King, a squad of men in tan versions of the Republic's Clone Wars era uniform walked along with the King, who adorned a white tunic, trousers and boots, with a purple cape and gold laurel wreath crown, entered the building. He personally approached the secretary, "I am King Deralius the Nineteenth of Deralia, here to see Moff Levi," he said to her with a smile.

From the Victory-class ship "IMS Suprise" which stood off next to the "IMS Galactic" descended a Lambda-class shuttle, able to carry the King and his retinue up to the top of the building. Moff Levi was still asleep aboard the Suprise, having got bored of watching the people displeased at their sleep being disturbed. The King had kept him waiting two weeks, and now there would be a price to pay.

After this process was completed, Lieutenant Dubois lead Deralius through a maze of corridors and turbolifts, eventually conveying him to a waiting room. It contained a couple of dozen rather uncomfortable metal and plastic chairs (akin to those in airports). Simon Levi, waking naturally and feeling refreshed move to dress in order to meet the Deralians.

If the party did not disarm they would simply be kept waiting in the Hangar.

A smile creased his lips before he gave the next announcement to Deralius "With my absence there will be somewhat of a vacuum in Imperial Governance here, but worry not, I have spoken to my son on Imperial Center who informed me he had a class mate who was a scion of your line and a distant relation! In addition to being a graduate from the Imperial School of Governance and having completed an Internship at the Palace. That as it may be, he is a core worlder in his manners and attitude, his family having lived there for many generations. I have full confidence that Governor Ribaldequin will be more than able to bring Deralia into the Imperial Era by continuing my modernizing agenda." He gestured to the callow youth, barely in his eighteenth year, the young man still had an air of confidence and more importantly, arrogance in his stare at the King. "You may pay homage to the Governor, Julius. As you rule at the Emperor's pleasure, and he is the duly appointed representative of the Emperor on Deralia, treat him as you would the Emperor himself"

"I find this behavior eccentric, and a bit off-putting. If you can not hold respect for me, that is fine. I understand that your generation, despite the Clone Wars not being more than a decade over, has little to no understanding of birth-born contributors to the war effort that gave birth to the Empire. That I can not hold against you. But blatantly lying to a man who is considered perhaps the closest thing to a friend of the Emperor himself in Senator Veritas, is most troubling. Of course I could have the wrong impression and please, feel free to correct me on any inaccuracies regarding what you told Senator Veritas. You'll have to forgive me if I seem confrontational on this matter, but I absolutely despise misinformation... old habit from the Navy," he said, easing up slightly, for now waiting until later to address Ribaldequin otherwise.

"Moving on, Mr Aurelius... despite your world taking.. weeks off for some bacchanalian feudal celebration, we will be expecting your worlds tax contribution to be in line with what it would be before upwards of 4% of your yearly economic output was wasted. I will hold you personally responsible for this particular tax. In addition to this there will naturally be charges by the Sector Office for the recognition of your rule, a coronation tax etc, but my bureaucrats will speak to yours to iron out costs.

In future all major decisions, such as the appointment of a new monarch will be run past the governor." He nodded to Ribaldequin.

"Kneel" the young man commanded, taking the seal and holding it in both hands before him. "You will kiss the seal, then repeat after me I (insert name) do solemnly promise and swear to rule the Peoples of Deralia according to the laws and customs of the Empire, in subservience to the rightful authority of the Emperor and his duly appointed Moffs, Governors and other representatives. I further pledge allegiance to the Emperor and his duly appointed heirs and sucessors.

I will use my power to cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all my judgements. I will execute the collection of taxes as instructed. All this I promise to do. The things which I have here before promised, I will perform, and keep. This I promise in the name of a self derived moral system. Long live the Emperor."

He turned to Moff Levi, and spoke. "My apologies, Moff Levi. And yes, taxes will be collected irregardless, and you will find that despite the time off for the celebrations, our dues are in order. I will alert my Treasury officials to prepare for the discussion with your own, concerning the additional taxes. Now, is there anything you will be needing of my government in your relocation to Tammuz-an?" he said, giving him a smile and tone of pleasantness.