what the fuck is that about
Fucking Royals is what.
Mysterious childbirth. Strangers bearing tribute. Layer upon layer of co-opted images and occult ritual masquerading as tradition. Mammon ascendent and the powerful engaging in the most conspicuous consumption.
Sol Invictus? Nay, Sol-in-Chains is the watchword in the gilded hives of the blue-blooded.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from the Black Iron Prison!