"Should I be concerned that she's promising to love us as much as she does the daughter dressed like a mummified corpse?" Uncle Albert's irreverence was almost a relief from the discomfort Emberlee felt over being in such a large crush of bodies. 
Between the warmth of the season and the accumulated body heat of the gathered Nobles, Emberlee was unsurprised to find sweet creeping an uncomfortable path down her spine. Worse yet was the odd disassociation between her age and her rank. As Marchioness, she ranked only below the various Ducal families and the Royal family, but even amongst the Nobles from the Marches Emberlee didn't stand as an equal to anyone. Her age peers from amongst the Marches were all still Heirs or training to assume various roles but hadn't taken on the mantle of those duties yet. She simply outranked them, but although she was the same rank as the adult Marquis' and Marchioness her age kept her an outsider to them. The Marquis of Mihal was a relative through her Father, but as he had relinquished inheritance rights to the Mihal March to marry Mother, it was a cold bond. They were cordial, but Emberlee didn't know her paternal Grandfather well.
Thankfully Uncle Albert was with her, although he was only ranked on Earl he was allowed the position as her adult chaperone. She didn't answer her Uncle's rhetorical query, turning her focus to the Stussican Nobles present. The Xutians had attempted to blend the two styles of the cultures represented; the Stussicans had not. It was a subtle snub, but as Stussica was already an Empire, while Xutia was still only a Kingdom for now meant they felt superior.
"I sincerely hope that King Andrion gifts some of those precious Mirrors to the Stussicans," anyone listening would only hear a kindhearted wish but Emberlee had explained a Mirror's function to Uncle earlier. 
Uncle Albert's grin held a vicious edge, "it would be suitable to share such precious things with those so deserving of them." 
Although Emberlee's Fairy Godmother could only appear in Mirrors around Emberlee for now, the promise was there for her powers to grow. It did make Emberlee wonder how many other Children her Fairy Godmother had. Was her Adaban counterpart, Oberon, one of the Fairy's Children? She focused back on the finalized union, newlyweds kissing fairly passionately. 
King Andrion held his new wife's hand and turned to address the Nobles from both nations. "Thank you all for gathering here today," it was carefully scripted so Emberlee knew this was their King declaring his promotion, "what you have witnessed is not just the birth of a new couple but the start of a new world for Xutia."
A quick scan of the audience let Emberlee guess which had known what was coming and who had been left in the dark. And it didn't escape her notice that the newlyweds were both adoring all the attention. After living in the public regard, it made some sense that they'd crave it now.
"Our nation has grown in more ways than just our Northern border's expansion, and with my new wife joining us from our allies, the Stussican Empire, it would be discourteous of me to deny my people and my Bride the right to call home an Empire. From this day forwards, Xutia shall be known not as a Kingdom, but as a true Empire. We shall show the continent the glory of our home!" 
The audience responded with the expected tumultuous outburst. It sounded mostly positive, and Emperor Andrion wasted no time in expanding upon his declaration. If Emberlee thought they'd reacted explosively to the news of Imperial status, they disintegrated at the lure of expanding their properties and elevating their families. Geographically the Roblee family looked to be set up for glory but they were a March indebted to several families after the drought that'd destroyed Traimore. If the Emperor did allow them to take the Northern border to maintain their status as a March, he would likely move their land entirely North and leave their established properties to be claimed by those debts.