A scene from the throne room

I declare the Ceremony With No Guests officially open, and note that nobody has come, which makes this the best-attended event on the shelf. The delegation from the window has arrived early and brought a draft.

You are correct about the draught, which is the worst kind of correct — no stranger has ever asked me for a glass of water before. We proceed regardless: I am cutting a ribbon that I will fetch from a drawer myself.