In The name of the Almighty, under the seal of the Most Holy Virgin and in the shadow of the Bloodstained Cross, The Kingdom was born.

The Grand-Red Crown, seated upon the hills and valleys once known as Red Clay, rose not by sword nor conquest, but through a sacred covenant twixt Heaven and Earth. It is told that Lord Tiago Maximilian, guided by celestial visions and the intercession of martyred saints, wandered forty days and forty nights through the primeval wilds, until beneath the crimson light of a sacred eclipse, he founded the Realm where faith’s blood mingled with the clay of the land.

Its people are of open breast and bended knee—undaunted in battle, steadfast in peace, and unshakable in prayer. The Red Cross that crowns its towers is more than emblem: it is a sacrament. The monarchy reigns not by mere lineage, but by divine promise sealed betwixt the Thrones Celestial and Earthly.

The Denarius Ruber flows as blood through the veins of the land, sanctified by sacred imagery and the toil of the just. The Royal Palace, the Sacrosanct Castle of Our Lady of Red Clay, rises as bastion of tradition and diplomacy, wherein laws are penned by candlelight before the altar.

The Realm is guarded by mountain and cleansed by river, yet its truest wall is Faith. With deeply conservative mores, its pillars are the Family, the Church, and the Crown—bedrocks of the national soul. And yet, its economy marches beneath the banner of social justice, ever striving for the common good.

For in the Grand-Red Crown, naught is done without blessing, and naught endures without prayer. Thus moves the Kingdom: in fidelity to tradition, in union with the sacred, and with eyes ever fixed upon eternity.