Consul

"I declare myself First Consul." You intone and the others bow their heads and bring forth a pot of melted wax, a small table, a length of red ribbon, and a hole punch. They punch out two holes, one to either side of the word 'Consul', feed the length of red ribbon through it, then tie the ribbon in a bow over the center of your chosen title, pour the wax over the center of the bow, and instruct you to seal the choice with The Generals' 'Chop' on the top of the table.

That done there is a cry of “Ave Impirator! Through You the Republic is Reborn!” and most of the people file out of the room, only 'The Captain of the Guard', Selma Winifred Kepler and your two younger sisters, 'Charity' and 'Hope' who joined the Guard at 15 remaining behind.

“Was there something else?” You ask, looking at the three of them...