All hail (narrative)
The castle was massive. Expansive. Inside it was filled with finery specifically made for it's new resident and owner. The closets were stuffed full of elegant clothing. And if it wasn't all what the occupant wanted, it would all change with a mere thought.
It sprouted up in the middle of the park. With earth rumbling, car-alarm-activating shakes and quakes. The trees moved out of it's way, some of them ending up almost sideways, but still rooted firmly to the ground.
Televisions all over the City clicked on (or changed channels) to announce the new ruler. Banners fell fluttering open over buildings showing the face and name of their new sovereign.
Every law that would be put into effect, every want that could possibly be wanted, every part of The City was willing to bend to the new leader.