The thing is, it's been two months.
One might say that two months isn't very long, in the grand scheme of things. Most monarchs haven't done anything two months after their coronation. Especially when the coronation comes right on the heels of a Tarrasque rampage through one's capitol city. Rebuilding central Westcrown is enough to be getting on with, and that's not even properly done with yet. There's Westcrown – not to mention Egorian and Ostenso and Corentyn – and deciding what's to be done about the schools, and the harvest, and the banks, and the border with Molthune, and a thousand and one other things.
It'll be a miracle if they can build any kind of coherent self-governing body out of the ashes of Cheliax. It's worth taking the time to do it right. It can wait until the country's back in order, or at least until all the immediate screaming fires are put out (and, this being Cheliax, it's been determined that all the screaming fires are strictly metaphorical). Think about all the work yet to be done. Can't it wait?
...Yeah, Élie's heard that one before.
He appears without warning on the palace's upper balcony – the one outside the forbiddance. (He has ways around it, of course, but it's not like he needs to make that particular point.) He's here to see Her Majesty. Yes, she's expecting him.