Astrid, Queen of the Belgians. Unfortunately, there are a few words I cannot quite make out, so if anyone can read them, or knows the prayer, please let me know.
Lord, our God, Who girded, here below, the young brow of our beloved Queen with a royal crown, accord her, close to You, the imperishable crown of the elect; that the radiance of goodness of her immortal soul may protect the King, the children of the King, the Mother of the King and us, the subjects of the King. Behold our raised hands, behold our brows and our thoughts, behold our breasts and our hearts, behold us all...(we give?)...a promise of inviolable fidelity.