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"Excuse me, who?" frowned the heartlander Alexander Darkwood upon reading the proclamation, unfamiliar with the name of the reigning monarch of the Petra due to the fact that none had seen her around in several years since the announcement of the union between the two kingdoms of the Heartlands. "Maybe His Majesty the King will know who this so-called Catherine I is." he concluded.

Ser Alteon of Garenbrig PATIENTLY awaits a personal invitation from Catherine! "After helping her get promoted and all!" he crossed his arms.

“If this was about protecting his children, why did his children not receive his titles? Blatant grab for family titles. Either that, or these southerners have gone soft.” Grumbled Ser Rickard Tosali Ruthern.

The fat priest is preparing a speech for the upcoming wedding.

A poppy-adorned medic sipped upon her cup of tea as she read the missive, her brow perking as she set down the porcelain chinaware upon the table. "I had heard rumors... I predicted this to come - that girl is no good." The missive was creased neatly and tucked away into a folder for safekeeping.

Alicia Alstion smiles at the missive, "Surely I could meet some new friends." She nodded firmly with determination.

A Former Prince and The Count of Phoenixspire, Aurelius, looked over the missive as his eyes widened. "I did nen expect this. It seems my extended family has become plagued with scandals and drama." He commented over to his many mentors before handing the missive over to them to read.

Dated the 17th of Joma and Umund, 532 E.S. To the Crown of Hanseti-Ruska & the Aulic Council, It has been six years since our house lost it's patriarch, Duke Viktor var Ruthern, to the cataclysmic Comet Lesanov that struck the old city of Valdev and reduced it to smoldering ruin. With his death, the seat of Lord Emissar has remained vacant and without any clear candidate for suitable replacement. Though I wish to think it is out of tribute to the memory of my departed grandsire, I would be remiss not to understand that it is equally as likely that options for a successor are simply few and lacking. I have now spent seven years as the King's own cupbearer and ward, learning at his side whilst pouring drink for various foreign dignitaries and heads of state. I am afforded a firsthand experience, learning the day-to-day business of leadership and governance. So too have I learned the way of conversation, to make deals and agreements that will be to the benefit of both parties, or how to quell the frustration of those who might not agree with what it is we offer. And, if that education is not enough, I played a part in penning the recent treaty with the Principality of Reinmar, whilst His and Her Majesty were away on pilgrimage and at the request of Lord Palatine Radovanic. Such is an example of how, already, I have experienced up close our nation's foreign diplomacy and policy. Thus I put myself, Lady Milena vas Ruthern, forth as a candidate for Lady Emissar of Hanseti-Ruska. I feel strongly that my time as a student has passed, that I might now finally put my mind and skill to better use in service to our kingdom. It is my sincere wish that you will strongly consider me, and my merits. SINCERELY, HER LADYSHIP, Milena Anastasya vas Ruthern

Maybe he'll topple an Empire or two.

Vasyl Otto Sarkozic, despite a priest now, points and laughs. Happily remembers bringing him in front of Sir Gaspard alongside his merry brothers-in-arms. He then readjusts his priestly robes and goes on with his day.

Adrian Tobias, now dispossessed, homeless, and without his father’s money to feed him, kills himself.

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Ferryman Johnson read the missive on a rare excursion down from the wintry peaks which held a horror of his creation. "Hrm. . . Who would've known that the one who held no respect for the great Gaspard might have been reprehensible himself. . ."

The Infernal Ape of Hexicanum tended to his wound, watching as the fiends of the Cursed Forest savaged the fallen adventurers. The Old Man had not the strength of the recent Haensetti Knight, nor the renowned Adrian General, but he fought nonetheless. That was more than could be said for many mortals that he encountered. The Rakaal, when his wound had been tended to, would stand in order to prepare for the battle that was to transpire at The Bloodmon Tower.

Sir Sparrow, self-proclaimed 'Knight of The People' shakes his head "They're going after all ve dorby auwns! Next they'll force mea va wear auwn shirt!"

Calla von Theonus took the missive from Marisol's hands, slowly nodding. "After that expose from the masquerade, I'm not surprised. He's always been..." Calla chose to not comment further, simply getting a kettle of tea ready on the stove.