Reaffirmation of Vassalge

[Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska 3491]

Most would assume being a king would be a joyous moment. Not for Andrik. Despite his normal lack of expression, he felt particularly empty as he sat on top of his throne. This time not as a Prince, but as a King. Either way he had a duty to be done, and he would do it. The men and women of Haense, from the lowly peasants to the highlords and their retinues would come to his seat of St. Karlsburg to reaffirm their oaths of loyalty to himself.

 

 

The hall would be covered in candles, many of the citizens wearing black, mourning the loss of their late king. Guards would line the sides, pikes held up high to prevent any would be assailants from passing. A young man would then call out to the approaching lords. “Welcome to St. Karlsburg, the seat of his Majesty Andrik II of Hanseti and Ruska, the Ever Loyal Subject of His Imperial Majesty, Grand Prince of the Raev, Duke of Carnatia, Karovia, Krajia, Courland, and Akovia, Marquis of Vanderfell, Count of Siegrad, Ayr, Kavat, Torun, and Kaunas, Lord of St. Karlsburg, Protector of the Highlanders. Prove your loyalty to his majesty and our kingdom by kneeling and reaffirming your vassalage.”

 

 

((If you are a lord of Haense, be encouraged to type up a response to this. This is an open RP thread for anyone in Haense. The in rp coronation will be on Saturday 4 PM EST, Oct 29.))

[Enyahs V. 173]

((Does this apply to Marbrand and Amador, who are Vassals of Metterden?))

[Assassinofawsome 193]

A figure slowly saunters into the Grand Keep of the Barbanovs. A look of exhaustion is plain over his face, black bags under his eyes. Brynden Vanir seems as though he had aged ten years. As he approaches the throne, he manages a weak smile towards the man sitting there, "Hello Andrik. I've come to give you my respects in person. Your father was a good man, and an even greater King. It feels as if I have lost a father, a reality which may soon be true. With what little energy he has, my father has proclaimed me Regent of House Vanir. My steward and chancellor promise that my father will live another day, so I come, during this time of transition, to swear the fealty of House Vanir once more.”

     
Brynden kneels infront of Andrik, bowing his head, "The Vanirs stand with you and your family as always. Not only as soldiers and advisors, but as your friends. We have known one another for a long time, fought by each others side, and have advised one another on more than one issue. As your friend, and next Lord of House Vanir. I pledge to serve you, Prince Andrik Barbanov and future King, from now until I die. My men and I will come at your call, in your defense or war. If ever you need someone at your side to offer advice, know I will be there. This I swear, on the honor of myself, my father, and the House of Vanir." He concludes, raising his head slowly.

[Flapman 625]

Rasputin Vyronov would approach the throne. "Your majesty, my deepest condolences to you and your family." He'd dip his head before getting down on one knee. "The House of Vyronov swears its loyalty to the the new king of Haense, Andrik I. I, Rasputin Vyronov, Baron of Rytsburg, pledge that I will always remain faithful to the rightful King of Haense and to support his reign in any way I can." After a brief moment he would rise before moving back into the crowd after giving one last bow. 

[Sky 0]

Dmitri var Ruthern walks into St. Karlsburg by foot, clearly he took his time from the snow nestled carelessly upon his person. The young man's kind blue-grey eyes look over the saddened faces of the locals, giving gentle nods of acknowledgement as his boots slowly print his path towards the keep. As the wooden doors creak open, does he begin to dust the snow off of his person and begin to the throne of Haense, before him were the rest of the nobles of the north, many faces he recognized and all were contorted in pained expressions of mourning, though none were as clearly hurting as the young king upon the throne with the hardened expression of only a son could have with the passing of someone as close as one's father. Dmitri makes his way before the king, his body language showing one standing strong and his own face showing empathy.

 

"Cousin, I needn't tell you of how great of a man your father was, you of all people knew his grandness well, and we both know he is smiling down from the Seven Skies at his son, his majesty, Andrik of house Barbanov."

 

He'd say such, offering a kindhearted smile afterwards before clearing his throat and happily taking to the knee.

 

"Your majesty, King Andrik II of house Barbanov, I Dmitri II Viktor var Ruthern, do kneel before you and swear upon your reign. Swear my heart, my soul, my mind and body, my lands, my titles, my vassals, and my name, to you and your house."

[moosehunter123 1081]

Ruslan walks into the throne room going and kneeling before Andrik "Your majesty House Amador sends our deepest condolences for the death of your father. I come today to pledge House Amador under the new Monarch of Heanse. I vow that we will continue our undying and everlasting loyalty to our Northern Lands and I pledge my life to you when you call upon myself or any other of my family members." A friendly smile is seen on his face as he rises his face from his kneel.

 

 

[Enyahs V. 173]

Just now, moosehunter123 said:

Ruslan walks into the throne room going and kneeling before Andrik "Your majesty House Amador sends our deepest condolences for the death of your father. I come today to pledge House Amador under the new Monarch of Heanse. I vow that we will continue our undying and everlasting loyalty to our Northern Lands and I pledge my life to you when you call upon myself or any other of my family members." A friendly smile is seen on his face as he rises his face from his kneel.

 

 

Abrielle knelt at Ruslan's side, attending the court in her armor to make it easier to do so.

[Jaigalar 541]

  Sergei Kovachev enters the throne room of Karlsburg, his head turning to look at all the flags of the various houses before kneeling in front of Andrik, "Your majesty, I am truly sorry for the loss of your father, he was a good king and an even greater friend to us all." he'd lower his head, saying the next few words in a very audible tone. "House Kovachev swears to support and protect its new king without question. I, and the rest of my House will remain faithful to Barbanov, always." Sergei would finish the last statement tiredly, rising a bit later

[KIIWIKILLA 342]

Eirik and Harold Baruch approach the city on horseback; a dull, lifeless cloud hanging above it. They trot through the streets to the keep, watching the faces of the people who mourned their late King. As they reach the gates, the identical pair dismount and tie up their horses before moving slowly through the courtyard towards the doors. The pair walk the length of the throne room, stopping at the feet of their new King, Andrik. "We offer our deepest condolences fer teh loss of yer father, Andrik. The man was the epitome of greatness, and stepped in fer us after teh loss of our father." They both drop to one knee. "We promise tae do yer the same loyalty and service we did yer father. House Baruch, an' all its assets are yours teh command, in war and in peace. Us, and those who descend from us will forever be faithful to House Barbanov." The pair stand, moving off to the St Karlsburg Cathedral to light a candle for their high regarded late King.

[holyterrain 173]

Cassandra Vimmark would ride into St. Karlsburg upon the back of a southern garron, her lithe, slim frame hidden beneath a vast, billowing cloak of grey and blue. Framing her heart-shaped face was her silvery-gold hair, green eyes panning over those grievous and saddened at the death of their late king. She felt death hang heavy in the air, and she tightened her fingers about the reins of her mount. She was all too familiar with the deaths of lieges. She stole a final glance, frowning deeply. Her late uncle, Percival Staunton, had never received such a response from his people when he passed. She steadied her breathing and slowly swung herself down from her saddle.

 

Walking into the seat of Barbanov, she lowered the cowl of her cloak and allowed the waves of silver to spill down her back and shoulders, highlighted with melting flecks of snow. Dressed in her familiar grieving attire, black furs from the wild cats in the mountains and grey wool, she passed grizzly northern lords and others dressed more handsomely. Approaching King Andrik, she lowered her creaky knees and flashed an almost maternal smile. 

 

"Your Majesty, I am pleased to see you sitting that great chair. That wintery noon I rode into your father's castle, you welcomed me with warmth and honour. I knew, Your Majesty, from whence I saw you, that you would ascend to be a great king. I come to promise you my friendship and counsel, my loyalty and companionship. King Andrik, I do hope to see Anna Jrent sit at your side one day, both of you adorning crowns of bronze and black iron. GOD bless, my lord. GOD bless both your reign and that of your father's, high in the seven skies watching over you with a gleeful grin." 

 

[whiteferrarii 123]

Maric Ruthern approached at his lord son's side, flanked by the armoured Brandon Barrow and handsomely dressed Godric Ruthern. In unison they knelt, heads kept bowed as they fixedly displayed their loyalty to the boy king. A proud smile spread wide across his grey countenance as he glanced up at his nephew, watching the torchlight illuminate Andrik's crown. As Count Dmitri spoke the words of the sacred oath to the king, Maric heard the footfalls of his daughter and her husband, as well as his young niece. Blinking away his tears, Maric felt warm and secure as he panned his gaze about the cavernous hall. His family was prominent here, he knew. The northern people were his family, united together beneath the banner of the crow.

 

"The Young Crow," The wiry old lord whispered beneath his breath. 

 

"The Young Crow." Lifting his eyes to stare intently into those of his kingly nephew's, he nodded. Dismissing his grievous tears, Maric rose to his feet at Andrik's command and joined the many other northern lords and ladies in the gallery.

[Wendigo 786]

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