A Last Word

[Lechian Lord 1027]

-A Last Word-

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A sealed letter lies upon the desk

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"Dear Edward, my name is Conrad Roswell, your uncle" Edward starts to read the letter in the candlelight, his weary eyes sore. "I will be taking some time and I leave the county of Istria to you." He lets out a soft sigh, his fingers rubbing his temple. "There is a Rothgard trying to marry into our house, the man be of  an adoption and would not be a good choice for Clarissa" The candle flickers as Edward pauses, closing his eyes for a slight moment before he continues. "Don't let them marry, and I hereby allow you to choose all of the Roswell weds in the future. You will lead Istria alongside Anna Thassarion. I wish ye the best.." Edward folds the letter back up, waving away his messenger as he paces around his study.

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OOC:

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Arrival of Edward

Edward and retinue traveling to Istria

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Edward and his retinue arrive at the castle gates. His eyes taking in the familiar yellow and red of past. He holds up his fist, halting his men as he rides into the courtyard. Followed only by his cousin Harold, Edward dismounts, his gaze taking it all in as he nods to him."Seems safe" He jests as Harold raises a horn to his lips, a short burst sounding repeatedly. Edward watches as his men come into the courtyard, following him as he throws open the doors to the main hall. Dust flies as the a low breeze floods the room, the rough interiors shown before his eyes. "Not quite what I was expecting..." Edward says with a slight frown, his steps echoing as he stops before the raised platform. He steps up, rising as he stops before the wooden throne. He looks out over his men, a sly smile on his face"Ave Roswell! Av' Edward!" His men call out, their shouts heard through the northern halls as Edward sits down upon the throne, awaiting for the rest.

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Meeting with the Arch-duke

 

Edward Swearing Fealty to Arch-Duke Franz Josef Kovachev 1610.

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The halls are filled with great cheers as Edward Roswell bows his head to his new liege. "Rise, new Lord of Istria" Arch-Duke Franz's voice echoes through the northern hall. Edward climbs off his knees, a respectful look in his eyes as he steps to the side, his fist clasp to his chest as he bows once more towards Franz,"Thank you for this great honor.." Edward smiles, his eyes landing on his cousin Harold as he gives him a nod. Dismissed hours later, under the effect of his new liege's hospitality, Edward goes to leave, supporting his cousin with his arm and him and his retinue ride towards their home. "And now it begins..."He mumbles to himself, his thoughts running wild under the influence of the cold winter night.

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Edward Roswell-Vonkrenol now rules over the lands of Istria and it's people, his reign just beginning as he aims to honor towards both his liege and his house.

 

 

[Valentyn 136]

Conrad Roswell looks over what has happened with anger growing inside of him

 

This is false, for I did not leave Istria to this man. There be a council of Regents controlling the land...not this false leadership. That bird was sent to many more than just Edward, many more.

 

Conrad Roswell says to his guards just in time to stop him from leaving istria, in order to fix this mistake.