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A Union of Crow and Eagle

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28th of Tobia’s Bounty, 1738 | 21st of Joma and Umund, ES 291

 


 

Va Birodeo Herzenav e Edlervik,

 

By the grace of GOD, we come together to witness the matrimony of His Highness, Prince Aleksandyr of the House of Barbanov and Her Highness, Princess Eleanor of the House of Suffolk on the Saint’s Morrow. 

 

This most joyful occasion shall take place in the most holy Basilica of the Fifty Virgins west of the new city of Reza, and shall mark the beginning of a new friendship between the Kingdom of Haense and the Archduchy of Suffonia. 

 

The peerage of the Kingdom of Hanseti Ruska and of the Archduchy of Suffonia are invited to attend, as are those peers of the Imperial Crownlands and of the Kingdoms of Curon and Kaedrin. A feast shall be held at Ekaterinburg Palace following the ceremony.


 

IV JOVEO MAAN,

His Excellency, Ser Konrad Arthur Stafyr, Lord Palatine of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, Knight of the Haensenic Realm

 

((OOC:

 

The wedding shall be held in the Basicila of the Fifty Virgins at the site of the old city of Reza, west of the old city, at 6:00 PM EST on Thursday, October 24th.))

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Wilheim pats Konrad on the shoulder while the aging men stand on the dias near the tavern, while they watched Reza. "Can't help but feel like we are getting old, eh?"

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Prince Aleksandr can not believe the Lord Palatine forgot how to spell his name.

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8 hours ago, MadOne said:

Wilheim pats Konrad on the shoulder while the aging men stand on the dias near the tavern, while they watched Reza. "Can't help but feel like we are getting old, eh?"

 

“Heh... Soon we’ll be as old as Butch in no time at all, Wilheim.” Konrad would reply rather simply as he takes a swig of Black from his mug, watching a group of common men and women dance to a jig being played by the local bard.

“But that means it’s all the better to celebrate an occasion like this, eh?” He chuckles before pouring the rest of the booze down his gullet, looking over to the grizzled marshal with a grin.

“Because every Haenseni marriage like this one gives me hope, brother. Hope for a new generation and a solid future for our children.”

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Edward Suffolk would start polishing his wooden crutches and prepare himself for the excruciating journey ahead.

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