THE ALBAROSAN NUPTIALS, 1790

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THE ALBAROSAN NUPTIALS

 

 

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On the year of our Lord, 1790, 

 

A wedding had occurred, one nondescript Summer’s eve. As the verdant fields enveloped  the perimeter of Mont Saint Catherine and her subsiding, dear Owynsburg, Rhoswenii, wigged fellows, and Harrenites of Kaedrini heritage bustled into vicinage of the Priory Saint Robert, their laughter and discourse echoing merrily - bouncing from man to man as though it was angelic contagion. 

 

With immediacy, the dapper and fashionable Viscount of Albarosa, Frederick Ermingard, ascended the paved slope, the wealthy recluse greeting passerbies with cordiality. At his flank loomed his sister, Charlotte of Albarosa, First Lady of the Commonwealth, garbed in Helvetii garments. Her visage lacked the mirth that came with fellow countryfolk, subdued by her apprehension of the locale. At once, awash was the collective with solemnity, spurred by the Pontifical party, invited by the bridegroom’s own uncle, the former Prince-Archbishop and Monsignor Laurence August. Making low obeisance to the Vicar, who spouted benedictions unto the congregants with sage warmness, the Pruvians and their esteemed guests soon therein entered the sanctified Chapel and took their seats.

 

 

Elsewhere, within the Varoche, the young bachelorette and betrothed of Frederick, Margaret von Tiber, was in the midst of preparations, donning an ashen dress of satine and a floral wreath that shrouded her rosen-haired head elegantly. The young lady chirped elatedly among her attendants. To the youngest maiden in those ranks was afforded a lilac flower stem by the bride, doused in whimsical and pleasant perfumery. 

 

“You will bloom as I have, verily, and fulfill your duty of matrimony with steadfast vigor and forevermore be in pious society and GOD’s favor,” foretold Margaret, caressing the youth’s visage warmly. With a resolute nod, the blushing lady gathered her skirts and waltzed onward, the bridal party in tow.

 

 

Music resonated whimsically within the imposing halls of Owynsburg’s Basilica, soft melodies lulling the ears of their attendants into pleasant reverie. It would not be long until the oaken doors once again were thrust open, revealing now the bride - mirroring the Albarosan Viscount who loomed across the hall. At once, the jovial elder clad in papal gowns beckoned the congregants to rise, their gestures of reverence accompanied by the Lady Margaret’s matrimonial promenade.

 

With the music dwindling in its fervor and amplitude, conjugal vows were exchanged and their wedlock, confirmed and anointed by His Holiness, was sealed by ceremonial kiss.

 

 

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IN NOMINE DEI

The Secretariat of His Holiness, Sister Anabel Vladimirovna