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Brandt & Elisabeth | A Matrimony and Union


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 | Heavensward, in mirth and humility... |

 

 


 


 

The Wedding of  

Elisabeth

 Leopoldine Carrion, His Ruby

 

  To

Brandt 

Halcourt de Artois, Her Bulwark


 

 


 

 

I have named you queen.

There are none so fair, fairer.

There are none so grand, grander.

There are none so true, truer.

I, your princely pawn,

For your heart to sway and command.

You are the queen.

When you waltz along Providential cobbles,

No one recognizes you.

No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks

At the carpet of red gold

That you tread as you pass,

The invisible, intimate carpet.

And when you appear

All the rivers sound

In my body, bells

Shake the sky,

And a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,

Only you and I, my love,

For you I embrace what Everyone Accepts,

and what yet Nobody Knows.”

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Brandt Halcourt and Elisabeth Carrion, pictured on their biweekly stroll to the market (circa, 1st of the Deep Cold).

 

The Lord Brandt & Lady Elisabeth, over the span of their courtship, fortuitous and fulfilled, have amassed the inner strength, worldly courage, confidence in one another and tenderment to remain true to present their Union before the august Emperor GOD and the children with which He bespeckles the pitted cobbles of Providence. 

Yesterday, they met at the Balls and Galas and made one another beam with soft words and softer dances. Yesterday, the Lord Brandt made her a fine dress for her to waltz in and celebrate her beauty through. Yesterday, Lady Elisabeth reminded him of their path together as Man and Woman and the divine duty such entails. Yesterday, they built a foundation among one of the Empire’s finest intellectual institutions: the Imperial Alchemist’s Cabinet. Yesterday, they exchanged kindnesses, warmth and generosity to those who surround them: making the smile a welcome contagion. 

Today, they walk between the Church pews, with the blessing of the household and GOD above, in holy matrimony. Today, they seek to carve a future together; a future in service of the Empire and in the perpetuation of our Orenian values: family, fraternity, love and duty. You who read are cordially invited to their most ceremonious wedding day; the inauguration of Lord Brandt and Lady Elisabeth’s new path as the closest of compatriots, strongest of allies, warmest of souls: groom and bride, husband and wife.

No more to you all at this time. GOD and His veneration have you in keeping. Beseech that this letter be spread through your courtesans and kinship, for though faces might be unknown, the Couple wishes not more than to meet you in the midst of love, the Lord’s presence and the bloom of camaraderie.

 

 


 


 

Invited Are All Under His Gaze, Though In Particular.... 

 

The Emperor John VIII and House Novellen.

The Count of Dobrov and his pedigree.

With a special invitation for Kazimir Nikolai Ostrovich.

The Baron of Halcourt and his pedigree.

Franz Nikolai de Sarkozy and his pedigree.

Lord Vladislaus O. Vimmark-Roussard of Woldzmir and his pedigree.

The Archchancellor and Members of the d’Azor.

The Count of Valles and his pedigree.

The Countess of Halstaig and her pedigree.

The Duke of Sunholdt and his pedigree

The Count of Aldersberg and his pedigree.

The Countess of Rosemoor and her pedigree.

The Count of Renzfeld and his pedigree.

 The Duke of Cathalon and his pedigree.

The House Kovachev and their pedigree,

With a special invitation for Natalie Julia Beaumont.

The Count of Susa and his pedigree.

The Count of Mordskov and his pedigree.

The Baron of Draskovic and his pedigree.

The Baron of Darkwood and his pedigree.

The Count of Kositz and his pedigree.

Her Ladyship Anna Hernrietta and her pedigree.

Lady Aimee Halcourt and her Pedigree.

With a special invitation for Lady Mary Othaman, 

Lady Anna and her husband Lord Caspian,

Lady Elodie de Rosius 

& Anton d’Amato-Orlov.

 

 


 

 

 

This letter was indicated at the 1st of the Deep Cold, XXII of our Second Age with a full, heavy heart, given at the date of the 8th of the Deep Cold, XIII of our Second Age.

 

The Lord, Brandt Halcourt de Artois. 

The Lady, Elisabeth Leopoldine Carrion. 

 

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Spoiler

May 18th, 2021 | Tuesday, 5:00PM EST.

At the Orenian Cathedral.

Be there or be square.





 

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Natalie Julia Beaumont allows her lips to pull into a large grin upon receiving the invitation. This small invitation happens to be one of the only happy things to happen to her recently... “They’ve finally set the date! Time to hunt for a gift.” She’d hum to herself as she set off searching for a gift, the perfect distraction from the recent events of her life.

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Anna d'Arkent just smiles at the invite "About time Elisa. I was wondering when you two would get around to finally getting married."

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Anna stares at the invitation- exhaling. "They spelled my name wrong and addressed me improperly. It is Her Excellency. I also see they lacked to give you an invite, dearest Baron Carrington!" she'd say to her son with a shake of her head.

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1 minute ago, libbybelle said:

Anna stares at the invitation- exhaling. "They spelled my name wrong and addressed me improperly. It is Her Excellency. I also see they lacked to give you an invite, dearest Baron Carrington!" she'd say to her son with a shake of her head.

The Baron Carrington, Wilhelm Lucius, frowns at the lack of invite, recalling how him and the couple were friends... or so he thought.

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Elisabeth looks at all the chonky birds getting their exercise in

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"I suppose I am Mary Othaman now, aren't I." she smirks, offering a sidelong gaze to her husband Viathan.

 

@TreeSmoothie

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22 minutes ago, champ said:

Lord Vladislaus O. Vimmark-Roussard of Woldzmir and his pedigree


VLADISLAV beams with Machiavellian decadence.

 

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shitposted @champ

 

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"One would think...the person who made his work possible, and notable- would be invited." A certain Octavia grumbles to herself. Her eyes dart over the missive as a hummingbird would (though, her wings were invisible) many times over, scrutinizing and searching for her name. It was not there the first, nor the fifteenth time. "This is how he repays me."

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“How exciting!” Elodie de Rosius would say to herself before opening up her wardrobe and scanning the dresses within.

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The missive had found its way atop a dinner table within a lakeside manor. Blue eyes, one of the many that resided there, scanned for a name. They found none. Better, he thought, Viktor had grown fond of his consistent ability to show up to things uninvited.

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With sudden joviality, a smile broke upon Milena’s countenance. “Oh, dear! She has grown so fast! She will be so happy, certainly- certainly. My dear Elisa, the ruby of the season.” 

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Reserved <3

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