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The Royal Wedding of 388 E.S.


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Aren would walk among the city of Karosgrad, looking around at the posters that would be plastered everywhere. He took one from the wall leading to the steps of the palace, reading the parchment as his eyes moved across it. His eyebrows furrowed somewhat before both of them would raise., his mouth somewhat agape. "Well, Ah'll be damned, t'lad finally dropped t'question." he would say with a smirk, folding the parchment neatly and setting it in his satchel, walking off with a smile on his face.

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Eleanora Baruch beamed at her best friend, taking the prinzenas' hands in hers. "Yam so happy we are able to share this milestone as we have shared so many others. Vy will be the most dobry bride." @sarahbarah

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         Abraham sharpens his sword, prepared to defend the wedding of his best friend. "Good, I remember when Yvo got drunk and kept professing his love for her when she wasn't there." He'd smiled softly, deciding to put his own problems aside as he moved to polish his sword and fix his formal uniform.

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Henry Bishop, who had practically watched Petra grow up, sheds a singular tear as he reads of the wedding "Mein Gott, she ist all grown up!" After wiping away his tear, he went to mark down the day in his calendar.

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Wow i can't wait to get married :)! (This Msg is Sponsored by @sarahbarahherself, as she was the one who told me to say that.)

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Robert Ludovar smiled widely as he witnessed the happy the proposal and was glad to be a part of the preparation for it. This made him miss his wife even more, prompting him to take a break from his duties to spend some quality time with her.

 Oleksandr Zelinski made his way to the Hunters Inn after a long day of hunting in the wild marshes of the Attenlund. This particular day was extremely stressful for Oleksandr as his bowstring had snapped on the draw, which he saw as a bad omen. The inn was particularly packed today and everyone seemed to be celebrating something. A man stood on top of his table, raising a mug of carrion as he shouted "Three cheers for the newly-engaged couple! To Prinzenas Petra and Lord Mondblume!"

"... Hip! Hip! Huzzah!"


They cheered, and Oleksandr couldn't believe his ears. He had seen this day coming, and event dreaded it. His hands balled up in a fists of rage and confusion, and the bottle that contained his emotions had lost its cork.

"... Hip! Hip! Huzzah!"

Oleksandr continued to lose all senses that he gained all of the years. No one in the Inn seemed to notice, as they were too occupied with cheering the happy couple. Tears started to form in his eyes as he re-lived the heartbreak he suffered when he was younger. Tears of sadness, confusion, and most of all... rage.

"Hip! Hip..."

"Huzzah" 
Oleksandr finished with the others, though he was not celebrating, nor was he mourning a loss. No, he was merely angry, and all he knew was that there was a singular person to blame. Him

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Nikoleta snot cries at the notice. "My hamster will miss it!" she'd proclaim.

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Volk Mondblume having recently learned of his son's presence in Haense along with his newfound marriage announcement would sit by his warm hearth cooking a turkey leg upon receiving his invitation no words spoken as he contemplated his emotional day by sitting by the roaring fireplace and contemplating how to compose a written  letter to send to his newfound son. 

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