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The Royal Wedding of 390 ES


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Brushing her fingers over the elegantly detailed parchment, tears would come to the eyes of Koenas Annika. "To think Sigismund was an infant when I first held him." She sighed. "My little boy has grown up..."

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Kaustantin Baruch read the missive with a solemn smile, he called over to Sigismund quietly at the dais. "Godan protects vy and Haense will rest in vyr palm one day, Sigismund. Enjoy this great year of celebrations, my friend." 

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"Vy will look most dobry, Lady Emma,"  Petra said with a bright smile, helping her friend and future sister-in-law prepare for the festivities!

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Amelya Kortrevich beamed with pride as she kissed her sister's forehead for what felt the final time as she tucked her in to sleep. Being a nocturnal creature by nature, she paced the halls of their home in Jeroviz before an idea crept into her mind, aided by a certain little friend Emma had met and instantly befriended. 
A giggle escaped her lips as she found her stitching box, crept back into their shared dressing room and pulled Emma's wedding gown from the coverlet. An envious sigh escaped her lips as she twirled the fabric this way and that before pinning the hem up and getting to work on a small embroidery piece of a certain
blue butterfly she they both knew and loved. 
"For luck," she whispered and watched how the stitched wings seemed to dance in the candlelight. She knew that no matter what her sister's future would bring, it would be as magical as Emma was. Blue Butterfly Aesthetic Gif - Largest Wallpaper Portal
 

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The Viscountess of Aurveldt, Eleanora, smiles softly as she looks over the missive before turning to her husband, Viscount Isaak Amador. @Pureimp10 "Isaak, Yam commandeering the garden." The heavily pregnant woman proceeded to wander off to see to decor.

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Andrik ran around the residential palace, screaming at the top of his lungs shouting "IT'S HAPPENING! IT'S HAPPENING!!!" suddenly the prospect of becoming King and having dreaded responsibility was become less and less likely!

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Amelia saw her lack of personal invite and scowled, though she made a note to try and attend.

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Nikoleta sat in a tree, dangling her feet from it and eating a nice ripe apple as she read the missive. Her mind traveling to the idea of marriage and love in general, which made her face go bright pink. "Uhg. I hate weddings"

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Jan Otto Kortrevich knew the day would eventually come, he could not delay it either way. As excited as he was for the wedding of his sister, a sense of dread overwhelmed him all the same. He sat himself down in his study, a place where had been holed up quite frequently as of late. This time it was not with any of children however. He would have to let go eventually, just like had with Amelya. He had faith in Sigismund, but the prospect of having to see his sister leave Jerovitz proved a great burden on the Count. He took his pen and began writing one final letter to his lauvas, and to Sigismund.

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