In Friendship and In Truth

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In Friendship and Truth
A N N O   D O M I N I  1855
16th of Joma ag Umund, ES 408

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The grand reconciliation and unveiling of truths in front of the Hexer Camp depicted circa 1855.

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Dear Readers, Citizens of Savoy and Haense alike,

 

With the crashing of the waves and the twinkling of the stars, two unlikely women met on the soft sands of Savoy. They overcame cultural differences and old communication boundaries to speak, face to face, lady to lady. From this strange twist of fate, a treasured reality had bloomed and the truth was unveiled once and for all. 

 

After much deliberation, Her Highness Nikoleta and Lady Chancellor Vasileia have untangled a mess that the maiden’s ex-husband created, Prince Andrik of Akovia. These sacred truths lie here, in a treaty of peace between the woman and in the hopeful turning of the page;

I. The Lady Chancellor of Savoy did not participate in any adultery.
II. The Princess Nikoleta was slipped false information by people who wished to cause havoc among the royal house.
III. The dissolution of the Holy Union between Her Highness Nikoleta and Prince Andrik was not due to this.

 

With that and the help of God, both ladies hope that this has cleared up the swirling rumours that spiralled and had carelessly thrown away years of both ladies' lives. History can not be changed, but it can be learned from. Friendship and human kindness can be born from even those that feel the most scorned. 

Honour is one's word and the truth behind it. Virtues are those that guide us and it is those virtues that lead us to moments like these; where truth, honour, and amity come to light. 

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Signed,
Her Highness, Nikoleta Barbara Morovar 

 

Her Excellency, Lady Vasileia Ekaterini Basrid
Lady Chancellor of Savoy, Matriarch of House Basrid

 

Spoiler

 

(Nikoleta, holding her hair like a fish after having cut it all off)

 

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"Untangled my mess, have they?" The recently divorced Prince let out a long and tired sigh as he read the missive from the Lady Chancellor of Savoy. Andrik pondered on all of the awful things he could have said just in sheer spite. 

 

Yet nothing came out. No harsh words would be produced by the ink of his quill, and no witty responses had been written down onto the parchment. The quill was dry, the ink was bottled, and Andrik still pondered on what to say. 

 

What was stopping him? Of course, it could only be one answer. It was the one who he once had the right to call the love of his life. It was the woman who he still had his heart set on, despite his very promise to her. It was the one who got away from him...

 

The letter would only be a thin slip of parchment, fitting in what could only be two sentences. It had no names to prove who it was from, only an address to who it was intended to, Lady Vasileia. It did, however, hold the infamous handwriting used in the dreaded letter that framed Andrik, yet this time it was actually written by his own hand. No one would ever know the contents of the letter unless it was to be made public.

 

This was the only way to move forward. The only way he could cope with a loss this harsh... It was by no means an easy way for him, but it was the right one. His first step of atonement: Integrity.

 

 

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Iulius Vernhart studied the text on the article meticulously. He jotted down so notes in his journal after the 3rd or 4th time reading the paper. He nodded, a brief smile of satisfaction sat on his lips before disappearing into a steady, emotionless expression. He walked away, writing things in his journal.