A Huntshill Arrival

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A   H U N T S H I L L   A R R I V A L

 

Spoiler

Tis a big ol' chunky baby

 

A freshly-painted portrait of the new child of the Novellen-Huntshill household. 

 

THE FATHER
“Is everything alright in there?!” The lordling with the majestic ponytail inquired, trotting back and forth throughout the Huntshill Estate. Still, no news was announced from beyond the private quarters of Lady Catherine Marie. 

 

 

As hours passed and the continuous flow of servants entering increased, the awaiting father grew anxious, leading himself to the kitchen in hopes to devour the remaining pastries from their wedding. “She’ll be fine. Yeah.. Sure..” He spoke to himself whilst smushing his last remaining dessert. 

 

The d’Azor frantically brushed his hair, wondering of the occurrences in the quarters. “What is taking so long- it’s just a baby” The idiot continued on, yearning to learn more from the maids rushing down the stairs for more cloths, yet no further updates were spoken of. Only faint frowns. 

 

 

THE MOTHER
The young lady, soon-to-be mother had no reprieve in those long hours leading up to the birth. The servants murmured, trying to keep their words hidden from her but still, she listened. Small inklings of information on her circumstances reached the Novellen. The baby was large, the young woman frail and weak. Catherine was at least glad the baby seemed strong. In the final hour before the first breath of the babe, all notion of etiquette left the woman. She yelled, cursed, slandered the name of her husband though she did not truly mean it. The pain was great, but it was all worth it when she heard the cries of the newborn baby.

 

 

 

THUMP.. THUMP.. THUMP..

 

As if the sounds of his wife’s screams were not enough, a sudden burst of attendees marched through the estate and directly towards the man. “This must be a jest…” The lordling spoke, noticing the entirety of both households. Richard frantically explained, yet completely regretting his choices as his father and father-in-law bickered over the genetics of the child. 

 

 

Suddenly, the cries of a baby were heard, echoing through the hallway.

 

Leaving the families to their nervous chaos, Richard stormed up the staircases, reaching his destination of the open door. 

 

“Richard..” The faded mother spoke, barely lifting a smile upon his entrance. Within her arms held their newborn daughter snuggled between her chest. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Catherine cooed with the little one, waiting for her husband.

 

After arriving at her bedside, the couple enjoyed their moment of bliss and silence, meeting their newborn child for the first time and simply falling in love. 
“Our Clementine.” 

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[!]
A notice would be hung and viewed upon approaching the Huntshill Estate.
 

 
Nearly a year after Lord Richard Leopold d’Azor and Lady Catherine Marie Novellen-Huntshill were wed, it is with great honor to announce that on 6th of the Deep Cold, 1861 they welcomed their newborn daughter, Lady Clementine Amadea Novellen-Huntshill to the empire. 

In GOD’s favor, both the mother and daughter remain healthy whilst resting in the Huntshill estate. Clementine was born with her grandfather’s bright auburn hair, and eyes of both the mother and father, gray with a hint of blue. 
 

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P E N N E D  B Y

Lady Catherine Marie Novellen-Huntshill

 

Lord Richard Leopold d'Azor 

 

[HeyitsNano 1582]

An almost murderous, vile laugh escaped the construction site of Ames as a scrawny courier handed the Baron the announcement. Almost accusingly of the servant, he rejected the paper. “To restless nights and interminable days! Now, off you go. Send him my wishes, and inform Valerie.”

Within some conclave moments later, an almost drawled whisper was possibly, if at all true in its broken makeup and unintelligible volume, heard under the Baron’s breath. “That’s no boy!”

 

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