Hearsay of Hanseti-Ruska - XII

[HearsayofHansetiRuska 521]

“A REVISITATION - ROZIK I VE KORTZ”

And so it continues.

 

 

The Hearsay of Hanseti-Ruska

Edition XII

Tov ag Yermey, 419 ES

 

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With the start of our beloved Haeseni social season, ardour thickens the sky as lovers lead to bloody belligerents. This author has much to say as the months of spectacle and unseen truth comes to light, through my eyes and into the hand of the reader. Hearts will be broken and coins flipped. But what have we here on this side of a Royal coin? The dull Prince Sergei Aleksandr, who claims to be no more than a humble dynast -- keeping loyal to one Aloisa Barclay. Upon the other, the lustrous Prince Josef Frederick, living a lavish lifestyle as one might expect. But we know it is not to be true. He claims to be a Prince of many women, but then why did we find poor Josie writing his own feats of women in a letter to the Hearsay? And why did we spy the Prince Sergei making good use of that new maze in the gardens with one who dons blonde locks? Both seem to be living opposite, in the other’s dream world.

 

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TWO SIDES OF THE VYRONOV COIN

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These new Vyronovs of ours have seemed to have left more of a mark than their distant branch of kin -- Stefan the bone idle rocks back and forth at home as the duo take the stage. Albeit, one of these boys appears to have undergone stagefright, and the other leaving the crowds crying for an encore. One Grigori Vyronov not only vowed his joust in favour of Aloisa Barclay, but also pathetically urged that his family’s honour be smitten if he were to lose against the Duke of Vidaus. He did lose, oho. Most laughed at him, some with him, but certainly we know he cried in his lonesome to sleep that night. If not for his younger, more promising brother, the Vyronov upcoming would have been snuffed out as hastily as Princess Klara Elizaveta’s Lily Knight bestowal.

 

Lukas’ rosy cheeks appeared from the entrance of the arena, accompanied by a red rose between his teeth. This may have been the start of the Duke Johann’s insecure missive outbursts as he tossed the rose into the arms of the Barclay Duchess, proclaiming that his presented duel against the Marshal himself would be in her glorious favour. In a great spectacle, Lukas Vyronov made Johann kneel and contradictively oathed him on how one should properly duel. His wife on the far end of the arena even smiled out of her character as her favour was won, perhaps owing to the fact that her husband provides no attention for his lonely wife.

 

Yet, the nepotistic Queen who seems to only approve of her children and peers gave no time of day for our commoner gallant. One would think she would share a sliver of her day for the appreciation of our common folk, considering her previous family of House Kortrevich was on the brink of demotion into the peasant class. That must have slipped her mind. One noble who does have a fondness for those below them is Zoya Ruthern, often seen wandering into seclusion with the eldest Vyronov boy.

 

THE MOUSEMAN IMPERIAL

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Imperial agents slink around the corners of Haense, but is anyone truly surprised that the good heart of our King has been taken advantage of? Even less astonished were we to hear this agent was sent directly from Philip the Fiddler as an ambassador to our nation to sow dismay, no doubt. While this John Aurelian was treated with dignity, he could not manage the same to the apple of his eye: Princess Klara Elizaveta. It is true, an Orenian spy in love with a member of the Royal Family! As unforeseen as this could be, she was certainly a step up from any harpy in his homeland… That was, until she was caught in a dance with her new flame! This author can only imagine this reignited his hatred for the Haeseni, as the one woman of class who would dare look in this Aurelian’s direction suddenly veered from his advances. The ambassador, who squeaked more alike to a mouse in his anger, has been rumoured to have struck these women and fled in his fear -- a fitting end to run from the cat’s claws.

 

THE DUKES’ WAR

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Coming from a line of historically short, proud men, Mikhail var Ruthern is no different from his father and grandfather. But when I say proud, it is almost insolence in the Baron. We all know that he struck Margrait Baruch after she denied his cringe-inducing advances including a child’s picture book. This might have been the seed to nurture how he is now. Our little Ruthern admirers often spill how it is he who punishes his parents for misbehaviour and not vice versa. Going as far as to have crafted a closet named the Chokey in his miserable little room, which his sisters and mother are often chucked into for hours on end.

 

Inevitably now, Mikhail has alas allowed his not so prudent mouth to run rampant in the wrong direction. Calling what I namesake “the Seagles,” Erika and Sybilla Barclay, wenches. These two just yearn to have their only personality trait of taking offence regarding trivial matters brought to light. Johann Barclay, who was already both irate and insecure at being shown up by the youngest Vyronov, instantly took back to Reinmar with his heart in his mouth. To draft a handful of ill-willed, vengeance letters to the Baron; a fifteen year old boy. War might be on the horizon… The question I pose to you, dear reader, is; whose side are you on? 

 

BEWARE THE… BICLOPS OF ALBAN?

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This author wonders why none have thought to mention the fact that one Lady Elizaveta Ulyana now has two eyes? Was she not “the Cyclops of Alban,” mere years ago? Is this natural? Coupled with her rather sinister display at the debut of the Lady Sorina, I should think not. Perhaps her dearest friend’s mother, the Witch of Woldzimir, brewed some foul concoction which restored her sight. Or perhaps she has appealed to Iblees in some dark, twisted ritual. I pray her fiendish nature does not rub off on those she holds dear.

 

THE DUTY OF A KING

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Within this Haeseni Season the ultimate prize is yet to be obtained. The title hangs over each lady’s head, to be “Queen of Hanseti-Ruska.” It dangles there, like a sparkling yet dangerously pointed chandelier, winking in an alluring light. Our Grand Prince, Karl Sigmar, has been reclusive -- no! Reluctant, in showing any outward favour to a particular lady. Our sources have nailed his preferences down to two favourites, the Lady Amadea d’Arkent, and Lady Sorina Luceafăru. Surprising choices. Yet it seems the Prince is not a pursuer of love or passion like his brothers. He has boasted of a list; A royal criteria of qualities his lucky soon-to-be Queen must fulfil. How romantic… What this checklist for his perfect match consists of, we cannot confirm. Smarts, beauty, strength, meekness? This author can reiterate, however, that with every scratching of my pen, time ticks by. Can you hear it, my Prince? The ominous knells of marriage loom. Your siblings have each found their matches swiftly enough. We are awaiting your decision, with bated breath.

 

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Tensions are rising as I once more dip my pen in ink, for the war-spirit has surely overtaken this Kingdom. I am not one for fighting, not destined to yield a sword. I boast a weapon far more powerful. Be assured, this column will continue to remark on the far more interesting wars… battles of jealousy, wrath, and squirming unease.

 

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Ink put onto parchment, where the hands shakily dismantle the deception in our court. As with previous editions, my address is afforded.

 

[OOC: Discord HearsayOfHaense#1132]

[sarahbarah 5030]

Marie, the Duchess of Vidaus, wails. "CHOKEY? THIS IS NIET TRUE - SIMPLY NIET TRUE."

 

Meanwhile, one Isabel Baruch nervously paced the halls of her father's office with a copy of Hearsay in her hand. "Amadea - oh Godan, Amadea - she's goin' t' lose i' if she sees this."

[crazedpudding 2169]

Klara Elizaveta read over the edition of Hearsay before shrugging and pulling on her armor. "At least Yam niet being blamed for that Orenian bastard's impropriety."

[UnBaed 9015]

The Witch of Woldzmir gets smacked in the face by one of the new releases of the Hearsay blowing in the wind, causing for her to become tangled in her cloak and unceremoniously tumble over a bucket on the street.

[shay 2219]

"It's fine - it's fine" the Carrington would mutter from the wards building, storing the newest issue of the Hearsay in her desk before moving off in a daze to find a certain ginger Baruch heiress

[Phersades 1168]

Nikolai Mikhail smiled, pleased again that Kortrevich was mentioned but once.. and more specifically, his name not mentioned in specific at all. The lord drank to this. 

[Mady 3091]

Sat upon the garden balcony of the Noble Apartments, Sorina Lorelei Luceafaru would look down on the rallying warriors in the square below. As the wind brought forth an edition of The Hearsay of Haenseti-Ruska, a red hue would creep over the girls face. "This is...this is all too much." She'd sigh, looking down to a cross which was held in her palm. 

[zuziee 3245]

Maya Ceciliya read the Hearsay out loud to her friends which consisted of her frog, Otto, a cat, Simone, and Dmitry Ruthern. After she finished, the girl began to cry for all her siblings were viewed as competent, old, glamorous, and were all soon to be married but her. Cursing her mother for not getting the pelicans to deliver her sooner! She would always be the baby of the family. 

[MotherLay 815]

Aloisa Barclay smiles as she reads about herself in the papers. In her own words, any attention is good attention!

[tcs_tonsils_ 2829]

A certain Lord Kortrevich chewed the inside of his cheek as he scanned the Hearsay. “A bit disappointing.” Borris sighed, tossing the Hearsay in the fire before continuing to pace around his room, deep in thought.