The Blessing of Three

[tadabug2000 4924]

THE BLESSING OF THREE

 

“With the eagles' foresight we reign victorious.” 

Cum Aquilis longe victores regnamus.

 

“One must live and die by his own sword.” 

Viendum est et suo gladio moriendum.

 

 

Issued by

The County of Aquilae

And

The Barony of Renduzzo

On this 6th of Lothar’s Gift, in the Year of our Lord, 15 B.A.

 

 

 

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With the recent marriage of the Heiress to the County of Aquilae, Lady Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller to Baron Drako Rickard Darkwood of Renduzzo, their union has proven fruitful.

Such so, that a blessing in three has been given upon the family after the recent loss of Lord Kristian Vuiller.

Three beautiful babies.

Triplets, much like the current Patriarch, Count Rev Vuiller and his sisters Mink and Ravn Vuiller.

Three, much like the babies saved by the now Venerated Ivan Var Ruthern.

The newly blessed couple, keeping this in mind, alongside the traditions of their families, have thus given their new children this name:

Lord Godric Ivan Vuiller, heir to the County of Aquilae, a lovely baby boy.

@Cjmate

Lord Vehlrun Haakon Darkwood, heir to the Barony of Renduzzo, a look-alike to his father. @tcs_tonsils_

And

Lady Aurianne Lamiacea Vuiller, a sweet baby girl. @Moo_bot

 

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With the recent stress of loss and the complications that come with triplets, the three children were born two months early.

At first, touch and go, the two heirs are fully on the mend with a healthy complexion to boot, Lady Aurianne taking a tad longer than her brothers as of current.

We ask the Grand Duchy of Balian to extend a warm welcome to their future Count of Aquilae, alongside Baron of Renduzzo and wherever Lady Auriannes future may take her, alongside their prayers for good health.

 

 

Signed,

The Right Honorable, Count of Aquilae, Sir Rev Vuiller, the Seneschal of the Grand Duchy of Balian, etcetera.

The Honorable, Baron of Renduzzo, Drako Rickard Darkwood, Leftenant of the Brotherhood of Balian, etcetera.

The Honorable, Baroness-Consort of Renduzzo, Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, heiress to the County of Aquilae, Procurator of the Grand Duchy of Balian, Lady Chamberlain of the Palati Monterosa, etcetera.

 

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Drako Darkwood looks at his children, a warm smile on his face as he lovingly gazes to them. "Three..." He speaks to his wife internally screaming at the amount of children his wife bore

 

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

Lord baby, Vehlrun Darkwood cries as he is born, for that is what newborns do.

[tadabug2000 4924]

3 minutes ago, HIGH_FIRE said:

Drako Darkwood looks at his children, a warm smile on his face as he lovingly gazes to them. "Three..." He speaks to his wife internally screaming at the amount of children his wife bore

 

Lady Johanne Vuiller debates murdering her husband after she had three children, all in one day. She'd be side eyeing him, most certainly, despite her exhaustion.

[Moo_bot 775]

Lady Aurianne Lamicea Vuiller stares blankly at the ceiling, with no words to express the feeling of being born. So she screams.

[Based1Salmon 758]

Lady Theodeta Darkwood wishes she got to be born, life sucks when you arent born. Though she is glad her big sister now got to breath the air.

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

Laurelie was happy for the new members of the family, but three! my goodness. She'd be helping out the new parents when she could. Ah yes, the perfect test subjects to help her learn from watching her cousin partner

[__Hergh 785]

A random mali would smile at news of this, though her heart would fill with melancholy for the friendship they once had. Perhaps she should send anonymous gifts. Yes, this mother of one will give this mother of three many gifts for both her and the children.

[MapleSunflower 1889]

A woman sat silent and still within her seat, reading the missive in her lap.

 

Three.

 

Three children, and great-grandchildren at that.
 

Should see live to see another day, God forbid, she be a great-grandmother. God forbid she torture another of her blood. And yet here she was. Staring at the wall, her lips parted so she may mutter, “Was it worth it, Primrose?”

[Cjmate 1270]

The Prodigal Son

 

        On the 6th of Lothar's Gift, the 15th year of Our Lord, Lord Godric Ivan Vuiller, the prodigal son, was born. He came upon this world, a golden beam of radiance, born of an honorable father and most radiant mother of impeccable upbringing: a union of great houses and noble blood. 

 

        Upon the boy’s head was flaxen hair, the shade of mid-summer wheat. He sported the daring green eyes of his forefathers, and the giddy demeanor of a young colt. Upon the eve of his birth, many a housemaid did gawk in awe at the healthy, fat child before their chattering turned to shock as an eagle descended upon the windowsill of the child’s nursery, flexing its bronze wings before bellowing a piercing cry and ascending to the clouds.