The Union of The Rose

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The Union of

The Rose

 

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With boundless elation, the esteemed Margravial house of High peak and the venerable Comital house of Varoche cordially announce the forthcoming union between their distinguished scions. The Lady Isabella and the Lord Louis-Olivier-Etienne, after a courtship spanning three years, shall now partake in the sacred covenant of matrimony, gracing the splendid precincts of the Temple of the Exalted Prophets.

 

In the reverent presence of Almighty God, and under the esteemed guidance of His Grace the Bishop Mikhael the noble union shall be solemnized, evoking joyous celebrations to honor this pairing of noble souls. A private feast of the seasonal harvest, and boundless red wine, shall subsequently ensue within the grandeur of the palace's dining hall, to which all esteemed guests are wholeheartedly invited, to revel in jubilant celebration.

 

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SIGNED,

 

Her Ladyship, Isabella Fiorel of Varoche

 

His Lordship, Olivier Etienne,

Baron of Rosius, Heir to the Marquisate of High Peak

 

Spoiler

Taking place at 3pm EST on Tuesday, 8/8 in the church by the palace.

 

 

[Caranthir_ 2533]

Louis-Etienne Olivier Dieuxmont de Rosius, who calls himself Olivier, places pen to paper and signs his name against this the pronouncement of his forthcoming matrimony. He whispers a prayer to Almighty God for His unbound Providence and for His other gifts that he - he, Olivier - might soon be wedded to the kindest and most understanding woman he knew. Asides from his mother.

[zuziee 4004]

Marlene shouted and cheered happy her father wasn’t going to marry Isabella. A suspicious she had been holding since the ball. 

[aldskar 842]

The mother of the bride, long retired to the cliffside Abbey of one St. Jude, rendered conclusively appeased, at last, by the news. In her prayers that dawn, driven by the early morning mist rising from the silver sea and it's swell against that towering cliff, she reflects on the close bond she and her daughter held, and the many years she had spent raising her by herself, lonesome, and yet with her whole heart, being, and soul.

[Axelu 4333]

The Marchioness of High Peak, Marguerite Adela of Lewes, was personally told of the news by her son in one of their infrequent, yet nonetheless loving on the mother's behalf, audiences. With an apron stained by grapes, the maturing, yet lively, noble lady could not stifle her display of glee. "What a brilliant choice, Louie! May your union be bountiful!"