A Margrave's Return

[Optimus420 1926]

 

A MARGRAVE’S RETURN

Anno Domini 1947

 

THE END OF DOUBT, THE RETURN OF STASSION

F I N I S  D V B I I  R E D I T V S  S T A S S I O N

 

“Well enough to stand, well enough to lead.”

Richard Stassion to His Council.

 

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TO OUR FRIENDS OF THE REALM NEAR OR FAR,

 

For some years now, the Margrave’s health has waned due to a bout of an unidentifiable virus or some other cause aiming to do him harm, but in recent Saint’s Days his mind and body have been reinvigorated. As days followed, his health slowly increasing, the Margrave began to leave his chambers and meander the halls of Castle Aurelian accompanied by his wife and children, enjoying their presence as his health improved without the burdens of leadership. In times away from them as the moon rose high above the horizon, his time was spent being caught up in the happenings of the world by his council whether he summoned them or not. 

 

It would be on the 6th of Godfey’s Triumph, 1947 that the Margrave of Stassion declared to his Household, Council, and People that his health be fully restored. Margrave Richard went on to state that he would be retaking the reins of leadership as he was sound in body and soul. As such it is formally decreed by this missive, any form of regency in the lands of the March of Stassion has ended and the Margrave is restored to his station in full. May GOD and Exalted Owyn guide us onwards on our path of righteousness and redemption in our quest to build anew. 

 

AVE STASSION.

 

IN NOMINE LEONIS

HIS HIGHNESS, Richard Leonus, Prince of Providentia Margrave of Stassion, Baron of Renzfeld, Lord of Fredericksburg, Protector of the Western Marches

 

HER HIGHNESS, Ottavia of Pompourelia, Princess-Consort of Providentia, Margravine-Consort of Stassion, Baroness-Consort of Renzfeld, Lady of Fredericksburg

[ErosTea 1084]

"I was beginning to think you had been taken to the seven skies!" Charlotte Henrietta cried out as she entered into the main hall of Castle Aurelian, several long scrolls of plans for a new city nestled between her arms. "It is time we resume our great work here."

[Olox_ 4318]

"Finally some good news. God protect you Markgraf, times are dire."

Heinrich II Lothar, the Prince of Merryweather, said with a faint smile still very upset by everything that had happened in the last few years