Jump to content

COMITAL WRIT OF DISOWNMENT


oryP
 Share

Recommended Posts

 

M1gZ1wEaMpOtxwq7Cttk1HHnTmfYuT3Inr7xFW96yI7GvOc056q35RgAN0Owx840m_c97tU2weRcMIdJQxnaIR3cPkI0BWGdSJwbeLRVcOvDlw0uXa8hGaCMYMQN7MbHfsnauZETpQIz5M15-aDBfp8

UnII_MDNW2fL2JcY53t3lYOCRfWGmxwHIGvUgWy_jmC4YyT1L6-AAw2YnzCt0Gq7EheGBpz0adiBWF0praxRp1hBs8ukAB661YDbPyzS1SMZtsUmxKy4dCp7lhwbKNInFr4wr5t955OoxF0uhbng1fE

“By Bones and Barrows.”
Per Ossa et in Barcis

Issued by the County of Marsana

The 5th of the Grand Harvest

 

M1gZ1wEaMpOtxwq7Cttk1HHnTmfYuT3Inr7xFW96yI7GvOc056q35RgAN0Owx840m_c97tU2weRcMIdJQxnaIR3cPkI0BWGdSJwbeLRVcOvDlw0uXa8hGaCMYMQN7MbHfsnauZETpQIz5M15-aDBfp8I. The Disownment

It is a saddening day when we see a kinfolk of our esteemed House falter in her path, when we see her bring shame upon our ancestors and those who came before. Charlotte Valentina vas Ruthern has been found guilty of disturbing the peace of our family, treacherous actions against the rightful Ser Demetrius var Ruthern by birth right, Ser Demetrius var Ruthern through her actions against the Kingdom of Balian. For these actions against our house we declare her DISOWNED. She and all of her children shall be barred from the name of Ruthern, their connection to our dutiful house and history denied.

 

They shall carry the name of Barrow, their crimes against our house never to be forgotten.

 

To Charlotte Barrow:

Spoiler

Mea sestra, while Y love vy, Y can niet hold meaself to forgive vy for attacking one of vyr kin, let alone mea own children and heir. Papej had forsaken us from striking another of our family, and vy deliberately broke this rule under the influence of the Daemons of Stassion , for if vy wish to be accepted back into House Ruthern, renounce vyr allegiance to the tainted Crown which rests upon that bastard, Richard's, head.

M1gZ1wEaMpOtxwq7Cttk1HHnTmfYuT3Inr7xFW96yI7GvOc056q35RgAN0Owx840m_c97tU2weRcMIdJQxnaIR3cPkI0BWGdSJwbeLRVcOvDlw0uXa8hGaCMYMQN7MbHfsnauZETpQIz5M15-aDBfp8



 

As declared by,

The Right Honorable, Ser Demetrius ‘The Valiant’ Laonicus 

var Ruthern, Count of Marsana, Patriarch of House Ruthern

 

 

Link to post
Share on other sites

The Crown Princess of Balian would gaze upon the missive with a stiff jaw, she had spoken with both Viktoria vas Ruthern and another. The acts that had been committed reviled the woman, "How low can humans fall?" she pondered aloud in the Palatio of Balian, thinking back to the tears of the eleven year old she comforted.

Link to post
Share on other sites

"Womp, womp," tutted John as he dragged a brush across a canvas. "Charlotte was always a foul-mannered knave ... good job, Pookie!" He beamed, painting a blotchy rose in his best-friend's honor.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Natalya Rosario sighed, standing outside of her sisters room. Her presence lingered and so did her hatred for her family.

Agnieszka Ivanovich smiled brightly "That Demetrius is a coward, he even lost a battle to my Aunt when she was quite a bit younger than him. Its a good Thing Grandpapej Jan kicked him out of his wardship. He is a balianite through and through, a disappointment to the raevir culture. Y Shall invite Princess Charlotte Stassion over for a while."

Link to post
Share on other sites

1 hour ago, Marshi said:

Natalya Rosario sighed, standing outside of her sisters room. Her presence lingered and so did her hatred for her family.

Agnieszka Ivanovich smiled brightly "That Demetrius is a coward, he even lost a battle to my Aunt when she was quite a bit younger than him. Its a good Thing Grandpapej Jan kicked him out of his wardship. He is a balianite through and through, a disappointment to the raevir culture. Y Shall invite Princess Charlotte Stassion over for a while."

The 'Coward' in question stared in disbelief on the matter. "Y recall being eight and her twelve, not to mention it was an arm wrestle vy daft privileged weasel. Check vyr information before vy spout horseshit."

Link to post
Share on other sites

Charlotte was delivered the missive by her beloved handmaid. Once the missive was read, she snorted. She laughed. “Y could have had those children hung! But nie. Y tried to keep them alive and safe. Proves being kind will only cause one to backstab. Y see vyr true intentions now borsa, Y applaud vy for vyr ruthless desire to cause conflict.” Another cackle follows, echoing throughout the halls of the castle. “Y disowned meaself over a decade ago.. and this is why. Truly a mockery of the Ruthern name.” And with that, the letter was burned along with the memories of her once family. The poor Princess’s memory had grown even worse in recent years, she’d forget all about this in a couple days. 

Link to post
Share on other sites

     Hours had been spent and wasted. The young countess stared down to the missive that'd been set on her desk and as that stormy gaze of hers darted from word to word, an intense and untamable rage brewed and bubbled within her chest. She'd been left a lone Balianite that eve as the Ruthern children were handed off to their estranged Aunt. Guards holding her in place and the eyes of onlookers bore into her on all sides just last Saint's Day. 

     In the end, she was allowed to fight for her honour. No man would fight for her, and she made that clear. Gwenyth Vilac-Vuiller fought to return home, and home she returned only to be informed of the abuse her mentor's children had endured the moment they were taken out of her sight. 
"Stains on this world... Stains the Stassion are." 

Link to post
Share on other sites

17 minutes ago, oryP said:

The 'Coward' in question stared in disbelief on the matter. "Y recall being eight and her twelve, not to mention it was an arm wrestle vy daft privileged weasle. Check vyr information before vy spout horseshit."

Agnieszka was very confused as to how he responded to her whilst being across aevos..

Link to post
Share on other sites

2 hours ago, HIGH_FIRE said:

The Crown Princess of Balian would gaze upon the missive with a stiff jaw, she had spoken with both Viktoria vas Ruthern and another. The acts that had been committed reviled the woman, "How low can humans fall?" she pondered aloud in the Palatio of Balian, thinking back to the tears of the eleven year old she comforted.


A gray Imp Daal called out as he was skulking not far “PRETTY FAR FAR!” he then scurries off like a cockroach 

Link to post
Share on other sites

 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...