BY THE MAD KING'S WILL

[spicii 1131]

 

 

 

 

 

circa. 1950

 

 

HAIL TO THE CITIZENS OF THE HEARTLANDS

 

Amidst the cracks of impending conflict and the abhorrent sight of bloodshed that threatens to spill from that of innocent men, the triumph of love and devotion emerges as an indomitable force in these troubling times. A regal spectacle is to unfold - the union of de Rouen and Kovachev in which they shall be joined in sacred matrimony. 

 

The solemn ceremony is to happen at Veletz, inside the Cathedral of St. Arpad. Here, all those honoured with invitations to partake will watch the union take place.

 

WE FORMALLY INVITE

and all citizens of said nation

 

HIS GRACE, Gaspard van Aert, Captain-General of the League of Veletz, Duke of Middlelan, First Citizen, Protector of Midlanders, Defender of Dumacracy.

 

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

 

HER EXCELLENCY, the Honourable High Princess, Illyria Ibarellan, The Prophesied, The Reclaimer and Phoenix of the Principality of Celia'nor.

 

 

 

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WEDDING TO BE HELD ON FRIDAY 1ST OF DECEMBER 4PM EST

 

 

                                                                                                                                                   INVICTUS SOL IN AETERNUM

 

 Her Ladyship, Lucia Hervela Ashford de Rouen 

 

 His Lordship, Fyodor Kovachev  

 

[Radzig 747]

Fyodor Kovachev assembles a retinue in light of the upcoming event. One can never be too certain in such turbulent times.

 

 

[poki 389]

Sir Andrik prepares his men for the great occasion, a sense of GRAND anticipation made evident through his actions. "I must say, I am truly excited about attending this wedding!"

[Optimus420 1926]

"I love weddings!" Commented Prince Richard as he was handed the letter whilst in prayer.

[Dannye 5]

LARSEN PUTS ON HIS FINEST SUIT OF ARMOR

[woke 1157]

As the news of his best mate's impending marriage reached the knight's ears, Sir Rupert's stoic expression, etched with the countless battles and hardships they had faced together, softened into a visage of heartfelt warmth. The corners of his weathered lips, usually accustomed to the gravity of the battlefield, curved upward in a rare display of genuine joy. The announcement, like a beacon of happiness, seemed to pierce through the armor that encapsulated The Knight's exterior, revealing the depth of emotion within.

 

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[trainfood 4]

Bertholdt would shed a tear, and the droplets would fall onto the letter held in his hand. "This is going to be beautiful, I can feel it."

[CalvinOP 415]

Edmond slightly offended by the fact that there was no formal invitation to his sister's wedding, rejoices for Lucia. "Finally, I can be rid of you."

[Fenddi 0]

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