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THE UNITING OF HOUSES

 

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Tristand Dresnay & Eleanore de Falstaff, SA 158

 

 


 

 

In the tranquil embrace of Stassion's expansive gardens, where the fragrant blooms whispered secrets in the gentle breeze, a clandestine union unfolded. Tristand Dresnay, found himself under the scrutiny of Henri Frederik, his dearest friend and brother in arms. 

 

The hushed whispers of anticipation mingled with the soft rustling of leaves as Tristand stood before Henri, seeking his blessing for a union that was as unexpected. Eleanore, Henri's cherished sister, adorned in an elegant gown that swirled around her, stood beside Tristand. Her features radiated a mix of emotions, joy, apprehension, and an unspoken adoration for the man who stood by her side.

 

 With a subtle nod from Henri, the arrangement was sealed. And thus was their union sanctioned by the benevolence of the House de Falstaff beneath the watchful gaze of GOD, as Tristand and Eleanore embarked on a path paved with the weight of their affections and noble responsibilities.

 

 


 

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The Mother of Tristand, Marie Capucine smiled at the missive. Rocking back and fourth in her rocking chair which rested inside her office. As she had recently retired from Grand Lady, she was now on a long well needed break enjoying herself. "My Dearest Son Tristand, I hope you will do well- No I know you will do well. You are my son after all." She said happily, as she pinned the missive to her board with a collective of photos of her children from when they were infants. "You've grown so much.. Without your Father, you have grown to become a great young man." She coughed into her handkerchief, a bit of blood splattering onto it. The woman folded it up and placed it into a small pouch hurrying off..

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