MY DARLING SAVOYARD BRIDE | By Rowena af Caesterwick

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There once was a bard quite spry, who saw a fierce duel draw nigh.

Midst the clang and the clash, she composed in a flash,

A song about dueling awry!

 

 

 

Hark, ye goodly subjects of the Adrian Duma, lend thine ears to a tale of noble strife and verbal tempest! In the midst of the grand assembly, a tumultuous altercation unfurled betwixt the crude crow’s soldier Nikolai Vladov and the fair Lady Lucia Kovachev. 

 

Words, like fiery arrows, flew with heedless abandon! Lady Lucia insulted the dignity of Brelus’ defiance, citing the victory of her Savoyard ancestors over the Adrians! Thus, her dignity found itself ensnared in the venomous web of Nikolai's insults. The gallant lords and ladies, in shock and dismay, beheld a challenge declared, and a duel thus summoned forthwith to settle this affront.

 

As the fists clashed and blood splattered, a minstrel, in the spirit of jest, struck up a merry tune to accompany the skirmish of ancient feud. Lo and behold, a song so silly and sprightly, it echoed through the halls of Adrian Duma, softening the blows and turning the duel into a dance of folly.

 

The minstrel sang of squabbles absurd, insults preposterous, and a duel so comical it could be but the jesters' mirth. The lords and ladies, torn between laughter and awe, marveled at the whimsy of the song, as the duel twirled in an intricate dance of jabs and jests.

 

 

One eve in the court of Adria, ‘neath an inky sky,

Lady Lucia and Crow Nikolai locked horns ‘n cried high.

There they did battle, the ladies wit sharp and precise,

The old Raev’s retort, her honor insulted, sly and concise.

 

Champions clashed, insults were flung,

Over ancestral ties, their fight had begun.

 

Lady Lucia's champions, fierce, leal and true,

In her honor they defended, fire they would walk through.

Swords unsheathed, demands received, the duel did ensue.

 

The old Raev did his very best, with strength and valor - well, he tried.

Yet her champions, leal and true they were, frightening bravery was shown with pride.

Alas, dear old Raev, he was the first to fall, to the floor he laid and cried..

 

And strong Lord Kovachev, god he blessed,

For his darling Savoyard bride!
 

SIGNED,

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Lucia Herleva de Rouen tapped her fingers to the tune!

 

 

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The Duke of Adria was not keen on the Savoyard's interruption- certainly that it was the Baron of Rychwald's wife. He wondered if she saw herself as a de Rouen lady or a Kovachev bride first. But such scandal would not leave his lips, instead the good duke hummed along to the jolly tune wrung by Rowena of Caesterwick. "A true Adrian bard, niet doubt. Let this song join the ranks of those traditional tunes sung at dumas past- and let it be heard in dumas to come! For this wonderful lady has captured the very spirit of the duma, singing this song on the spot! Lyrics spurred by the energy within the air." He beamed with pride at the day's events, and cried out, "Godani, bless Rowena!"

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Lord Kovachev scanned over the tune, the finger-tapping of his wife audible nearby. He'd think for a moment. 
If things were already getting this heated, imagine what will happen at the Dumageddon...

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Spoiler

Will the real Slim Savoyard please stand up?

 

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Lady Marusya hums the tune to herself throughout the days following the Duma.