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THE LION’S UNION


 

 

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Issued by

The Weiss Household

ON THIS 16TH DAY OF Jula AG Piov OF 515 E.S. 

 

 

 


 

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A depiction of Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss and Christopher Fabian Galbraith.

 


Trials and tribulations pocket throughout anyone’s life, proven so with those born into the ongoing war. Strife, it bled and bleeds still throughout the cobbled pathways and alleyways of the couple's respective nations - and yet, amongst it all, they found each other.

A simple greeting in the tavern turned a stolen day at Lotusgrad, the duo having rowed across the finish line through crystal blue waters. Their laughter rung free, and they grew closer, finding comfort in each other's company.

From laughter brewed camaraderie, and the trials of war became trials of courtship.

It was hard, difficult, but when was anything anyone ever wanted in life easy?

Challenge offered and challenge met.

It is with this, that the Weiss household announces their heiress

Lady Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss

impending nuptials to the

Lord Christopher Fabian Galbraith

The wedding will take place within the Edvardian Basilica within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, to be followed by drinks within the tavern.

[Feb 3rd, directly after Haense court]

 


Formal Invitations are Sent to:

His Holiness, Sixtus VI

His Royal Majesty, King Aleksandr II of Haense and his pedigree

Her Grace, Roslin Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck and her pedigree

His Grace, Viktor var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his pedigree

His Grace, Alfred Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his pedigree

The Most Honourable, Otto Ludovar, Margrave of Kvasz and his pedigree

The Right Honourable, Cassian Colborn, Count of Malkovya and his pedigree

 The Honourable, Walter Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain and his pedigree

 His Lordship, Henrik Amador, Viscount of Zvezlund and his pedigree

His Lordship, Anatoliy Godunov, Baron of Verskaya and his pedigree

 Her Ladyship, Katrin Stafyr, Baroness of Thurant and her pedigree

 Her Ladyship, Irena Kortrevich, Baroness of Koravia and her pedigree

 His Lordship and Her Ladyship, Mikhail and Rosalind Valkonen, Baron and Baroness of Szargrad and their pedigree

His Lordship, Fyodor Kovachev, Baron of Kovgrad and his pedigree

 

Her Royal Majesty, Queen Sibyl I of Balian and her pedigree

The Right Honorable, Count of Aquiliae, Johan Vuiller and his pedigree

The Right Honorable, Count of Salia, Gabriel d'Arkent and his pedigree

The Right Honorable, Count of Marsana, Demetrius var Ruthern and his pedigree 

The Most Honorable, Viscount of Tuvia, Ephrem Kervallen and his pedigree

 The Honourable, Marq-Barón of Montcoure, Dante DeNurem and his pedigree 

 The Honorable, Baron of Cascanova, John Galbraith and his pedigree 

The Honorable, Baron of Enderoca, Robert de Lyons and his pedigree 

 The Honorable, Baron of Valio, Casimir Vilac and his pedigree

 

Lord Emilio Varoche

Lady Arianna Denodado

Lady Viviana Vilac

Sir Milonir of Whitehall

Firr Maxwell

Firress Arcadia Ramnesius

Firr Nikandir

Firress Deia

Firr Grayson Marshall

 

 


Signed,

Her Ladyship, Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss, Heiress to the Viscounty of Novkursain

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His Lordship, Christopher Fabian Galbraith

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John, in the midst of an investigation, recieved his son's invitation  -- and tucked it away with a smile. "They grow up so fast ... also, where's the dowry!?"

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"All it took was losing an eye . . ."

The young Galbraith joked while letting out a small chuckle, looking at herself in the mirror while she combed her hair alone. Bags packed and filled with winter garments would be scattered across the room. Other types of garments would be seen on the floor, those for more hotter climates being left behind. Jewels of the arms and head being laid on her bed. All of this while the cool breeze flowed into her messy room while she sat in front of a vanity.

 

"Though, you cannot leave me that quickly. Here I come to your wedding and a new land!"

Anna Cassiopeia stated, letting out another small chuckle under her breath while she looked around her childhood bedroom one last time. Opening the door and ordering the Galbraith servantry to pack her bags within a carriage. The young Balianese noblewoman then walked out of her room and down the stairs, taking a look at all the family portraits, the unity and warmth once found in her home. Anna then finally entered the gardens, taking a deep breath as she'd close her eyes. A singular tear falling down her cheek as she reminisced. Opening her eyes to look at the rising sun, her lips opening as she'd begin to gently speak. 

"Here I come, to new adventures! I am so proud of you Chris, my older brother."

 

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The groom's little sister, Maeve, heard the news sometime after it was released and gasped. "Who would ever be crazy enough to marry Chris? Is she well?" Though all said in jest, Chris' little sister was happy for him.

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Upon receiving word of the wedding and seeing his name upon the invitation Grayson Marshall immediately leaves his quarters to begin assisting with preparations for the wedding, hoping to ensure everything is perfect for his good friend and employer.

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Holy Ser Robert Maxwell would be walking the grounds of the Holy See, Holding the missive in hand. As he strode through the garden a smile could be seen cracking 
"Congratulations Chris, Your dedication paid off." 
The Holy Knight would mutter as he kept walking along, In the warmth of the sun. 
Robert would stop gazing out over the water looking upon the capital city of Whitespire

 "GOD bless you two, I know GOD will rejoice this union."

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