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“By Right of Flame”

 

A letter is published throughout the Dual-Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. . .

 

The Household of Kovachev wishes to announce the successful birthing of the Heir of Kovgrad.  In the earlier days of Msitza ag Dagrund of 541 E.S. Varon Kovachev was delivered into the world after a long night of labor of the Bossiras.  Both the mother and son remain in good health.

 

Young Varon has been blessed with a fair head of hair, and pale eyes to match his parents.  He shall be treated to lessons in sophistication and culture of the Kingdom and House, and trained in the ways of sword and bow as he matures.

 

@Herod

 

Her Ladyship,

Lady Rezalisa Kovachev, Baroness of Kovgrad

 

His Lordship,

Prince Andrey Kovachev, Baron-Consort of Kovgrad

 

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Varon hates being outside already

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Milena's visage pinched into a familiar scowl. "By Godan...how did she conceal her pregnancy from me?!" Of course, inside, she was delighted.

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Father Willem recognized the name. Something nags at him, telling him he ought to pay this family a visit.

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Deia stares at the missive for an indeterminable amount of time, eyes wide as saucers. Somewhere by the third or fourth minute, she presses a palm over her giddy smile, and then- like a dam has broken- she lets out a cheer of pure delight. "Varon! Oh, what a precious name."

 

The letter is very carefully folded up and taken home, a keepsake for decades to come.

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Sigmund Ludovar sat in his chambers as he dipped his head with a smile on his face as he read it before reading the signatures. "What?.." he'd pause for a moment double checking. "Why is the bastard of the late Koeng Ivan calling himself Prince. He wears a circlet which already breaks law and now this? This is a great sign of disrespect. Hopefully the Koeng takes action in this matter before I have to send a letter to the Royal Duma. Reinforming our laws regarding crowns, circlets, and tiaras."

OOC:
Can't meta game this, just my personal reply reading the letter.

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13 minutes ago, Legoboy7984 said:

Sigmund Ludovar sat in his chambers as he dipped his head with a smile on his face as he read it before reading the signatures. "What?.." he'd pause for a moment double checking. "Why is the bastard of the late Koeng Ivan calling himself Prince. He wears a circlet which already breaks law and now this? This is a great sign of disrespect. Hopefully the Koeng takes action in this matter before I have to send a letter to the Royal Duma. Reinforming our laws regarding crowns, circlets, and tiaras."

OOC:
Can't meta game this, just my personal reply reading the letter.

 

Lanre Cerusil is hidden within Sigmund Ludovar's room with simple illusion magic as he replies verbally to this letter out loud, easily hearing and metagaming his thoughts on the matter. He quickly mobilizes various letters in order to inform the relevant parties about the man's doubts and inclinations, so as to actively foil any related plans he has. Satisfied with his act of disruption, he returns home to his lair.

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4 hours ago, UnBaed said:

The Household of Kovachev wishes to announce the successful birthing of the Heir of Kovgrad.  In the earlier days of Msitza ag Dagrund of 541 E.S. Varon Kovachev was delivered into the world after a long night of labor of the Bossiras.

Hogo Bojo, Renowned Chef frowns at the missive, disappointed by the choice of name.

 

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I fixed it bruh... Actually scammed. 👀

 

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Marus Weiss peered to the missive with little surprise to his features, a faint smile cresting his lips at the public announcement. His gaze tipped to the unfamiliar fireplace, which was steadily beoming more familiar, before tipping to the stairwell thoughtfully. The so-called continual complainant, pale-haired infant he had so met earlier filled him with a pride and honour to be graced with his presence before many others.

And he was resolved to see that the boy grew well, just like his mother.

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