The Lamb and The Wolf

[Frawlic 1602]

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ISSUED BY THE COUNTY OF JEROVITZ

c. 568 E.S.

 

 

 

“Vy must both dance, this evening,” Milena bid then. Though it was not necessarily an order, it was a firm request.

 

Dima Kovachev did not bother dipping her chin in greeting, reviewing her aunt with sunken, tired eyes. “That is up to the Lord Kortrevich.” Her sullen gaze herded elsewhere, almost like she was dismissive of the obvious setup.

 

Andrei blinked, and his eyes silently drew to Dima in order to calculate her response. He attempted to side-step any awkwardness, “Ea would dance with vy - if vy would have it, Lady Kovachev.”

 

“Da, we might dance. Though ea do apologize if ea step on vyr toes…” She inched one step closer to the Kortrevich, voice lowering some, and she whispered something never dared to be spoken beneath a breath.

 

“Yam niet a dobry dancer, either.” - He assured her with a nod, through a similarly lowered tone. Andrei’s gaze herded to the center of the hall where Teodora spoke. “Only if vy wish to dance, we will.”

 

The Kovachev’s arms hugged her dress closer to an almost skeletal frame before eyeing upwards to Andrei. Her lips drew to a thin line before she nodded, and spoke. “Ea would like that.”

 

“Dobry.” A smile curled to his lips, encouraged to some extent by the laxity of their words. “Ea wonder if mea sestras will dance..”

 

Dima’s gaze sorted through the crowd before she found herself finding Andrei once more. “They would be fools niet to…”

 

“Andrei,” Erika Kortrevich whisper-hissed across to him. Pointedly nodding towards the dance floor and looking at the back of Dima's head.

 

“Let's go Dri, let's go Dri!” Primrose Kortrevich urged out with a bubbly tone.

 

“Perhaps..” He replied simply, attention drawn to his sisters - to which a short glare was offered in reply to Erika and Primrose’s murmurs.

 

A slender hand slipped into the Kortrevich’s, swiftly making it to the dance floor before allowing him to adjust their stances, unsure which dance he wished to partake in.

 

The two of them found the placement of their hands, a simple waltz, and exchanged useless whispers of older adolescents. They stepped on one another's toes, bleating and howling with laughter at their failures and entertainment. The Kovachev was spun at the Kortrevich's leisure, even when the music had stopped, until the announcement of success splintered through the chatter of the crowd. And then they departed from one another, without a word.

 

 

“DIMA!”

 

Dima stopped where she resided, not exactly shouting back as Andrei tailed after. She adjusted her polearm, the weapon of choice towering over her. 

 

“Ea was going to pen vy a letter - but since vyr still around.” He panted, hunching over onto his knees. “Szam, for niet speaking with vy much after the dance.” - “And spasiba for that..” 

 

The Kovachev blinked a few times, not expecting him to have run after her, though found herself hesitant to extend an arm to help him up. Instead, she held a waterskin out towards him. “It is ordak, it was just a dance…” - “Eam glad vy enjoyed it though….” 

 

“Yam being courteous,” He offered in reply, tone drawn to a sense of blunt neutrality. He leaned back up, eyes leveling to the Kovachev “We won, afterall.” - “Ea shall let vy get back to whatever vy were doing, yam retiring for the night.” 

 

She lowered the waterskin, lips drawn to a thin line once more at his words. She bit firmly at her cheek, observing the graveled path before she spoke again. “It was just a dance… da?” 

 

Andrei’s eyes slowly drew to a squint. His eyes spun, and landed on the walls of Valdev. “.. What do vy mean?” His voice softened some in reply. 

 

“Was it just a dance…?” The page set both hands on her polearm, leaning into it slightly. A boot mindlessly dragged on the ground in front of her. Her teeth pressed together, like she might say something else, though nothing came. 

 

“.. Maybe.” Andrei sputtered - it wasn't often that he was confronted, and even less brought to stammer. “Ea don't know,- especially niet about what vyr saying.” 

 

“Ea….”  Dima shook her head, murmuring something to herself. “Never mind, eam szam, ea shouldn't have asked.” - “Ea have to go look for Louna…”

 

“Nie- Dima.” He took a few steps forward - lurching out a hand which idly wavered in the air for only a few seconds until she turned. “It was niet- it was niet.” Andrei professed, “Do niet storm off, Dima.” - “It was niet just a dance, niet for me.” 

 

The Kovachev grimaced at her name, shoulders falling along with her head. It took her a moment to turn back to Andrei, frowning slightly. She was at a loss for words, that much was clear as she just stood there. 

 

The Kortrevich’s arm fell limp. He stared in silence - eye only occasionally twitching in the face of his nervousness, and a minute slither of embarrassment. Andrei drew a shaky sigh as the extent of the situation dawned on him. “Szam, Dima.” - “Vy didn't want this for vyr evening.” He muttered. 

 

“What does that mean, Andrei.” Misty eyes, her mother’s, rapidly observed his expression, her own face flushing as her eyelids just barely lulled open. “Vy…” - “Don't leave.” She gritted her teeth, shoulders shaking. 

 

“Vy know what it means.” - “Yam on the stand here-” He clashed, and she could notice his discomposure with nothing more than a simple glance his way. “-This is humiliating. To say all this.” 

 

There came some hope, on that worn expression of hers. Though, it slid away at the word, humiliating. She turned her head then, mass shifting somewhat after, conflicting prior words in the speech to come. “Eam szam…” - “Vy can go.” 

 

For every chance Andrei received to walk away - he seemed to refuse it. He sucked in a breath. “Nie. If vy want to hear it, fine.” - “Vy were beautiful - and vyr aedymamej may be a hard-ass but yam happy she had us dance together.”

 

Dima Kovachev stood there, in silence for a long, uncomfortably stretched moment. A foot pressed forward before that polearm of hers thumped on the ground, and she turned swiftly on her boots. Her steps came to a stop, a respectable distance from Andrei as she stared. “Vy have to promise…” Breathing, her own, mocked the pity in his as she looked to the ground. “That vy won't leave… Please.” 

 

A silence wafted in the air between the two, with Andrei wide-eyed. “.. Ea won't- ea promise, Dima.” - “Ea will never leave.” But words were quickly offered in reply. His visage softened - and a deep, stupid smile managed to settle itself on his lips. 

 

The fragility of the situation was now clear, and while Andrei smiled, Dima cried. Despite the armor that weighed on her appearance, she brought gloved hands to her face. And although tears streamed, it was clear that she was far from upset. 

 

Andrei Kortrevich's gaze weakened, as she broke into tears.. He seemingly hadn't a clue of what to do - his hands stretched outwards, and wrapped around her shoulders. Eventually, Andrei stepped forth and simply committed to embracing Dima. 

 

She dropped her forehead to Andrei's shoulders, a muffled laugh and sniffle behind her gloves which shielded her face. It took her a moment, to collect herself, before she drew back. “Szam… szam. Eam just… every time ea thought someone was supposed to love me… they left. Ea was scared… to say… to do anything.” 

 

“Ea understand.” He let out a very relieved sigh - wiping at his forehead with a gloved hand. “..Do niet worry about me. Never worry with me.”

 

Approaching steps interrupted their conversation, a human kind, which would disrupt any creature from its peace. The pair were found amidst their stammering and shock. A single inquiry came the Kovachev’s way, but that proved easy enough to halt them. The pair reeled from one another, and glances in kind were given to the interruption. Another followed, and the pair gave hasty goodbyes, with nothing more than a newfound kindling in their longing departure.

 

 

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Narrative above is through in-game interaction, please do not metagame any of this information!

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It is with utmost pleasure that invitations are finally extended to friends and peers of the realm to celebrate the union of  His Excellency, Andrei Otto Kortrevich, Heir Apparent of Jerovitz, and Lady Dima Aina Milena of Kovgrad. The Knight Paramount and Knight aspirant wish to welcome those dearest to witness an addition of oaths to their roster as they join hands in holy matrimony within the Basilica of St. Joren and the Broken Chains.

After the exchange of vows following Jorenic Rites is concluded, the two request bouts of boxing to occur within the Brotherhood of Saint Karl’s barracks to mirror their many battles to come.

 

 

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His Royal Majesty, KARL IV, King of Hanseti-Ruska, and his royal pedigree @CheekyNolan

His Grace, DMITRY VAR RUTHERN, Duke of Vidaus, and his noble pedigree @Masouri

His Grace, SIGISMUND LUDOVAR, Duke of Kvasz, and his noble pedigree @Legoboy7984

The Most Honorable, DAVYD COLBORN, Margrave of Kazan, and his noble pedigree @JuliusAakerlund

Their Right Honorable, ERIK & EMMA KORTREVICH, Counts of Jerovitz, and their noble pedigree. @erictafoya @sarahbarah

The Right Honorable, DUNCAN BARUCH, Count of Ayr, and his noble pedigree @Pureimp10

The Honorable, KARL WEISS, Viscount of Novkursain, and his noble pedigree @CasChaos

The Honorable, NERIDA AMADOR, Viscountess of Zvezlund, and her noble pedigree @Melpomenne

The Honorable, SIFRÁ KORVACZ, Viscountess of Koppány, and her noble pedigree @Frawlic

His Lordship, VARON KOVACHEV, Baron of Kovgrad, and his noble pedigree @Herod

Her Lordship, ADELINA VAN LEUVEN, Baroness of Furentaliz, and her noble pedigree @Dramatude

The Noble, ILYA IVANOVICH, Patriarch of the House of Ivanovich, and his noble pedigree @North

The Noble, EVELINA VALKONEN, Matriarch of the House of Valkonen, and her noble pedigree @Emm

 

PERSONAL INVITATIONS ARE EXTENDED TO
His Royal Highness, Rodimar, Prince in Reinmar, and his royal pedigree @Timer

Her Royal Highness, Milena Anastasya of Galahar @MunaZaldrizoti

His Highness, Aleksandr Leopold of Galahar @ContestedSnow

His Highness, Sigmar Lorik of Galahar @Halt

His Excellency, Tomasz van ve Karoswald @garentoft

His Lordship, Ser Joakim Colborn @Seuss

Her Ladyship, Mikhaila Colborn @krispeechips

His Lordship, Reinhard Weiss @Frostdrop1
His Lordship, Anaksandr Amador @Koodini

Her Ladyship, Louna van Leuven @RingAroundRosey

His Lordship, Sir Clemens von Theonus @Deets

Household of Ruthern-Leuven @Terry @pomegrad

Firress Daisy @Irene

Firr Matteo @Melweaver

Firr Johann @thirdyeeter

Firr Dragomir @M1919

Firress Annika @KillerMaid

Firr “A” @Demavend

 

 

 

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HIS EXCELLENCY, ANDREI OTTO KORTREVICH

Knight Paramount of Hanseti-Ruska, Lord-Captain of the Bykursain, Heir Apparent of Jerovitz

 

HER LADYSHIP, DIMA AINA MILENA KOVACHEV

 Lady of Kovgrad, Squire of the Marian Retinue

 

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February the 15th @5 PM EST

Basilica of St. Joren and the Broken Chains
Haense, Valdev

 

[Herod 1417]

The Reclusive Baron of Kovgrad prepared himself to be less than a usual dour mood for the special occasion.

[LuxyLucy 691]

The bubbly Primrose would let out a delighted squeal upon the announcement of the wedding. "Let's go Drima! Let's go Drima!" She'd exclaim excitedly with use of the tokened nickname of the two to be wed.

[RingAroundRosey 498]

Louna would give a little spin and a squeal upon seeing the news. Rushing off to gossip to her friends about what the festivities could be like!

 

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LOUNA MENTIONNNNN :3

 

[Frostdrop1 1843]

The devil thumbed the personal invite, turning it incessantly between two pale, clawed fingers. How glad he was she found someone else after all this time. She needed it.

 

But she barely looked at him anymore.

 

He thought of that night in the tent, how she begged and cried for him not to go, and how he promised he wasn't going anywhere. It didn't cross his mind, but she had struck out the possibility of romance between them. Perhaps it was for the best, but there were days he wondered why she brought it up. Regardless, he promised. Easily did he give himself chains, a hopeless sap for those needing, wanting. He felt pain, and he tried to ease the burden of others.

 

How heavy they hung, now. How dreadful, and fearful they made him. A thousand chain, with a thousand links. As positive as it was, this was yet another. The invites was folded, and a fruity cigarette was instead lofted to the devil's lips. For a little while, he could forget the plague in his mind. 

 

And he wished her well.

 

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[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Princess Milena had been preparing for this occasion some half a decade now, perhaps longer.

 

It had always pained her how stubborn this younger generation of Haeseni could be, in regards to who truly suited them and the true intention of her meddling. So many had seen it as  ill-intentioned plotting, to further some unspoken and ambitious agenda. But the truth of the matter was that she loved them - these children who had looked to her as a figure of stability amidst the chaos of their upbringing. Dima had been one of those children.

 

In the end, she was proud. Proud of this union and proud of them. She knew it was a love forged in true fire, wrought into a stronger steel.

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

Amou cries silently, as he was not invited...

[erictafoya 3276]

A father wandered aimlessly in his little garden that was ever so tranquil. Within the field of varied flora, his eyes locked on to a red rose. Then, came a smile from the man as his gaze shifted to the warm cloudy skies. Love was present. But more than love, perseverance and maturity had been the main themes of their tale. Beyond all odds, the 'Drima' had finally been achieved. At long last, he would see his legacy continue on.

 

The legacy that he and his kin had fought to preserve through nearly forty years. He was old, that was for certain. But despite his age this new era of his family ignited a flame of youthful vigor and ambition. Besides, how fortunate it is for a father to experience the matrimony of his pride and joy. His children.