BLOOD OF BURGUNDY!

[Legoboy7984 3155]

The old Duke of Kvasz, Sigmund Ludovar, nods upon reading the missive before stating.

"May Godani bless them with a good and prosperous life."

[valecu 2128]

Alexandra of Dover wandered the fathomless domain of the Aerts, arbitrarily. In the midst of crowds near Alba, merry laughter and cheers made commotion. The great news spread like plague, the dynasty of Burgundy had been established. 

 

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[Mescaffier 6197]

Helena, whilst searching for the damned double-Chancellor of the Church and Burgundy who had stolen her child yet again to parade around (may a thousand year curse strike his bloodline and his fields be barren), she overhead the news on the two children. "GOD bless the Kingdom, GOD bless its children!"

[_RoyalCrafter_ 5285]

The news of the royal sons reached the lands of Silasia, the town crier ran through streets yelling the good news and the farmers raised their ploughs with a cheer. Eventually word reached the Baron. "God bless these two, I should pay visit and offer gifts." Arturas pondered some more. "Perhaps one of them will be interested in learning the art."

[MonteGiant 891]

Pepe Fontesar would look on this missive with a smile of melancholy, He watches as others live in joy and welcome new life while his home is destroyed by the greed of politicians who do not care about those under, for he is a Hyspian and these boys of Borgona would not know of the plights of his homeland. He would strum his guitar, singing his songs of a magical nature, and continue on with his life. "Oh Que Pena..."

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

The Devil in Black reads this missive, and thinking of his own children hurts something in him. And the countless children whose lives were destroyed so that this 'Kingdom' could conquer the continent. It was agonizing. And yet, Estevot thought back to Circe. Her kind words to him, despite the hatred and disdain so many around her showed for him, without even truly knowing him. How she spoke up against the injustice being done to Gaspard, even though they all suspected him to be an enemy. Balian may not be able to be saved; these disgusting tyrants may succeed in conquering all...but their progeny will not have the curse of carrying on their hatred and their evil. He would make sure of that. 

"I swear on my immortal soul, these children will grow into better men than their forefathers, better soldiers, better rulers, and better men of the cloth. Their innocence and purity will be maintained, no matter how much I may have to bleed and suffer in their stead. Let the blood spilled by your fathers' sins not stain your hands, in the name of the Sainted, and the Exalted, and of the Holy Spirit, AMEN."

Estevot Heymor cut his palm and smeared his blood on the cross he once hung from. Old blood and new blood. Those who have died and those who will die. Let them be remembered, and let justice be found for the fallen.

[North 995]

"God bless," says Istvan of Basarab, gratified by the news.

[AndrewTech 3329]

Somewhere, a figure in pink gazed upon a pair of newly lit candles. She smiled as she beheld them, the Flame Maiden's thoughts unknown as the winds which blew through her shrine had seemingly began to change...

[Shadowy 104]

Halrik van Aert smiled the sun's smile

[hopey 364]

"My lady," There soothed a tremor of awe, a fancied parchment held near as she crossed the archway threshold. There was a jovial bounce in each step, enraptured by the lively news. The missive was laid across an ivory vanity, a gold-wrought candelabrum arranged upon its corner to cease the paper's wrinkle. As the servant presented such a splendid announcement, a jitter accompanied her hands, battling their candid entwine before her abdomen. "A day to be rejoiced and sung with mirth. Let us pray for the revered king and his family." A fervent coo came, the weight of history hugging her shoulders. 

 

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[amyselia 2962]

1 hour ago, hopey said:

"My lady," There soothed a tremor of awe, a fancied parchment held near as she crossed the archway threshold. There was a jovial bounce in each step, enraptured by the lively news. The missive was laid across an ivory vanity, a gold-wrought candelabrum arranged upon its corner to cease the paper's wrinkle. As the servant presented such a splendid announcement, a jitter accompanied her hands, battling their candid entwine before her abdomen. "A day to be rejoiced and sung with mirth. Let us pray for the revered king and his family." A fervent coo came, the weight of history hugging her shoulders. 

 

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Lady Rosceline received the tidings with a mirror of Siena's elation and made note to recommend a gift be drafted in celebration of the King and Queen's royal ilk. The next day, the two would set forth on a jaunt to make such an item realized.