L'union du Chêne et du Lion

[harvestskies 362]

 

Of Oak and Lion
 

                                                                           

 

All Residents of Lotharia and The Horde of Many Tribes are invited to bear witness to the wedding of Arowyn Laurelie Whitewood and Ser Theodore Arthur de Lyons! Having known one another since childhood, love has blossomed between the pair despite the trials and tribulations endured by their people.

Following a private courtship, the couple is now ready to embark together on a new path in their lives, knowing well enough that they can rely on one another for any troubles they may face in the future!

Gifts are appreciated, but not required, as this merry event shall only focus on the matrimony of two friends, now becoming life partners!

A painting of Ser Theodore and Arowyn, The soon-to-be Newlyweds.

The Wedding Ceremony
4:00 PM EST

The ceremony commences as the Bride and Groom both approach the altar. Closely following the traditions of their forebears, the couple are to present their vows under the grace of GOD, and unify their future together under his will.


Une célébration au milieu des étoiles

Following the conclusion of the wedding, a party shall be held in the tavern! Guests who are looking to present gifts to the newlyweds are welcome to do so, those who are not are still more than welcome to join in on the revelries!

 

FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING:

Their Serene Highnesses, Lothar and Isidora Basileus, Grand-duke and Grand-Duchess of Lotharia, and their royal pedigree.
Rex Thrall, and the valiant Urukim.

His Grace, Marcel Elio Vuiller, Duke of Aquilae, and his Noble pedigree.

His Grace, Achillius d’Arkent, Duke of Sunholdt and his Noble pedigree.
The Most Honorable, Heinrik  Matyas Var Ruthern, Count of Kositz, and his Noble pedigree.
The Most Honorable, Adriana Rosalind Temesch, Countess of House Temesch et Martiel, and her Noble pedigree.

The Right Honorable, Colette de Lyons, Viscountess of House de Lyons, and her Noble pedigree.
The Honorable, Calliope Tuvia, Baroness of House Tuvia, and her Noble pedigree.

The Honorable, Aurellius Greye, Baron of Erythra, and his Noble Pedigree.

The Honorable, Mikolaj Jazlowiecki, Baron of House Jazlowiecki.
Justus Whitewood and his noble pedigree.
All Residents of Lotharia.
All Residents of The Horde of Many Tribes.
 

PERSONAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING:
Kathryn of Rhen, Queen mother.
Aunty Jo
Aunty Laurey
Leif Elio Whitewood
Miroslaw Jazlowiecki
Patrocleia Tuvia







 

 

Spoiler

DATE & TIME:
Friday, June 20th, 4:00 PM EST.

 

Ser Theodore Arthur De Lyons

Her Ladyship, Arowyn Laurelie Whitewood

 

Edited June 19, 2025 by harvestskies

[Spellblades 749]

Ser Leif Whitewood stops to see a bird arriving with a message on the windowsill, stopping his research and reading over the missive, a smile appearing over his face, a rare sight these past few months. "I suppose I should visit her, it's been quite a while." Going to pick out some formal attire for the event.

[cadazio 2105]

An elder pharisee receives word far too late, but just early enough. The yellow of his robe, the hue of the Horizon, presses down upon his wisened, scraggly form like a celestial thumb of a hand hunching his back forwards in exhaustion. Wistful eyes sag with dark circles, downturned to the stacks of paper on his office desk.

 

Despite himself, there were no tears nor seething groans, but only a drift of nostalgia. Nimble arms fold around his midsection as he sees the island of his home, the eagles' nest, and the faces of Emilija and his sisters and his brothers and his father. They all judge in their particular ways, some not at all. Time had marred their expressions beyond recognition.

 

He could only trust himself to remember his eldest. He saw that face on every birch tree, on clean marble tiles, on elaborate flower crowns. Even if they wouldn't allow him presence and jubilation, he did, and privately celebrated her nuptials. At least his father couldn't deny him that.

 

He dares to stretch his gangly bones from his seat and head south to the markets, a skip in his step. He'd send a gift.

[Monty Cobra 921]

Aurus Greye grinned wolfishly as he held the missive, recalling the letters exchanged between himself and Theo, the build-up to this cherished occasion. "Theo, you charmer... about time!"

[WhimsicalOwl 268]

Lenora de Senna hears of the missive late into the night, tired and wary as she returns to the Hill from an increasingly long day.

 

It comes to no shock whom her older sister was marrying. No shock at all.

 

Why wasn't she invited? What had she done this time?

 

"Hrmph," is all she can get out before a series of laughs, born of an already stressed mind, escape her. "Oh I should have known, shouldn't have I?"

 

She tosses the missive aside, a deep frown upon her face as she rubs her face in exhaustion.

 

"GOD bless you, Arowyn."