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[LADY TRUTHFUL 277]

 

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[Frisket 4537]

“This tea is too sweet”

 

The High witch of Idunia says drinking an oversweetened tea mean while reading such TEA from Lady Truthful.

[Mady 3771]

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AS THE MISSIVE found its way to one of the mentioned Moreno ladies, a gasp was let out in shock! CAERINE could hardly believe that someone would dare write so boldly and without shame - especially about those amongst the Imperial Family. From now on, the already anxious Princess would look over her shoulder more often when wandering through the Imperial Capital. For all she knew, anyone could be Lady Truthful. . .
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[celina 145]

Eugenie Aldersberg, nestled in her cozied manor, read the missive with nothing but a blank face. If the servantry were going to waste her time with something of no devotion, she'd rather send them all away to an abbey and do the scrubbing herself. 

"I hope the Archduke is well." Was all she had to offer.

[0mnip0tent 338]

ROSWYN HALCOURT read over the missive rather curiously, brows quirking here and there at mentions of different names and the like, "Ah, Olivier, dear! They've mentioned sweet Noiye!" She bid, before realizing once more what type of paper she was reading. "Oh dear... they've mentioned Noiye..."

[kuerbis 3802]

The Crown Princess sat idly at the breakfast table, sipping on a cup of tea as said paper landed within her hands. She flipped idly through the first two columns, smirking perhaps, at the mention of the brave Dame Noiye, and offering but a mildly concerned frown upon reading of the Archduke's almost-assassination. As her eyes wandered over to the third entry upon the paper, however, Valentiná's mildly amused expression fell. Her features paled a bit, the cup of tea clattering to the ground and breaking into tiny little pieces. "This- this is outrageous! How dare them?! How dare them say such things about me?" She turned towards the Mistress of Robes and her Ladies in Waiting. "Have all of these removed and find me that writer!"@juliaINC@milkyi@Nomine@Phoebe202@Cheese@ydegirl

[juliaINC 592]

17 minutes ago, kuerbis said:

She turned towards the Mistress of Robes and her Ladies in Waiting. "Have all of these removed and find me that writer!"

 

The same moment when, finally, the eyes of the ᴍɪꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʀᴏʙᴇꜱ narrowed down 'pon that unfortunate slip of parchment, a mouthful of chewed up marmalade finger sandwich slid down her throat. "Gulp!" The appearance of this Lady Truthful heralded trouble, and yet still, excited her so. "As you will, Your Highness!"

She departed, a rapid clack of heels tailing her step in the corridors.

[Suxals 529]

"Hilarious, can't wait for more entries" Said William as he read the news with a cup of coffee.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

The notorious handmaid Rosamund did make an attempt to impart that slip of parchment upon the Baroness of Owynsburg as she entered within the stoney walls of Castle Glasgon, intent upon paying her father and princely uncle a usual visit. As soon as her stern gaze beheld the words transcribed upon the very top, she let free a quiet scoff and wafted a palm in fervent dismissal. A scholar of history, it so resembled documents kept and archived from the age of Providence - the city which had spelled the ultimate rise and fall of House Novellen. It was a sour reminder of frivolity, needless mischief, and wanton hubris.

 

"This is not Petrine Oren, madam," The lady bid firmly, as she swept past in search of the Lord Chancellor, "Let it gather among the cinders, lest we all suddenly feel the urge to don wigs."

[Nomine 35]

2 hours ago, kuerbis said:

"This- this is outrageous! How dare them?! How dare them say such things about me?" She turned towards the Mistress of Robes and her Ladies in Waiting. "Have all of these removed and find me that writer!"

 

"Gah-!" A certain scarlet-haired maiden jumped with the clattering of the teacup, before skittering over to clear the debris without much second thought. As she swept, her eyes blinked hard once and then looked over the paper, "Well, that's not very nice-!" That azure gaze flickered to the Crown Princess, then to the paper, then back to the Princess, "I mean- okay, I'll try-! Don't uhm- don't let it bother you too much, Your Highness- Maeryk says that hens will always cluck but you don't really need to pay them any mind-!" Unsure where to really start with tracking down a gossip columnist, the redhead defaulted to scouring the courtyards and square to gather up any of the errant parchments littering the streets to bring some small peace to the Imperial.

[BaconAvengerII 117]

"Oh lass, just a question. Have ye any idea who wrote this by chance?" he spoke, showing her what had been written.

 

Maeryk looks it over, trying her best to translate some of the 'fancier' Common words into her native language, only catching about half of what all was written. Based on that alone, it was enough to make her shoulders tense. Anger. A rare thing for her to feel.

Even more rare was for her to speak in public.

 

"What ... bothers me 'bout this be the same that bothers me 'bout cloak'n'dagger sorts t'begin with. Unless ye mean t'stand by yon words, and do yon business in truth beneath the Light of God ... it be a waste." handing it back to him, and looking genuinely annoyed that the ink and paper had been put to waste, "Nae know, but they be cowardly, whoever."

 

After a moment of silence, she turned her attention back to Urikk.

 

"Speak truth, speak simply, and stand by your word, or be silent. That is the Truth of God."

Edited February 28 by BaconAvengerII

[Cheese 8873]

8 hours ago, kuerbis said:

The Crown Princess sat idly at the breakfast table, sipping on a cup of tea as said paper landed within her hands. She flipped idly through the first two columns, smirking perhaps, at the mention of the brave Dame Noiye, and offering but a mildly concerned frown upon reading of the Archduke's almost-assassination. As her eyes wandered over to the third entry upon the paper, however, Valentiná's mildly amused expression fell. Her features paled a bit, the cup of tea clattering to the ground and breaking into tiny little pieces. "This- this is outrageous! How dare them?! How dare them say such things about me?" She turned towards the Mistress of Robes and her Ladies in Waiting. "Have all of these removed and find me that writer!"@juliaINC@milkyi@Nomine@Phoebe202@Cheese@ydegirl

The Lady Constantina, who was forced to squint to have a chance at reading the entries upon her mobile scroll, had her attention quickly stolen by the outrage of her Princess. Though she had not a chance to finish her own pamphlet, it was tossed away. “The wench knows not what she speaks of, to insult the great House of Horen like this. She will be brought to light, I assure you, and will face the justice of attempting to defame your good name.”

 

The rest of the evening was spent with Constantina’s personal servants combing through Rittersberg and especially Valwyck, collecting any of the articles they might find on the ground or in shops. All the while, Constantina penned letters to several of her confidants—encouraging tips as to who the original author might be. She could only pray that the next column posted would be far in the future, or have little gossip of import to write on.

[Luto 439]

".. oh, it's drab?" Well." Out of all the implications the papers levelled to her, Noiye found most insult to her fashion. She surveys the scandalous masterpiece spread out on the duvet in front of her. "Clutch your schillings for this one."

[ydegirl 2357]

20 hours ago, kuerbis said:

She turned towards the Mistress of Robes and her Ladies in Waiting. "Have all of these removed and find me that writer!"

 

"Yes, your Imperial Highness." Was all that mustered from the young Margery, quickly excusing herself from the table on account of a stomach bug.

 

She locked her house door, eyeing the missive once again. Her finger trailed with the words, looking for any mention of Margery or eyes or soulful glances in the paper. There were none, she exhaled, her chest collapsing. She took off her garments, put on a shift gown, and threw herself onto the one bed. It was awfully quiet in Little Lorraine now. 

[MrMojoMordor 2412]

A short sighted goblin can barely read the small text. To one of the issues in the Rivense's Tavern, he scribbles:
"PLIZ MAKE FONT BIGGUR NEXT TIK!"