THE IMPERIAL WEDDING OF 647

[kuerbis 3802]

 

Issued and averred by the office of the

IMPERIAL CROWN

 

Penned by Valentiná of Asturias

 

✠ HEED, LEAL SONS OF HOREN;

 

With the dwarven and orcish heathens defeated, times of war have now passed. The people of the Empire look towards a new era, an era marked by continental unity and peace. 

 

To honor this newfound era and the strength of the Empire of Azuras, We, the Imperial Courts call upon His Majesty’s beloved subjects to gather in celebration of the holy nuptials of Her Imperial Highness, Livia Caesonia Horen and her betrothed, His Highness, Súrion Arthalion.

 

Be of good spirit, people of the Empire, and please speak a prayer to wish their Highnesses a long life, full of strength, loyalty and well-deserved kinship.

 

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The Month of Godfrey’s Triumph | Friday, March 27th

The Nuptials | at 5:30 pm EST
As is custom for Imperial Marriages, the holy nuptials of the princely couple are to be held within the halls of the Imperial Throne  room, whereupon Princess Livia and Prince Súrion shall be joined in matrimony by a priest chosen by his Holiness, Caius II. 

The Concluding Ball | at 6 pm EST
Following the nuptials, there shall be a celebratory ball held in the freshly renovated palatial halls. All subjects of the Empire of Azuras as well as their honorable allies are invited to partake, as long as they don their best garments in honor of the newlywed couple. 

 

AVE IMPERIUM!

 

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H V M A N I T A S    I N V I C T A

“Für Gott und Kaiser,”

 

HER IMPERIAL HIGHNESS, Valentiná Renata of Asturias, Crown Princess of the Empire,
Queen-Consort of Burgundy, Lady Chamberlain, Duchess-Consort of Grense,
Baroness of Montero and Lady of Asturias.

DOMINVS VOLVIT, SIC FACTVM EST

[hopey 364]

“Oh how resplendent." 

Livia Caesonia fashioned her hands at her front, pearl-adorned sleeve cuffs enfolding across her barren wrists of gauntly-stature. Her eyes besmirched her reflection, immersing in the finely folds of silks hand-sewn by the charming Clementine of Dover. Beyond her shoulder, a friend of merit loomed with supine hands; fixing the ebb of her pious veil that shrouded her tresses of chestnut.

“What have you say,  Valentina?“

 

@kuerbis@Lalosia

[Xtessisold222 484]

"This suron sounds like an elf."

[kuerbis 3802]

4 minutes ago, hopey said:

 

“Oh how resplendent." 

Livia Caesonia fashioned her hands at her front, pearl-adorned sleeve cuffs enfolding across her barren wrists of gauntly-stature. Her eyes besmirched her reflection, immersing in the finely folds of silks hand-sewn by the charming Clementine of Dover. Beyond her shoulder, a friend of merit loomed with supine hands; fixing the ebb of her pious veil that shrouded her tresses of chestnut.

“What have you say,  Valentina?“

 

@kuerbis@Lalosia

That Asturian crouched down to adjust the ivory hem of Princess Livia's skirt. As she slowly rose once more and gazed upon the solemn grace that Imperial reflected in the mirror, a smile grew upon her countenance. A gentle hand moved to puff out the top of the young woman's sleeve. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before lifting that same hand to upturn the Princess's chin towards the mirror. 

"A rare beauty, as never seen before, Livia."

[zuziee 4004]

Circe Mareno's lightless gaze read the news, an uncertainty knotting at the bottom of her guts. She recalled how she had stood frozen as a steer as the Emperor choked his firstborn daughter, scrutinizing her for being as... heartless as him? As cold as him? Her lips puckered, ever curious about how it had all settled.

 

"Flowers must be sent..." she'd tell her daughter, Eirene. Then she remembered, muttering under her breath, "too much like him..."

@sarahbarah

[sarahbarah 7105]

 

10 minutes ago, zuziee said:

Circe Mareno's lightless gaze read the news, an uncertainty knotting at the bottom of her guts. She recalled how she had stood frozen as a steer as the Emperor choked his firstborn daughter, scrutinizing her for being as... heartless as him? As cold as him? Her lips puckered, ever curious about how it had all settled.

 

"Flowers must be sent..." she'd tell her daughter, Eirene. Then she remembered, muttering under her breath, "too much like him..."

@sarahbarah

 

Eirene heeded the words of her mother, the Princess Myrine, and turned to arrange a bouquet for the royal couple with haste. She knew not what her mother muttered beneath her breath, delicately plucking peonies from the nearby flowerbed.

 

"Do you reckon Princess Livia is fond of peonies?"