OUR GOODE DAUGHTER, 2077.

[Koodini 854]

 

 

MADELEINE JANE ALSTION

(@DuhPuhWuh)

 

 

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After each writing of the word “Prince”, a trailing 's' was hastily added. The same, afforded the front of every iteration of the word “he”.

 

hrough God’s own mercy and with great joy, Their Highnesses, the Duke and Duchess of Furnestock do announce unto all the arrival of a second childe within their noble household. Following a prolonged season of barrenness, brought on by the great hardship endured since the delivery of Elizabeth Henrietta, the Duchess of Furnestock hath now been brought to childbed and delivered of a second issue. The childe comes with great expectation, for the succession is now further affirmed.

					Come right on time, the babe is of no great size, weighing little more than a stone. Likewise is she graced with the classical Alstion features, foremost among them the Duke’s own chestnut locks and Horenic gray eyes. As the coming of a second childe hath been so anticipated by the Duke and Duchess of Furnestock, the young princess is assuredly cherished by the Ducal coupling, and hath been received as a most welcome and tender addition to the Furnestock household.   After much deliberation by the Duke and Duchess, that twain hath resolved to have the babe privately baptised. Further hath she been named in due reverence of those Alstions past. The first name conjures the memory of those scions born in the bygone days of greater Johannia. The second name, an ode to those great figures whose contributions hath been paramount to our illustrious Archduchy. Thus is it our hope that she may prove worthy of the stock from which she springs.
The arrival of a second childe to the Duke and Duchess is received as a blessing upon the Archduchy, of which she shall take place in line to the succession thereof. This birth doth serve moreover to affirm the Duchess of Furnestock's proven fecundity, and offers well-founded cause to look forward with hope for more heirs to come.   Issued from the Castle Glasgon,  the First of Owyn’s Flame, Year of St. Julia,  by order of the Duke and Duchess of Furnestock.

 

[mojanghunter 566]

It brought William no such joy to deliver the news of another daughter. The victory atop Mont Collier augured the coming of a son. So promised the physicians and astrologers. So proclaimed the Duke before his father’s court. So was it then, with deep shame, that he now found himself cradling in his arms not that promised heir but instead a fair and healthy girl. Even still, he could not bring himself to muster any wroth toward the babe, for his ire softened at the sight of her.

[Mattiii 1663]

Upon that Throne at Glasgon, the Archduke sat rigid, his grip tightening upon the ebon armrests as a grimace did take form upon his wrinkled countenance. "It doth appear Our prayers have availed Us naught." He spake toward the Duke and Duchess Furnestock, who stood before him bearing such ill news.

[Kabaffahp 566]

Theodora, the beloved aide of the Duchess, swiftly made her way to the castle, settling by her lady's side, focusing on her comfort, ordering the handmaiden to bring a bowl and cloth and a warm meal. "She is glorious, my Lady, and I am sure a son will be graced to you soon," she'd hum as she poured a soothing tea blended by the Lady Matron

[ncarr 2806]

Jane regarded the babe with a familiar disposition - contempt. She, too, bore a trio of daughters before the grace of her son. And so, perhaps the same fate might befall her successor. She hoped it would not, she hoped Diane would give way to a son soon, and her children would grow to succeed their forbearers in totality. For she would not wish the fate of herself upon another - the fate of Margaret, Joan, and Philippa.

[0mnip0tent 338]

After having spent many hours at the side of that inky-haired duchess in her labors, assuring both her and the babe's health, it felt almost as though she had announced a curse upon the young Diane as she gazed upon the newly born girl. It was not unknown to Roswyn, the weight that would be set upon Diane's shoulders once more as this missive spread to the public, and that however much unease settled within the Duchess, the unease of the people would be worse until a boy was born, an heir.

[RingAroundRosey 498]

"My, how beautiful she shall be." The consort of Avar would murmur aloud. She held no worry about the needing of a male heir. For in her heart she knew the male child shall belong to Saint Godwinsburg. But a daughter shall be Diane's.