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[LADY TRUTHFUL 277]

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INTRO

 Hail dear Readers,

My last publishing did not give you too much of a fright, no? It certainly spawned forth more letters addressed to this author, who just cannot help herself to not indulge in what hearsay her audience conjures up. Clearly, I was not disappointed. Upon opening such, I couldn’t help but chortle to myself. I’m glad the rest of Azuras is aware this author is anything but a lord, but it appears some in the Imperium have forgotten. Alongside such, whispers of a viscount handing over his responsibilities to a beloved companion of his has reached my inbox. My intentions were not to write solely about what I have received as of late, of course, as sudden news has never evaded my ears. With the ailment of my dearest fan, I shall write something for her to read whilst bedridden. You all shall not be disappointed, this author never fails to properly deliver.

 

SHODDY DETECTIVES

The hunt for my identity is always afoot, but it slipped my mind that the Imperials fancy themselves terrible investigators. No matter how many riches stuff their bellies and crowd their halls, common sense seems to lack in the minds of the hopeless. Princess Pontia has recently accused a man by the name of Romund Aldor to be the one and only Lady Truthful, but whatever for? Perhaps she is not reading as close as she may think, but there is a Lady in my name. Lord Truthful does have a ring to it, but nevertheless, dear Pontia is far from correct.

If my eyes and ears are correct, the Aldors certainly have other things to worry about. Rothwin Aldor has found his way into political governance as the Burgher of Alba, alongside fathering the unruly Ithmere Aldor with the help of his wife, Druzila Aldor. His sister, Roswyn Halcourt, née Aldor, has been troubled by the raillery of her in-laws for nigh three decades with no respite in sight! Lest we forget Romund himself, why would the man risk his life with a wife at home and their fussy babe to cradle?

This author will continue to provide no hints of her identity, but I do advise my dear readers, be more precise than our little Pontia. I applaud her for the humorous efforts, but she ‘ought to do more research before making a fool of herself. 

 

REVEL IN RETHEL

A letter I have received seems not to be coming from a worried bystander to such drama, but rather, perhaps someone more intertwined with the matter. It has come to my attention that the Viscount Florian of Rethel has passed on his legislation to a companion of his, not by marriage—but rather in courtship, a woman by the name of Phoebe Mallory. I would not usually care for gossip from the tucked away corners of Azuras, but the question of a noble lineage has always egged this author on.

Why would the Viscount drop everything but his title onto a woman with no ties between them both? The little Viscounty of Rethel has been quiet for some time, now only reappearing in text for the sight of a silly scandal. The sender of this letter left no name for me to discover, but it would be easy to assume that they are closely related to either parties. Regardless so, I do wonder how the future of Rethel will unravel itself in the ongoing years. It only takes a whisper and a piece of parchment to gather the attention of Azuras, does it not?

 

PROPOSING AT FIRST SIGHT

In my previous publishings, mentions of desperate ladies of the Imperium have been a prime topic in my writing. This author had thought only the women drove themselves mad for a match, but it turns out the opposite is also quite true. Having a proper proposal after a period of courtship is the norm, even if sent in a letter, though proposing to a woman on the first meeting is obscene indeed.

Margery of Ves perhaps has finally found her match after all, though not quite how she expected. Approached in the square of Rittersburg, a man asked if she was unwed, and pleaded that she meet his friend, Horace. Not even greeted by the man who is looking to marry, he’d rather send out his comrade to scout for a bride. Though, not too much unlike how Margery initially looked for herself a match, perhaps they are perfect for one another! Whether or not Miss Margery had accepted his offer, it does leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Are these all the options of suitable men for the upcoming season? I’d pray that men capable of honor are amongst the newest generation of Azuras, though time will always tell, dearest readers.

 

OUTRO

My heart bleeds that my most cherished Valentina is bedridden with a terrible illness, I wish for nothing but a fast recovery. Ever the dedicated fan, perhaps she is reading this right now! The Imperials are a part of my favorite patronage, always so eager to engage with their favorite author amongst the Imperium. Don’t fret, dear readers, make an impact as large and I’ll have no choice but to write about you in my next edition.

This author wishes for nothing but truthful gossip, and that includes exposing false accusations.

I plead for nothing but a splendid evening during your wedding, dear Pontia. Perhaps I will be in attendance? Your rat-like senses might finally pick up on my scent.

 

Fare thee well,
Lady Truthful

 

[LoTC's Next Top Model 1626]

Within the Castle Clairmont, an absent-minded Viscount is staring, empty-eyed, at an unimportant bit of space upon the wall. A procrastinative reverie to avoid the mental toil of the mound of paperwork before him- One which is interrupted, when a maid steps in to offer the lad the newest in courtly gossip.

"Oh- A Revelry in Rethel? Such would be a swell idea!" He proclaims, having entirely misunderstood the point of the article from the outset. Once he concludes with the segment focusing on himself, his attention once more returns to the paperwork. "... I might have had Phoebe do this work, the whole time?" He questions to the open air, the maid long since having left.

[Plausifraunz 361]

Nearby a fireplace, someone presents the Margravine Avistra the missive in her recovery. Her face scrunched slightly. What was so wrong with help from a spouse? Sure, perhaps her and Rethel never had the best of history, but she quite liked her nephew. 

"For once, ridiculous," Arya Altwegg rolled her eyes. She'd often read the pamphlets in her boredom. Today was no such exception. "Surely nothing wrong with asking help on an everlooming stack of paperwork. I doubt Phoebe did it all herself."

[0mnip0tent 338]

A pamphlet had been swept into the mailbox of the home belonging to Roswyn and Olivier Halcourt, a mailbox which typically did sit rather empty unless it was a delivery of eggs and feathers, or perhaps a student's work... but this time, it was far more interesting. A horrid gossip, Roswyn had been, all her life... but never a gossip on the topic of her family. It was her family that she never touched the topic of, no matter how terrible of a fight she would get into with Rothwin, no matter what words were exchanged with her 'unruly' niece, family was never something she publicly spoke ill of. Not her blood.

So, upon reading such words spoken of the family she had aided so intensely in her youth, Roswyn fell conflicted. How thankful she was that her youngest of brother's name had been cleared... but what of the price spent to do such? It was not the worst of gossip... but it was still word that could be twisted into unyielding knots.

[NovumChase 235]

On his morning walk to Castle Glasgon, a pamphlet is thrust into the hands of Rothwin Aldor by a scurrying child. Discreetly tucked into his layers of finely woven wool, it is received by the elder Aldor with the wry smile of guaranteed gossip. As the papers are unfolded in his office an hour later, the expression draws into one of sure amusement—and then of a pinch of indignation.

 

“Unruly?”

[Seva 624]

A return missive would be penned and posted without much care.

 

"Allow me to share yet another fundamental truth: I am well aware of who penned this note. To the woman in question, do you truly wish to burn our relations? I expect a letter of apology for this attempt. After all, it is most unlike you to do much of anything in person."

 

"To all others, I welcome you to find fault in two lovers aiding one another in the affairs of their fiefs. You will soon be shaking with revulsion at the entire court."

[m9r9h 48]

The sound of silence in an office within the Celosian Palace, where Romund Aldor sat, was accompanied only by the crackling from the active fireplace.  

“That is about what I expected.” He spoke with an irritated huff. “Although,” the word slipped out as he scanned for a specific word he had read prior in the article. “That is quite the deliberate word choice. I wonder where you learned that from, Lady Truthful.”

Edited April 26 by m9r9h

[Wonderland_Boy 1081]

Edrick Aldor, sitting on a chair in the best office a three-year-old could have, gazed upon the missive before taking out red and blue crayons and using them to draw a crooked version of a butterfly, which he then pinned to the wall

[Suxals 529]

William awoke at the encampment of Sternfell, did his morning routine and then headed for the bonfire, there he was offered a copy of the missive. He rolled his eyes as he read it, then let it fall on top of the flames. "It seems the quality is falling off, how disappointing, for someone claiming not to be an Aldor, she sure did give them publicity."