LADY TRUTHFUL | Pardon My Absence

[LADY TRUTHFUL 277]

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TRANSCRIPT

 

INTRO

After a long absence, this author steps up to the podium once more to deliver her long awaited gossip. More letters have found their way into my inbox, alongside scandalous insights that are sure to light a spark. Rethel’s own absence from the stage of our gazes has spanned unwanted eyes onto its inhabitants. Many have found the small viscounty as their beloved home, perhaps living there since birth or a refuge from their responsibilities in other places.

Consider it an honor or a beseechment upon your names, this author cares not to dry your tears and comfort you in need. I mean not to slander, but rather feed the curious with savory gossip. The courtiers of this dear Imperium are a part of my most devout audience, but why come to blame the person only responsible for hanging up your dirty laundry? You attempt to keep skeletons in your closets, yet act surprised when someone eventually finds them? Secrets always find their way to me, whether you like it or not, dearest reader. Hide as you might, the shadows are no place to cower when I am among them myself.

 

ABANDONMENT OF BEARS

The nobility of Alba, seemingly a prim and proper bunch, never can stay out of my writing as of late. Since the death of the poor Alexandre Devereux, Ipera Devereux, née Enswerp, has fled from her late husband’s home in Trier on multiple occasions to the Viscounty of Rethel. Although this author admires one’s ability to stay connected with their family after being married off, it seems Ipera has no care on how this affects her children.

Both boys carry important roles within their household, shining examples of the strong long-lasting Devereux legacy, but with no doting mother to aid them along their respective paths. The absence of Ipera leaves the boys in the staff and extended families’ care,  though no familial love can truly replace the embrace of maternal regard. Dearest Ipera either pays too much mind to the voices in her head, or perhaps just ignores the demands of motherhood. Maybe even upset that she never had the chance to become Countess of Trier? This author urges the mind-touched Ipera to do better, at the very least. I tire of these lazy mothers in the Imperium, who throw their children off to a governess the second they waddle out of their cradle.

 

TROUBLE IN PARADISE

My dearest Pontia appears always so confident of herself, but is she truly certain that her betrothed’s affection for her is resolute? Marriages in our Imperium are fickle matters, either bound by undeniable love or a string whose cord is taut, prompting to be torn at any moment. Whispers have reached my ears of a scene witnessed at the altar, and it for certain brings a chortle from my lips.

After saying their vows and becoming officially wed to one another by Father Lothaire, the lovely couple blessed their union with a kiss! A quaint tradition indeed, though the love in the air simmered down to ashes quite quickly afterwards. Pontia’s betrothed, Remus of Valmont, promptly wiped his mouth after sharing the intimate moment with her, in front of all of the attendees! A man of little renown, and a wedding with not much left to the imagination on how dear Remus feels about Pontia, this author feels the need to gasp with disbelief.

Before you wander about spouting nonsense, dearest Pontia, you should first focus on your own household affairs. This author does not take too kindly to lies, especially ones coming from someone who surely has enough on her own plate. Perhaps you shall keep an eye open at night? Not for me, of course, but in the case your husband is slipping out of your chambers to scamper away from you.

 

A LADY’S SERVANT

Rats think themselves the rulers of the shadows, but my mere presence proves them wrong. A certain publication has drawn my attentive gaze, one that mentions this author by name! Addressing me as a scoundrel, a spreader of lies and much more, this supposed author certainly brought sticks to this sword fight. Gentlemen have always been known as scoundrels lurking in the dark, though ladies gone rogue are certainly more frightening.

You call me a slanderer, but  you only continue to assault upon my name? This dearest author of yours has never done such, as I have only ever provided the undeniable truth. My inbox remains empty of letters calling me a fraud—though you make a fool of yourself doing so on a paper of advertisements? A mongrel grasping for the bits of power he can, attempting to live up to my name,  it seems the so-called fraud is apparent to us all now. Gossip comes for free, though it appears listening to the words of a ‘gentleman’ is not.

What does one know of being a gentleman when there are only crooks in your place? I see nothing that makes a proper courtier, only a boy taking a try at wearing a costume. Tread carefully, I’ve placed rat traps in the nearest alley.

OUTRO

The dreary walkways of our Imperium grow quiet. Hopefully, this author’s long-awaited publication awakens those eager to speak and share. Gossip is a flame that never fails to burn, no matter how many try to snuff it out. I stoke the flame with my quill and ink with the rest of Azuras acting as the coal to build it up higher.

With the return of our beloved Valentina, and unfortunately the retreat of sweet Eirene, this author is sure to stir things up once more.
 

 

[EmiliainWonderland 2309]

Rhaenyra, a palace servant balked at the latest edition of Lady Truthful. "Oh, this is. . . vicious."

[Cheese 8882]

A certain Mother within Valwyck chortled at the mention of Ipera being called lazy... the hypocrite Constantina is. "My, well at least we are not the bears being mentioned this time, no?

 

"Though, I do feel for our Princess Pontia..." The Duchess sighed as her gaze cast over her family's lands, rambling off to her poor servants forced to listen. "I can't see why anyone would willingly choose to marry at all... I've many titles, and wife may be my least favorite. Perhaps Her Imperial Highness will find better company elsewhere... maybe in her friends? Or, at they very least, she may be offered their sympathies." A pause followed, before Constantina looked behind her to ask: "...Did Lady Truthful not refer to my own husband as a slob in one of her previous issues?"

 

No one dared answer. They knew it was a rhetorical question.

[Xtessisold222 484]

"Lady Truthful seems only partly Truthful, once we find this culprit, I am suing for false advertisement." The Helane spoke whilst overseeing the drawing of the grand blueprints

[TaraJess 2848]

After a quick skim of the newest missive, Aurelian made quick to fold that missive and rid herself of it, having been dissatisfied with the stories inside.

[cometking123 236]

Rewan parsed through the issue as he looks upon the section noting most unruly feud between publications most genteel.

 

"Mm. I'd hate for Lady and Gentlemen both to be pitted against each other."

 

Edited May 17 by cometking123

[Croangutan 224]

"Ohhoho!" laughed loudly the man behind the Gentleman's Courier. A sense of nervousness began to approach his mind. Was this smart to begin with? But, then again "Recognition..." he bellowed with a sly smirk upon his face. The man then raised his head, turning it to face one of his own writers "To haste my friend, the scoundrel has awoke and I wish to destroy her before she gets to step out of bed."

 

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Edited May 17 by Croangutan