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MC Name: lalosia Discord: lalosia Image: Description of Image: Art of my character! Dimensions: 2 wide, 2 high!

MC Name: lalosia Discord: lalosia Image: Description of Image: A portrait of a princess and baroness. Dimensions: 2 wide, 1 high!

✦ QUETI TEMPUS ✦ OF HOLLY & HEARTH ISSUED BY THE ON THE date 12TH OF HOREN’S CALLING, 141 B.A. ˳˙⋆ ──────────────────────༺⠀✧⠀༻────────────────────── ⋆˙˳ THE HOUSE OF ARKENT thrills at the prospect of once again inviting all to the holiday gathering at their home, the County of Salia. As bells ring, and children sing, one cannot help but be enraptured by the joys of the jubilant Tuvmas season! A WINTER’S GUISE Though adorning oneself in colors of scarlet and juniper is highly encouraged, a festive band composed of pine and holly will be provided to don a top one’s head. A rather decorative display of good cheer! THE TINSEL WALTZ Invite the Lord or Lady who has caught your eye to take part in this merry whirl of dance! A band of the musically inclined shall fill the air with the sweet melodies of yule continuously throughout the night, providing the perfect ambiance for the endeavors of the evening. THE NUTCRACKER’S JOUST We dare not neglect those in tune with combat during this holiday season! Sign up for the joust; if you succeed, you shall be rewarded FIFTY coin. Do you dare take on your fellow man? RECOGNIZING THE LADY FROST As the gathering comes to a close, the young lady in attendance who displays the most genuine fervor of the Tuvmas spirit shall be called upon the dais of Salia’s ballroom, and be bestowed the grand title of LADY FROST. Though be warned, it is not only the beautiful dressing robes or hair styled just-so that will ensure the honor, but the one with the pure and truest of hearts. REFRESHMENTS WILL BE PROVIDED. ˳˙⋆ ────────────༺⠀✧⠀༻──────────── ⋆˙˳ FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE ADDRESSED TO: HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, JOHN II, King of Balian, and his royal pedigree. HER ROYAL MAJESTY, KATHRYN OF RHEN, Queen-consort of Balian, and her royal pedigree. HIS GRACE, MARCEL VUILLER, Duke of Aquiliae, and his noble pedigree. HER GRACE, VIKTORIA VAS RUTHERN, Duchess of Reutov, and her noble pedigree. THE MOST HONORABLE, AUGUSTA TEMESCH ET MARTIEL, Countess of San Adriano, and her noble pedigree. THE RIGHT HONORABLE, COLETTE DE LYONS, Viscountess of Enderoca, and her noble pedigree. THE RIGHT HONORABLE, ARIADNE NOVELLEN-TUVIA, Viscountess of Tuvia, and her noble pedigree. THE HONORABLE, PALOMA GALBRAITH, Baroness of Cascanova, and her noble pedigree. PERSONAL INVITATIONS ARE ADDRESSED TO: HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, KARL IV, King of Hanseti-Ruska, and his royal house. HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, THERIN ADIL, Crown-Prince of the Petra, and his royal house. HER SERENE HIGHNESS, XIOMARA I, Sovereign of Hyspia, and her royal house. HIS HIGHNESS, EDWARD CAIUS, Prince of Alstion, and his royal house. HIS GRACE, HENRIK-OTTO LUDOVAR, Duke of Kvasz, and his noble house. THE MOST HONORABLE, FRIEDRICH VON AUGUSTEN, Margrave of Schwyz, and his noble house. THE MOST HONORABLE, DAVYD COLBORN, Margrave of Kazan, and his noble house. THE RIGHT HONORABLE, ERIK & EMMA KORTREVICH, Count & Countess of Jerovitz, and their noble house. THE RIGHT HONORABLE, DUNCAN BARUCH, Count of Ayr, and his noble house. THE HONORABLE, ADELINA VAN LEUVEN, Baroness of Furentaliz, and her noble house. THE NOBLE, ILYA IVANOVICH, Patriarch of House Ivanovich, and his noble house. HIS LORDSHIP, JOSEPH FREDERICK VON PREUSSENS, and his noble house. HIS LORDSHIP, GEORGE CHARLES ALDERSBERG, and his noble house. HIS LORDSHIP, GORAN WICK, and his noble house. HIS LORDSHIP, FRIEDRICH VON ALSTREIM, and his noble house. HER LADYSHIP, ANTONIA DE LEWES, and her noble house. HER LADYSHIP, IRENA VAS RUTHERN. LORD KAZIMIR WEISS. TEREZA BARROW. SERA ROISSON. ˳˙⋆ ────────────༺⠀✧⠀༻──────────── ⋆˙˳ ˳˙⋆ ──────────────────────༺⠀✧⠀༻────────────────────── ⋆˙˳ The Honorable, ACHILLIUS ARTEMISIO D’ARKENT. The Honorable, ALEKSANDR KONSTANTIN D’ARKENT. The Honorable, MALCOLM JULIUS D’ARKENT. [OOC Spoiler]

The silence was deafening. The noise, or lack thereof, pounded in the young Arkent's head as if a giant were stomping on his eardrums. Aleksandr aimlessly walked the halls of his home, Salia. Bags of lilac and gray hung low underneath his eyes. He appeared almost gaunt from a certain perspective; regardless of the fact he had eaten well hours before. The newly constructed keep had once danced with vivid colors. The joyously rich laughter that emanated from his siblings and parents cascaded the home with so much warmth, it could have rivaled the sun. The vibrancy of his home had drained. Replaced by dull shadows that drowned out even the glow from the early morning moon. The memory of his familial laughter was instead shrouded by the wails and cries from his sibling's rooms. ￣￣￣￣￣￣︸￣￣￣￣￣￣ After the many hours of wandering, he found himself in an unassuming corner of the library, and there, he wept.

ALEKSANDR d'ARKENT was feverously scribbling out a flyer to send to the printing press to make dozens of copies.

Aleksandr d'Arkent's lips would tighten as he read through the missive. He'd already known of the event, naturally, given that his mother was the hostess. Though, that didn't make him any more excited for the matter. "S'pose there will be sweets there. That's a plus!"

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An aged Countess-consort, Theodosya von Augusten, let out a cluster of hums as she read through the publishing from the south. "Mea goodness! The younglings of today's youth certainly have expertise far beyond mea own! Perhaps ea shall sew up a few dresses inspired by such for mea kin - vy never know what garments vy may need some day!" A smile etched itself across the woman's features, drawing deep into her wrinkles as she carefully set the posting to rest a top her dresser.

Theodosya von Augusten, Countess-consort of Hohengarten and aunt to the mother let out a cry of joy upon reading the missive. "Finally! One of mea children loves eam enough to name a babej after eam!"

The elder brother of the twins, Aleksandr, would begin to throw a tantrum as he was introduced to the youngest dragons of d'Arkent. "NO!!!"

Aleksandr began to cry loudly when a servant accidentally bumped into his crib

Theodosya von Augusten, wife to Friedrich and mother to Konstantin, let out an array of laughter upon reading the missive. "Is it so terrible that they are fit for the job?" her aging hands whipped out her paper fan, batting at her face with a sense of ease. "Perhaps ea was too harsh to Lord Louis-Caspian. . . ea shall invite him over at once!"

Theodosya von Augusten, Countess-consort of Hohengarten, couldn't help but laugh upon reading the missive. "Henrik, how wholly out of sorts a reaction from you!" She'd speak to her brother, the Viscount Amador, through the piece of parchment The red-headed woman thought back to the writ created by the man himself those many years ago... ❖ "On the honor of Amadorian women, hah!"

Theodosya von Augusten, sister to the reigning Viscount of Zvezlund, could scarcely utter a word after reading the missive. Her aged hands crumbled the paper, tossing it away. She hastily bowed her head in prayer, signing the Lorraine repeatedly over her body. Mumbled affirmations to Godan were all that could be heard from the library within Rickardsburg - wherein which the woman had tucked herself away. Standing just to the side was her mother, Nataliya Amador - Baroness of Mondstadt, and her aunt Liridona Amador. The two sisters rambled on and on about such a betrayal coming from one of their own. Various curses rippled from their mouths as if heavy, storm-ridden waves crashing against the withering wood of an old ship. Though the woman's mind had been failing her lately, seeing such visions of people who were long dead - she still had the sense to know that you never commit such treacheries against your fellow Amador, let alone ones own daughter. "Brother, what have vy done..."

Theodosya von Augusten, Countess-consort of Hohengarten, nearly collapsed to the ground upon reading her niece's recounting of her harrowing journey within the slimy embrace of such evil beings. Grabbing hold of her skirts to better run, she hastily ambled her way to her husband Friedrich, seeking for him to hold a prayer for the young Baroness - Afterwards setting forth for her homeland to comfort the young phoenix. @DuhPuhWuh

Anastasios squirmed within his bundle!

Theodosya von Augusten, Countess-consort of Hohengarten, cheerfully jotted down the date on a spare piece of parchment. "Ea would never say nie to a charcuterie board."

Airomar Amador rolled in his grave at the leaked journal. The topic of his granddaughter, Maria, catching his dead eye. "Hmmm." He would grumble. "Never approved of mea son-in-law in life-" the Amador would speak of Demitrey Denodado. "-Though at least he's made a respectable choice to banish this rake from the lasses life. Ea hope he's successful in his pursuit of striking the lad dead."

Theodosya von Augusten remained glued to the pew seat of Rikardsburg's church. For hours, she rhythmically signed the Lorraine across her body, muttering an array of prayers thereafter. A rigid cycle for the viscountess-consort.

Theodosya von Augusten mooned over the printed missive. "Dear Godan, mea family of birth is impeccable..."

The Viscountess-consort of Azor jumps for glee upon seeing the invitation that made its way to Rikardsburg. "Mea nieces - young laidies of the north already." Theodosya would have cried tears of joy had she not promised herself she'd never cry again!

Little Rhys cooed in his swaddle, his life awaiting him!

Cassian's cousin, Theodosya von Augusten, let out a hefty sigh upon reading the news of his disunion. "Eam niet surprised. Is it bad eam niet surprised? Ah, well - hopefully the two find happiness, which will evidentially niet be with each other."