Lalosia

The infant Raquelle's cries pierced through the room in uneven, ill-tempered bursts. No attempt made to comfort the poor girl seemed to take. Perhaps her father would have better luck than the nurse, wherever he was...

Aralinde von Augusten read through but one of the posted missives penned by the Lady de Savoie that had been strewn about the city. The Viscountess did always prefer a woman to be in a position of power.

The young sister of the emerging Duchess enjoyed some lemon cakes as preparations for such a celebration took hold!

The pamphlet passed through a series of couriers before reaching the Princess of Reinmar, a tired sort of bemusement marring her features upon reading the contents within.

DURCH UNSER BLUT, ERHEBEN WIR UNS BY OUR BLOOD, WE SHALL RISE ISSUED BY THE ON THE 12TH OF OWYN’S LIGHT, IN THE AGE OF ASCENSION, 645. ༻──────────────────────────────────༺☨༻──────────────────────────────────༺ HE HOUSE VON AUGUSTEN IS PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE that the Lady ARALINDE has safely welcomed her firstborn child, a son, into the world. THE YOUNG EAGLE was born on the 12th day of DRAGON’S ROAR, 644, with CHERRY-RED hair and eyes of PALE BLUE, both being traits that often favor the House. After many hours of consideration, the boy has been dutifully named: WOLFGANG KONSTANTIN VON AUGUSTEN IN HONOR OF the WOLF sigil in connection to AZOR, and the babe’s great-great grandsire, KONSTANTIN II. The mother now rests to recover from an arduous labor in her familial home of CASTLE FRITZBROOK, surrounded by her dear family. ༻──────────────────────────────────༺☨༻──────────────────────────────────༺ O’ ALMIGHTY AND ETERNAL GOTT, WE PRAY, ༻─────────────────────────༺ Saint Julia, wife of Horen and mother of Mankind, pray for my husband and children. Grant them length of days, happiness of heart and purity of spirit. But pray for me also, so that I might defend my children from Iblees, bring them up to piety, and, in doing so, do God’s work: the salvation of souls. AMEN. ✠ GOTT SEGNE ✠ ༻──────────────────────────────────༺☨༻──────────────────────────────────༺ THE HONORABLE, ARALINDE LEON VON AUGUSTEN. Viscountess of Azor, Imperial Ambassador to Alba. THE HONORABLE, ANDRIK LEOPOLD OF GALAHAR. Viscount-Consort of Azor.

Henry Baruch lingered near the ornately carved wooden cradle, within it, a babe of similar coloring to himself. His eyes remained transfixed on his infant sister, a sense of unknowing dampening his own little features. The young bear stole a glance to and fro, assurance that any attentive nurse was not paying attention at the given moment. At last, would he hastily move to place a yellow primrose next to Briana, an apt gift that matched her hair, he thought.

DURCH UNSER BLUT, ERHEBEN WIR UNS BY OUR BLOOD, WE SHALL RISE ISSUED BY THE ON THE 12TH OF HOREN’S CALLING, IN THE AGE OF ASCENSION, 643. ༻──────────────────────────────────༺☨༻──────────────────────────────────༺ [Depicted above is Lady Aralinde and Lord Andrik] ༻─────────────────────────༺ IT PLEASES THE HOUSE VON AUGUSTEN TO ANNOUNCE that the MARGRAVE of SCHWYZ’S eldest child, Lady ARALINDE LEON, is soon to enter matrimonial union. Those who have come to know her Ladyship, will see it as no surprise that the groom in question is a close friend from her tender years, Lord ANDRIK GALAHAR. By blessings of GOTT and with the approval of the gutte House BARUCH, the two shall marry in TARNAVON, beneath the steeple of the CHURCH OF THE WARDFATHER. The bride has requested a small, private ceremony - wishing only for family and friends to attend on such a reverent day. Upon the conclusion of the service, will those who have gathered share in the joy of this occasion in THE BEAR TRAP TAVERN. May this union prove fruitful, and may GOTT’S gutte will continue to grace the IMPERIAL REALM during these trying times. Private invitations will be sent out to the appropriate parties. ༻──────────────────────────────────༺☨༻──────────────────────────────────༺ O’ ALMIGHTY AND ETERNAL GOTT, WE PRAY, ༻─────────────────────────༺ Exalted Horen and Saint Julia, behold us prostrate at your feet, learning by your most noble example. Through Gott our Lord, grant us peace and harmony, and, through the abundant graces Gott hath given to you, bless us in times of need and plenty alike. AMEN. ✠ GOTT SEGNE ✠ ༻──────────────────────────────────༺☨༻──────────────────────────────────༺ HIS EXCELLENCY, PARZIVAL EMMERICH VON AUGUSTEN. Margrave of Schwyz, Earl of Konstanz, Count of Hohengarten, Viscount of Azor, Lord of Fritzbrook, Patriarch of House von Augusten, Elector of Hohengarten to the Waldenic Diet, Lord-Exchequer of His Highness Privy Council. HER LADYSHIP, ARALINDE LEON VON AUGUSTEN. Imperial Ambassador to Alba, Heir-apparent to House Augusten. HIS LORDSHIP, ANDRIK LEOPOLD GALAHAR.

Aralinde had taken to pacing within her chambers as soon as the news of her great-grandfather's death settled amongst the household of Fritzbrook. When she would reach one end of the room, she would promptly spin on her heel, making way to the opposing side. This ritualistic endeavor lasted for what felt like a millennia - brain scattered as she thought...

Residing within the Divine comfort of the Seven Skies, would the to-be-bride's father, Aleksandr d'Arkent, break a smile - albeit bittersweet. "If only the illness that took my own father had not taken me from my children. Rest easily, by dear bloom, for I shall always watch over you."

Henry John thrashed about in his tartan swaddle...

Clementine of Dover was lowkey gagged af...

Clementine of Dover swept up her own set of infant twins, setting forth to visit her younger sister!