Lalosia

THE RISE OF A LADY ERMELINDES TAG | ERMELINDE’S DAY Issued by HSH Ilse von Dover In the year of our Lord 2085 ÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, IT IS WITH GREAT HAPPINESS, that we announce the coming of age of our dearest, LADY ERMELINDE. To note such an occasion, a ball shall be held in her name, seeing through to the transition from fledgling, to eagle. Where candlelight shall be set in abundance, and where music shall carry through each and every corridor as though a gentle breeze. FESTIVITIES. THE EVENING IS SET to be a refined occasion as any: guests are expected to dress in their finest attire, greeted beneath the fresh banners strung up in ERMELINDE’S honor. Within, the hall will be set with Reinmaren melodies of good joy throughout the night, making the floor a prime place to join in the merriment of dance! At the leisure of the young LADY OF THE HOUR, she shall ascend the dais to be bestowed upon any gifts that those joining in the decadence of celebration wish to give unto her. Though thoughtful prayers uttered for her good health and humor will be just as cherished as any physical item given. As the night concludes, ERMELINDE will call upon a young gentleman to set forth her favor upon. A favor created from the meticulous work and efforts by she, forever a token of her kind-hearted nature and thoughtful care. Refreshments to be provided. INVITATIONS. Those who are cordially invited… H&HIM, Marcus I & Valentina of Asturias, Emperor & Empress of Man, and their Imperial retinue HSH, Willem van Aert, Prince of Blackvale, and his pedigree HSH, Edward II Alstion, Archduke of Alba, and his pedigree HH, Caerine Mareno, Duchess of Myrine, and her pedigree HG, Lothar d’Amaury, Duke of Lorraine, and his pedigree HG, Marlon d’Asturia, Duke of Asturias, and his pedigree HG, Remus Helane, Duke of Valmont, and his pedigree TMH, Arya Altwegg, Margravine of Avistra, and her pedigree TMH, Parzival von Augusten, Margrave of Schwyz, and his pedigree TRH, Ezra de Senna, Count of Edessa, and his pedigree TRH, Robert Montalt-Rovin, Count of Aesterwald, and his pedigree TRH, Volker van Hurst, Count of Totenpfalz, and his pedigree TRH, Nuvilta Whitewood, Countess of Silasia, and her pedigree TRH, Constance Devereux, Countess of Trier, and her pedigree TH, Florian Enswerp, Viscount of Rethel, and his pedigree HL, Anastasia Basileus, Baroness of Cascanova, and her pedigree HL, Phoebe Malory, Baroness of Sternfell, and her pedigree HL, Franz Galahar, Baron of Ghaestenwald, and his pedigree HL, Henri Halcourt, Baron of Artois, and his pedigree And extends personal invitations to: THE GOOD PEOPLES OF REINMAR… HG, Othmar von Kanunsberg, Duke of Kanunsberg, and his pedigree HL, Aerik von Wesenburg, Burgrave of Wesenburg, and his pedigree HL, Edwin von Brandthof, Baron of Brandthof, and his pedigree Our cousins, HG, Duncan Baruch, Duke of Valwyck, and his pedigree Our cousins, TRH, George VI Aldersberg, Earl of Dover, and his pedigree Our cousins, HL, Dorothea Helvets, Baroness of Owynsburg, and her pedigree WER RASTET, DER ROSTET HSH, ILSE VON DOVER, DOWAGER-PRINCESS OF REINMAR.

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!

Clementine of Dover suddenly had the urge to visit her long-time friend.

A soft hum trickled from the young lady of Schwyz as she read over an invitation she had snagged just before they had been sent out - spreading far and wide over the Imperial realm. "Goodness, what shall this favor be comprised of?" A small crinkling befell her cherried-brow, setting the invite aside as she got to work with planning!

Peter d'Arkent's nose crinkled.

The bride-to-be read over the missive, a pang of sorrow rippling through her chest as she thought of her missing twin. "Surely she shall return for such, yes?" she asked aloud to no one at all, if not for a few servantry that got on with their duties nearby...