Branchio

Olivia yawned as she slowly came out of her hiding, one of her sisters shoving the missive towards her presence. She read over it slowly before her eyes stopped where the card read of her hand being offered. Quickly awake she tackled Margarita, “You offered WHAT?”

Nicole Rutledge welcomed her husband to the Seven Skies. Happy to be with her ‘beloved’ for the rest of eternity. 

Coraline asks her mom if she can adopt a cat. 

Reserved 

Coraline Irena listened intently as her mother read the flyer. After listening to Anna's words, Coraline beamed in excitement for the fun to come!

FORMAT FOR GIFT EXCHANGE:

IRP NAME: Julianne Barclay

DISCORD: branchio#8294

IRP AGE: 15

LIST OF THREE GIFT IDEAS: Anything to do w/ jewelry or fashion maybe vanity items (tbh idk whatever is good) 

Juliane Barclay reads carefully over her father’s work, drawing her fingers over the well done paintings. “Perhaps it is time I give father a visit,” she’d mumble to no one in particular, only pocketing the article to look over again later. 

As Mary Jane heard of the news, her heart broke for her dear niece. Blind to it all since before she even left, she could not possibly understand. She blamed herself, thinking her departure may have been a reason to drive the girl to madness. Jane finally realized there was nothing she could do now besides finally come back and support her family. 

Julianne Barclay, a girl of just eleven, sat within the warmth of the Haense tavern. Cozy in her seat next to the fire, she read over the published works. The girl had previously not known of the duties, stress, and hardships of such a title as Queen. Something shifted in the girl as she read over it, that sense of wanting titles and power - the want to be a queen that every little girl dreamed of, faded. The writings in the Queen Mother's diary had moved her.

Skin name: lavender

bid: 1k

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Juliane Barclay grins as her mother would read the invitation to her, gasping as she began to imagine all the fun they would have!

“Carringtons always win”

These were the words that played over and over through Mary Jane’s head- words that were often retold from her father, to her elder sister and most other Carringtons. Lately, Jane found herself murmuring them in consolation to herself late into the night as she laid wide awake in her chambers. Mary Jane had aged quickly; the woman, who most knew from her childish actions, grew up quicker than imaginable after her sister’s death. Caring for quite a few children would do that to a woman. Jane never saw herself as a mother, from only a child she knew she didn’t want that in her future- though as she cared for her nieces and nephews she felt the love for them as a mother would. For now she saw them as her own, loved them more than anything, and loved them more than herself; which for Mary Jane was impressive. Mary Jane would have stolen the world and then split it up for those children. Though now, now she wondered what was left for her to do? 

Sitting in her chambers, the woman felt more pain than she ever did in her life - though this pain was not physical. She felt as though she failed; she not only felt she failed as an aunt, but as a sister and a Carrington as well. 

Looking out into the courtyard of the Carrington Estate, the woman would be able to see some of her nieces and nephews sitting on a bench and picking flowers or just playing down in the paths. A smile tugged at her lips, and she gave into it- these children let her troubles melt away by doing nearly nothing, for just the sight of them let her feel joy and love again. Then Joseph would come into her view, the man who drove away her sister, the man she saw take away Lucille’s children. That was what caused her pain, that one face-- showed everything wrong in her life. 

Mary Jane knew not to stick around, beginning to pack before stopping abruptly, shaking her head as she thought to herself. Instead, she would move for some parchment and her quill, beginning to write- not thinking, just writing. Jane wrote to her nieces and nephews: a private letter to them all, accompanied by all of her belongings.

Mary Jane would not be seen again- where she went was only known by the letter she wrote to ‘the children’. Most would assume death, but only her nieces and nephews would know for certain, and what they wished to do with that information- was to be decided by only them. 

“We are Carringtons, Janey” the voice of these words cooed softly in Mary Jane’s head as she thought once more of her elder sister.

As Natalya Eliza face reappeared within the city of Helena she looked for the familiar face of her old friend, Mariana. The woman went around asking others and attempting to seek her old friend out, though, no answers were given. Soon enough, Natalya heard the whispered rumors of the woman’s fate, Natalya would soon realize how different everything was now that she was back.

Mary Jane sits at her desk in the Carrington Estate she now holds. Holding onto the document and reading it over and over again, not believing the words written. Finally the woman would come to her senses, dropping the parchment into a desk drawer and moving off through the estate to find her nieces and nephews, knowing they would be her top priority for these next trying years.

Mary Jane lofts a brow upon receiving the invitation, reading over it once quickly she’d offer a single bob of her head before tucking it away in her desk drawer, “May he bring her happiness” she’d remark to no one in particular and continue on to take a sip of her nearby cup of tea. 

Mary Jane’s digits curl over the invitation, holding it with a light grip as she read over it a few times, finally the young d’Arkent would push it off to the far side of her desk, and with the invitation she pushed off the decision of her presence.  

All peers, citizens, and allied states of the Holy Orenian Empire are aptly welcomed to attend the ceremony joining Boris Var Ruthern and Mary Jane d’Arkent at the Basilica of Final Revelation and the reception thereafter, hosted at the Carrington Estate. 

Specialized Invitations are sent to: 

His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Peter III and his pedigree,

His Royal Majesty, King Josef and his pedigree,

His Lordship, Count Aleksander of House Ruthern, and his pedigree,

Her Ladyship, Baroness Lucille of House Carrington, and her pedigree,

His Grace, Duke Sir John of House d’Arkent and his pedigree,

Her Ladyship, Baroness Winifred of House Halcourt and her pedigree

His Excellency, The Archchancellor, Simon Basrid  and his pedigree

His Grace, Duke Erwin Barclay, of House Barclay and his pedigree 

Along with any and all members of the ISA and HRA 

OOC:

Tuesday, August 4^th
5pm EST

Mary Jane grins as she reads over the invitation, turning to a passerby and remarking “Finally a match for my darling Ivelle!” 

Mary Jane claps upon receiving the invitation, thinking back to the day the young d’Arkent matched them in the first place. “A perfect match I made” she’d comment, tucking away the parchment for many years to come! 

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Edith Irene gasps as she reads over the invitation, the young Halcourt would run around snowy Artois and make sure all of her relatives would attend and support the upcoming marriage. 

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Mary Jane held her mother’s hand as the woman took her few last breaths, thereafter, Jane would  take her older sister into her arms and hold onto Lucille. As Jane held her sister she thought back to one of the few conversations she had her with her mother, one about Mary Philippa’s own sister. Jane’s mother went on to speak about how remorseful she was for not being close with her own sister, Charlotte. Mary Philippa went on to say it was one of her largest regrets, and that sisters must hold onto each other. As Jane thought back to this she would continue to embrace her sister, rubbing the older girl’s back, promising herself that she would not make the same mistake her mother did. 

Mary Jane reads over the invitation with a soft smile, thinking to herself “May he bring you the love and joy you deserve Bella,” at that the young d’Arkent would tuck the letter away, readying a dress for the date. 

Mary Jane nudges Boris beside her as she read the missive aloud, “Go with me?” she’d inquire of him with a wide grin. 

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