ydegirl

Discord Usernames: ydegirl Minecraft Username: ydegirl RP Name (Last Name, First Name Middle Name): D'Amaury, Marise, Josina Character Age: 19 Role of Interest: Deputy Reeve of News or Imperial Clerk Past Experience: Writing missives for Lorraine Availability for Interview: Whenever :)

A missive is published across various portions of the civilized world… ⪻────𖤓────⪼ “As the sweet-apple reddens on the high branch, high on the highest branch, that the apple-pickers forgot— no, they didn’t forget; that apple they could not reach.” ⪻────𖤓────⪼ The Marigold Blossoms Marise Josina d’Amaury as painted by Marie-Sophie de Belmans HARK, loyal sons and daughters of Horen. About eighteen winters ago was the daughter of Romhilda and Hughes d’Amaury born, christened with the name of Marise Josina d’Amaury, a cheery young babe with her fathers fair hair and her mothers ocean-silver eyes – truly, did the young Marise capture the hearts of her family with naught but a smile. Now, as the young Marise blossoms into womanhood, her parents do see it most fitting to host a masquerade in her honor, with attendants being asked to dress in their finest green and gold fineries. The celebration shall be held upon the grounds of the Lorrainian castle in about one year, [Sunday, May 24th, at 8pm EST], at which the festivities will begin at nighttime. I. ITINERARY A Jovial Display of Couture At about thirty minutes into the activities, attendants are encouraged to participate in a display of their best fineries, which shall be judged by none other than Lady Marise, with one man and one woman winning 100 mina each. A Marigold’s Oration After the winners are announced, Lady Marise shall give a pre-prepared speech. A Night of Merriment The night shall conclude with drinking, dancing, and mingling between attendees. II. FORMAL INVITATIONS His Imperial Majesty, Marcus I, Emperor of Man, and his Imperial pedigree. His Serene Highness, Willem van Aert, Prince of Blackvale, and his Princely pedigree. His Serene Highness, Rodimar Barclay, Prince in Reinmar, and his Princely pedigree. His Grace, Lothar d’Amaury, Duke of Lorraine, and his noble pedigree. His Grace, Sir Antonius Helane, Duke of Valmont, and his noble pedigree. His Grace, Heinrik Ludovar, Duke of Kvasz, and his noble pedigree. His Grace, Duncan Baruch, Duke of Valwyck, and his noble pedigree. Her Grace, Caerine Mareno, Duchess of Myrine, and her noble pedigree. The Most Honorable, Her Ladyship, Arya Altwegg, Margravine of Avistra, and her noble pedigree. The Right Honorable, Sir Robert Montalt-Rovin, Count of Aesterwald, and his noble pedigree. The Right Honorable, Volker Van Hurst, Count of Totenpfalz, and his noble pedigree. The Right Honorable, Ezra de Senna, Archchancellor of the Empire, Count of Edessa, and his noble pedigree. The Right Honorable, Nulvita Whitewood, Countess of Silasia, and her noble pedigree. The Honorable, Florian Enswerp, Viscount of Rethel, and his noble pedigree. Her Ladyship, Anastasia Basileus, Baroness of Cascanova, and her noble pedigree. Her Ladyship, Phoebe Malory, Baroness of Sternfell, and her noble pedigree. His Lordship, Franz Galahar, Baron of Ghaestenwald, and his noble pedigree. ⪻────𖤓────⪼ Should anyone attempt to harm the House d’Amaury or the partygoers, they will swiftly be dealt with. ⪻────𖤓────⪼ SIGNED, LADY, MARISE JOSINA D’AMAURY

Margery excused herself from the presence of Valentina, eyes swelling up with boiling tears that stained her face in the halls. It was not a demand -- simply a request, a plea, perhaps. Later in the day, in the confines of her home, Margery stared at her face - she wasn't that old yet? Right? Twenty-six is still young for a woman of common birth -- is it not? Had she been lied to? A woman's words, one of the noble stock she so desperately desired to be a part of as a kid, rang through her ears: Marriage is not everything. But family is, Margery countered, throwing a quilt over the warped mirror.