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Lady Annika Kingsley mused at the usage of Sedan. "I wonder if my dear brother wherever he may be finds some humor in more claiming his lineage."

Annika Konstanze would go through fabrics with her daughter Matilda, finding out what would be the absolute best for their dresses. "Don't worry of the cost, Lord Kingsley will pay the tab."

Annika Baruch heard the news during Alban court receiving some relief. For she found it so difficult to interact with the man who swore loyalty to the killer of her brother. Upon receiving the letter in her apartments of Silasia she weeped, praying her daughter or nephews did not hear. "The apology was all I ever needed. For I will not let hate fill my heart like my mother and sister." She clutched the Augusten Franziskan heirlooms locket upon her neck, which now held portraits of both of her late parents. Later with a glass of wine she found solitude. Perhaps if her grandfather had remained with Augusten things would have been so different for house Leopold and their relation with Augusten. A match would have never been struck with Cosima von Leopold and her first husband the Duke of Marna. Which caused so much pain for her and all of her children. She moved her gaze out the window where her nephews and daughter played. Youngest nephew and daughter with toy eagles, the sigil shared between Leopold and Augusten. The eldest nephew with a wooden sword and the next with an instrument. "I must take them to pay their respects."

Annika Konstanze Baruch couldn't help but smirk at the missive. "If only my mother could see this, she would be glad to see the fall of the Peter the Backstabber." She told her nephew Peter von Leopold rightful heir to Huntshill.

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Annika Konstanze Baruch chuckled. "They act as though their excommunication matters... When only a small portion of the human population follows their ''True Faith".

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Marija Falkner jested to her aunt. "I guess they never heard of the Vortician-Silasian genocide."

The Lady Baruch read the missive with great sadness. "Gott takes those gute into his kingdom so they do not have to see the end of days." She teared up speaking to a handmaiden. "Have them ready my horse, I must ride to Nuvilta." Meanwhile a granddaughter of the count sat in with his body. Saying goodbye to the elder who taught her of the world.

The man's grandmother Arowyn smiled as he joined the seven skies. "All the pain of life is over dear child. Join your mother and I in the peace. You have done well as I have watched you your whole life. A true Silasian."

Name: Annika Konstanze von Leopold Age: 21 Residence: Marius Way III Hail Sigismund(yes)

Her younger sister quickly came into the room with a bottle of wine. "Time to crack open Mutter's good vintage for the occasion."

A long dead ancestor twirled her curly red hair in hand as she watched from the Seven skies. "Just as I had worried, they have lost their highlander heritage and become the very people we tried so hard to be different from... the old Azors..." She grimaced towards her descendants who had joined her above.

From the Orcish encampment Annika looked to her sister and brother. "Glory it is to a house that only really practices deceit and betrayals." She signed the lorraine thinking of her relatives now dead. "We must just pray Gott is just I suppose."

The Dowager of Blackworth read the missive handed to her by courier. "These Salvans will always be an issue, have been since even before I was a girl. Yet they roam in the Horde and Empire alike. We can only pray some finally annihilate them."