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AN INVITATION TO SUITORS A portrait of Lady Margot Sofiya Baruch of Valwyck c. 397 ES As is tradition following Ve Lisfstala, gentlemen suitors may decide to call on the house of their favoured debutante, and arrange for a courtship to begin, or propose marriage to her Patriarch. Following such traditions, the Duchy of Valwyck invites all suitors and courtiers to a post Lifstala celebration on the Gronna and Droba of 398 ES. This will be where suitors can choose to approach His Grace, the Duke of Valwyck, and Lady Margot to express their interest in marriage or familial alliances. Food and drink will be provided at the celebration and upon entering the main hall of Litchestadt Castle, attendees will be announced formally before any mingling may commence. Suitors are encouraged to present gifts to His Grace and Lady Margot as a sign of good faith and serious intentions. Signed, His Grace, Eirik Matyas Baruch, Duke of Valwyck Her Ladyship, Margot Sofiya Baruch

THE FUNERAL OF LORD RUSLAN BARUCH Msitza and Dargund, 397 E.S. Va ve Edlervik, From the Duchy of Valwyck, this announcement has not been penned lightly. On this day, the Wzuvar and Byvca of 397 E.S, His Grace, our loving Duke, Ruslan Baruch, was pronounced dead. The Kingdom is forever grateful for his long life of dedication to Hanseti-Ruska and will pray for his ascent into the Seven Skies. The people and allies of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska are welcomed to attend a service that shall be held on the Julia and Piov of 397 E.S. in Valwyck prior to the upcoming luncheon, to mourn and remember the loss of His Grace. It is asked that those attending wear black attire upon arrival as a sign of respect and solidarity for the family members. It is still expected that in these solemn times that the privacy of the Baruch family, and the late Duke’s loved ones is respected. IV JOVEO MAAN, Signed, His Grace, Eirik Matyas Baruch, Duke of Valwyck Her Ladyship, Margot Sofiya Baruch

Within the Seven Skies, sat atop a tree stump, would be a little girl barely over the age of thirteen. Golden locks would fall down her shoulders, shaking as she laughed in merriment. Upon hearing the sound of footsteps approaching her, Analiesa de Astrea would whirl around, a beaming grin resting on her face. "I have been waiting." She said softly, holding a hand out to welcome her friend. "Maman did nie come, so I have been quite bored." She drawled, picking up a small teacup from the set which lay before her. "I saved you a cup, Ruslan. Now tell me, how is Adalia fairing?" ---------------- The soft patter of small feet could be heard as Margot Baruch roamed around the halls of Valwyck Castle, the young girl humming to herself as she explored. It wasn't until she came to the familiar door of her father's room did her footsteps cease. Tilting her head curiously to the side, she would proceed forward, pushing her way into the room to find what remained of her father, laying cold and stiff before her. The young Baruch would feel the familiar sting in her chest as she realsed what befall her beloved father, hands wiping at her now tear stained cheeks. Margot did not cry often, or at all really and if she did, it was only briefly in her youth. Sniffling to herself as she remained in the doorway, the girl would spin on her heel to run and find her brother, leaving the door ajar in her haste.

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The aging Queen-Mother, who took pride in being the third person to hold her grandchild, would happily hold the baby. "We will make sure vy wear the prettiest of dresses, little one. Only the best for my granddaughter." Annika stated. This child would surely grow up spoiled...

From the Seven Skies, a certain Analiesa de Astrea would await her cousins arrival, the young girl a constant image of youth and innocence and of those who were taken too soon. “Bonjour Ami..”

As a messenger made its way to the Duchy of Valwyck, Margot met him at the door, receiving the itinerary for Liftstala. Wrinkling her nose, the girl would quickly toss the missive in the fire, praying her family would not bring the topic up at dinner, especially her older sister… @crazedpudding

Within the confines of the Duchy of Valwyck, a little girl would silently cry at the news of her captain being lost at sea. "The life o' a pirate is nie an easy one." She mumbled through her sniffles. With her small hands, Margot would grasp her pirate hat, placing it upon her head. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life fer me..."

"He'll do great things.." The Queen-Mother murmured to herself, a proud smile resting on her lips as she watched her son make his way back to his room as she did almost every night.

As Heinrik wrote his signature for the final time, Annika would quickly be throwing her clothes into her travel luggage. "Do vy think they will have Carrion slushies?!" She called over to her husband.

THE BLOOMING OF A ROSE [!] The official Coat of Arms of the Koenas Council created c. 390 E.S. ( @JuliusAakerlund) To the citizens of Hanseti-Ruska, With the recent celebrations of the Kongzem coming to an end, and with my husband's announcement of abdication, I have taken some time to reflect upon my time as Koenas. I will forever be grateful for the blessed life I have, with children and love and the health Godani has bestowed upon myself and my family. As a final parting gift as Koenas, I would like to present the Koenas Council and the Kongzem with the official crest of the Koenas Council and its importance. Through roses, the first Haeseni Queen Reza is honored. Within Haense, there are many roses, but only one will bud and bloom to become a queen. Alas, all roses wither and shed their petals in time, but like the seasons, a queen will always bloom from the rose bush. Like life itself, time as Koenas has not always been easy for me, but I will never take for granted the connections and friendships I have made along the way. And now, with the utmost confidence in her, I pass over my title and life’s work to Koenas Emma Karenina. In her and my son’s hands, I know that the Kongzem will grow and prosper as it always has. May Saint Amyas keep them healthy, and may Saint Julia bless them with love and family and finally, may Godani bless the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. Signed, HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Annika Anastasija, Queen-Mother of Hanseti-Ruska, Countess of Reza

Still cupping her hands over her ears, a certain Prince's comments made its way to her. "Godan, have vy been telling people our night time activities?" She accused her husband with a grin. @Rudi

Cupping her hand around her ear as she stood on her balcony, a certain Haeseni Queen would sigh. "And so the tantrums have begun." She muttered to herself...

Brushing her fingers over the elegantly detailed parchment, tears would come to the eyes of Koenas Annika. "To think Sigismund was an infant when I first held him." She sighed. "My little boy has grown up..."

A GRAND UNVEILING [!] A depiction of the construction of the unnamed arena circa 388 E.S. To the denizens of Karosgrad and the prospective vassals of the Kongzem of Hanseti-Ruska, After years of planning and hard work, the construction of the arena towards the rear of our capital city of Karosgrad will soon become complete thanks to the collaboration and dedication of many of our most faithful and devoted citizens. Upon its completion at the end of this year, the Crown wishes to celebrate this accomplishment by hosting an unveiling ceremony, where Their Majesties, Koeng Heinrik and Koenas Annika will address those in attendance to commemorate the success of the nation. With the help of the Koenas’ Council, a tourney will be hosted to celebrate and make merry of the day where the winner of said tourney will be named Grand Champion of Karosgrad, joining the ranks of many skilled swordsmen of Hanseti-Ruska’s past. Those interested in participating should send a letter to the Koenas’ Council stating their name, age and family name, as well as any titles the individual may hold. Signed, Her Royal Majesty, Annika Anastasija Barbanov, Koenas-Consort of hanseti-Ruska, Countess of Reza The Honorable, Eleanora Helaine Amador, Viscountess-Consort of Aurvelt, Lady Chamberlain

Annika Anastasija would look over the missive with a smug look on her face. "Exposed for what they truly are...heretics." She said.

Annika Anastasija was sat in her room, curled up on her sofa with copy of the Scroll of Auspice in her grasp, when she noticed the chandelier above her head and her glass of Carrion Black at her side shaking from the tremors which vibrated through the continent. "The creature will never get my children now." She murmured, her gaze never leaving the page.

FORM: IGN: Madyyy Name: Margo' Sofiya Baruch (ma papej is te Laird Speaker) Child?: Aye bu' ah am also a pirate Do you love the Koenas?: Aye, like a crewmate loves its captain Do you have your own toy horse and toy sword?: O' course, pirate's always have a sword, what de ye take me fer?

Standing beside her husband, Koenas Annika would smile brightly, pride evident in her eyes as she watched the court erupt into fanfare. "May Saint Emma guide us on our journey."

Standing outside the gates of the Silver State, Annika Anastasija would clasp her hands at her front. "The High Elves should consider bringing Godan into their lives...their city sure has enough empty room for it." She commented idly to those around her.

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Signing the Hussariya Cross over her chest, Annika Anastasija would send a silent prayer to Saint Julia, blessed to be a mother of beautiful human children. "His Holiness is fulfilling his job and Godani bless him for it." She murmured.

Annika Anastasija would hang up a spare invitation she kept for herself on her bulletin board, a proud smile upon her face! "My babies are growing up." She sighed, blinking back her tears.

TO RELINQUISH LAURIRSHIP 17th of Snow's Maiden, 34 S.A. To the citizens of the Blessed State of Haelun'or, I, Maeve Elibar'acal, hereby relinquish my title as Laurir to Adreniel Elibar'acal. Adreniel is a strong and ambitious mali'thill and I have full faith that he will bring the Elibar'acal talonnii to its full potential. May Larihei guide his path and may the sun always rise and set on the Silver State. Ahernan ito nae'leh. Maeve Elibar'acal

"This is going to be dobry." Koenas Annika smirked as she reclined against her pillows. The bedridden woman seemingly about to pop any day now.