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THE DEBUT OF EIRENE OF MYRINE ISSUED BY THE HOUSE OF MARENO ༻ᐝ ꕀ ☼ ꕀ ᐝ༺ On this 5th day of Sun's Smile, 656 AA ⋆ ｡ ༻───────────────────────────༺ᐝ ꕀ ☼ ꕀ ᐝ༻───────────────────────────༺ ｡⋆ HOUSE MARENO WARMLY EXTENDS an invitation to all nobles of the realm to attend Lady Eirene Mareno’s coming of age celebration, an evening that promises merriment, music, and revelry as she is formally presented before society. Beneath the glow of lantern light and amidst the splendor of pink party decorations, guests are invited to partake in a night dedicated to new beginnings and the passage from youth into adulthood. THE PRESENTATION DEBUT AND GIFTS | ✶ As tradition dictates, the young lady shall make her formal debut before esteemed friends, family, and allies, symbolizing her entrance into adulthood. Thereafter, attendees may offer their congratulations, blessings, and gifts to the debutante. ༺ᐝ ꕀ ☼ ꕀ ᐝ༻ THE PINK PROMENADE AN ENCHANTED FOREST OF ROSE AND BLUSH | ✶ The festivities shall continue with a grand ball inspired by the beauty of an enchanted woodland in bloom. Guests shall find themselves surrounded by the debutante’s favored hues of rose and blush, cascading florals, and twinkling lights reminiscent of woodland stars. Guests are highly encouraged to don shades of pink or dress themselves akin to creatures of the fae-realm. ༺ᐝ ꕀ ☼ ꕀ ᐝ༻ ASCENSION OF LANTERNS WELL WISHES IN THE GARDEN | ✶ As the evening draws toward its conclusion, guests will gather within the gardens of Myrine beneath the night sky. There, lanterns shall be lit and released skywards, each carrying with it a heartfelt wish, prayer, or blessing for Eirene's future. ⋆ ｡ ༻───────────────────────────༺ᐝ ꕀ ☼ ꕀ ᐝ༻───────────────────────────༺ ｡⋆ Her Highness, Circe Mareno, Lady of Myrine, Lady Seneschal of the Celosian Court Her Highness, Caerine Mareno, Duchess of Myrine, Lady of Trident’s Peak Her Ladyship, Eirene Mareno, Lady of Myrine, Scribe of the Celosian Court FORMAL INVITATIONS PERSONAL INVITATIONS Event Details

The morning of her departure was cold and gray, but the harbor of Trident’s Peak was alive with noise and clamor. The groaning of ropes and the cries of seagulls overhead were near-deafening in the quiet of that early dawn. Eirene stood upon the weatherworn docks with her satchel clutched tightly beneath one arm, peering up at the vessel that would carry her far from home for the very first time in her life. She first thought of Gerald, and all the mischief her younger brother seemed capable of conjuring from thin air. The halls of their home would no doubt grow quieter in her absence, though she suspected Gerald would find some new calamity to occupy himself with soon enough. And Sirius, mute as ever, yet somehow among the sassiest souls she had ever known. Eirene pictured the unimpressed looks and the pointed stares that somehow conveyed entire arguments without a single spoken word. Naturally, she found herself quietly missing him already. Caerine, too – loyal and devoted to whatever she had set her mind to. For years, Eirene had admired the way she carried the burdens of their house and sought to lead House Mareno to a more prosperous future. Her thoughts wandered then to Hannibal, and to their endless bickering that seemed, in hindsight, comforting in some strange way. She could imagine the smug grin plastered across his face as he mocked her for looking so terribly sentimental upon that dockside. A fond smile stretched across her features, despite how terribly he did annoy her sometimes. She wondered whether he would miss arguing with her half so much as she would miss arguing with him. She thought of Aurelian and Kusi, too, and all the butterflies they had chased and catalogued together through gardens and meadows all across the continent of Azuras. How many afternoons had been spent debating colors, markings, and names while the world around them seemed wonderfully small and simple? Some day, they would finish their encyclopedia. There were Junayd and Zayd, whose kindness lingered within recent memory. Though they hailed from a people far different from her own, there had never been any difficulty in understanding the compassion they bore. In a world so frequently divided by differences, their warmth felt universal. It was the sort of goodness that transcended borders and languages in their entirety. She thought of Friedel, too. There had always been something grounding about him – his honesty, perhaps, which was scarce amongst the courtiers of the palace. Friedel spoke plainly when others dressed their words in silken pleasantries, and Eirene found comfort in that sincerity, too. Duncan came to mind as well, along with his endless love for their favorite band, Landskar. Eirene could hear him now, passionately rambling about songs, lyrics, and performances with the sort of enthusiasm that was impossible not to indulge. Ithmere, Martin, and Cosette. The adventures they had embarked upon seemed rather minuscule beneath the shadow of her imminent departure. Too did those memories linger within her heart, cherished and held dearly: reckless wanderings through crowded streets and frolicking in distant fields. Though Ithmere and Eirene had squabbled in recent years, she could not help but think fondly of the girl’s pious, stubborn nature. Ithmere possessed the sort of devotion that remained undeterred even amidst hardship and strife. Naturally, they had not always seen eye to eye, but Eirene found herself missing that earnest spirit far more than she expected. She thought then of Lajka, and those coy little smiles that always seemed to conceal far more than they revealed. Eirene pondered if she’d be a Templar by the time she returned; somehow, the thought suited her strangely well. For a fleeting moment, she wished she could abandon the ship entirely and remain behind with them all. Nonetheless, the duty of weight far exceeded that of her longing. and Eirene’s mother, Circe, had raised her beneath the sturdy, suffocating weight of expectation. It was well-known that the women of House Mareno were not afforded the luxury of idleness. Even now, Eirene could almost hear her mother’s voice urging her onward, stern but proud. She thought of the Empress, then. Her presence was the sort that filled an entire room with little effort; something expectant, commanding, and authoritative. Eirene had always found something oddly comforting in it, even when it intimidated her. Valentiná carried herself with the certainty of someone who expected excellence, and somehow that severity had always felt motherly to Eirene; motivational, if anything. Eirene’s gaze settled upon the distant horizon, the vast stretch of sea pulling her from the sentimentality of her thoughts. She was a daughter of House Mareno foremost. There were expectations upon her shoulders and obligations she could not cast aside, even if the leaving hurt more than she had initially imagined. Her house had entrusted her with something greater than herself: the chance to heal and one day to serve her people. She stepped onto the boat, the wooden planks creaking softly beneath her boots as the harbor winds tugged at loose strands of braided, flaxen hair. Behind her lay the world she had always known: her family, her companions, her quarrels, her laughter, and her home. She would return. It would only be two years, after all; a speck in comparison to a swathe of her lifetime. The thought comforted her as the boat gently drifted from shore. Home was not lost – merely distant for a brief time. Issued by the House of Mareno On this 7th day of Dragon’s Roar, 653 A.A. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · HEED, LEAL SONS OF HOREN; It both pleases and saddens the House of Mareno to announce the departure of Lady Eirene Mareno to the Aeldinian Academy of Medicine for Gifted Youths. For two years, she shall learn the mastery of surgery and medicine, pursuing that most noble calling of preserving life and tending to the wounded and sickly. Though her absence shall be dearly felt within the halls of her kin, House Mareno takes great pride in knowing that she journeys forth in service to the Empire and the generations yet to come. We bid our beloved daughter farewell, knowing that she departs as a girl of promise and shall return as a woman of great skill and virtue. May the Lord preserve her upon the seas. HH, Circe Mareno, Lady Regent of Myrine and Lady Seneschal of the Celosian Court OOC NOTE:

Eirene throttles Jack Swiper in a corridor (again).

ISSUED AND AVERRED BY THE OFFICE OF THE IMPERIAL CHAMBERLAIN ✠ HEED, LEAL SONS OF HOREN; The Crownlands of the Empire are the jewel of humanity. It is here that etiquette stands as the highest expression of civilization itself; thus, as the heart of the Empire and all of Man, the Crownlands will henceforth set the standard by which all other regions are measured. The customs of the Celosian Court are refined, distinguishing themselves from the practices of lesser courts and distinct subcultures. To conduct oneself properly in the Crownlands is to uphold both one’s personal dignity and the honor the Empire demands. Therefore, by decree of the Empress of Azuras, her court shall uphold the strictest guidelines set forth herein. ✠ NOBLE ADDRESSMENTS The proper addressment of nobility establishes the foundation of all courtly conduct. If one is uncertain of another’s titles, it is acceptable to address them as “My Lord” or “My Lady” until otherwise corrected or introduced properly. Courtiers are duly expected to state their full name and titles so that the present company may observe the appropriate level of respect. Gestures of deference must reflect rank; bows and curtsies should deepen and be held at a length in accordance with with the status of the individuals being addressed. The following list serves as the proper guidelines by which members of the Imperial nobility and government are to be addressed within the courts of the Crownlands. All courtiers should familiarize themselves with these forms of addressment and make use of them accordingly in proper company. ✠ THE EMPEROR AND EMPRESS The Emperor and Empress of Azuras are to be referred to in oration as His or Her Imperial Majesty. In direct address, one ought to use “Your Imperial Majesty,” though the shortened “Your Majesty” may be employed in less formal circumstances. ✠ IMPERIAL PRINCES AND PRINCESSES Imperial Princes and Princesses are to be addressed as “Your Imperial Highness” and are referred to as “His Imperial Highness,” or “Her Imperial Highness,” though “My Prince” or “My Princess” may be used in casual conversation. Alternatively, informal settings may also permit the use of “Your Highness.” ✠ MEMBERS OF THE IMPERIAL PRIVY COUNCIL Members of the Imperial Privy Council are regarded as the Emperor’s most trusted advisors. By virtue of their esteemed station, they are afforded the addressment of “Your Imperial Excellency” and are styled as “His Imperial Excellency” or “Her Imperial Excellency.” ✠ MEMBERS OF THE IMPERIAL CHANCELLERY Those of the Imperial Chancellery are the individuals afforded the privilege of serving in close proximity to the Imperial Archchancellor, affording them the styling of “His Excellency” or “Her Excellency.” They are to be addressed as “Your Excellency” directly. ✠ ARCHDUKES AND ARCHDUCHESSES Archdukes and Archduchesses are styled as "His Serene Highness," or "Her Serene Highness," and are afforded the addressment of "Your Serene Highness," though "Your Highness," "My Lord," or "My Lady" may suffice in less formal courtly settings. ✠ PRINCES AND PRINCESSES Princes and Princesses of Imperial principalities are granted the styling of “His Highness” or “Her Highness,” and are directly addressed as “Your Highness,” although “My Lord” or “My Lady” are deemed socially acceptable within informal settings. In addition, peers of Princely Houses may choose to style themselves as "His/Her Serene Highness." ✠ DUKES AND DUCHESSES Rulers of ducal vassals are to be addressed as “Your Grace” and referred to as “His Grace” or “Her Grace” in oration. Additionally, “My Lord” or “My Lady” remain acceptable alternatives following an initial greeting and may be used freely outside of courtly settings. ✠ MARGRAVES AND MARGRAVINES In oration, Margraves and Margravines are styled as “The Most Honorable, His Lordship,” or “The Most Honorable, Her Ladyship.” Directly, they are addressed as “Your Lordship” or “Your Ladyship,” and “My Lord” or “My Lady.” ✠ COUNTS AND COUNTESSES Counts and Countesses are styled as “The Right Honorable, His Lordship” or “The Right Honorable, Her Ladyship.” They are to be addressed directly as “Your Lordship” or “Your Ladyship,” with “My Lord” or “My Lady” serving as an appropriate option of addressment. ✠ VISCOUNTS AND VISCOUNTESSES Leaders of viscomital fiefdoms are styled as “The Honorable, His Lordship” or “The Honorable, Her Ladyship.” In direct address, one ought to use “Your Lordship” or “Your Ladyship,” though “My Lord” and “My Lady” are also permissible. ✠ BARONS AND BARONESSES Peers bearing baronial status are referred to as “His Lordship” or “Her Ladyship.” When speaking directly, one shall use “Your Lordship” or “Your Ladyship,” with “My Lord” and “My Lady” remaining the standard form of address outside initial greetings. ✠ COURTLY CONVERSATION Conversation within the Crownlands is regarded as an art of great discipline. When individuals are not yet acquainted, they must first seek to formally introduce themselves by name and title before engaging in meaningful discourse within a courtly setting. Upon the initial greeting, men are expected to bow and women to curtsy in accordance with rank and standing relative to Imperial standards of nobility. Those of lower standing must exercise humility in speech, refraining from boasting or drawing undue attention to their accomplishments unless directly prompted, taking care not to outshine their superiors. Conversely, those of higher station are expected to conduct themselves with grace, avoiding condescension and ill-repute in conversation with those of lesser rank. Arms should not be crossed in the presence of others, as it conveys arrogance and disregard. Moreover, one must be mindful of when to speak and when silence is required in the presence of high-ranking nobility. Interruptions, excessive gestures, and disruptive behaviors are to be avoided by courtiers, for such is deemed improper and viewed most unfavorably by the Imperial court. Furthermore, both married and unmarried individuals are expected to uphold standards of piety and propriety alike, with married persons embodying dignity and restraint, and unmarried individuals avoiding conduct that might invite scandal or diminish their standing in the eyes of their fellow courtiers. ✠ TABLE MANNERS Dining within the Crownlands is distinguished by its rigid nature and strict adherence to propriety. Notably, the seat at the head of the table is reserved for the individual of highest rank, and all others are arranged according to status, with proximity to the head reflecting prestige. Should seating be limited, those of lower rank are expected to yield their place to those of higher standing, while in cases of equal rank, precedence is granted to the elder. No guest may be seated before the highest-ranking individual has taken their place, and the meal itself begins only once the tablehead has started to eat, concluding when they have set their utensils down. Throughout the meal, proper posture must be maintained, elbows kept off the table, and unnecessary movement or commotion avoided. Should a ruling liege enter the room, all present are expected to rise and offer a greeting in accordance with their status. In keeping with Imperial tradition, diners should leave a small portion of food upon their plate, to be gathered and distributed among the poor following the feast. Exceptions to these customs may be granted, but only at the discretion of the present tablehead. ✠ THE DUTIES OF THE HOST To host within the Crownlands is to embody the grace and dignity expected of Imperial nobility; thus, a host is expected to personally greet and honor esteemed guests upon their arrival whenever time permits, particularly those of high station, and ensure that each individual is acknowledged and addressed in accordance with their rank and title. Careful consideration must be exercised in seating, conversations, and accommodations so that no guest of notable standing is slighted through neglect or poor placement. The host additionally bears the responsibility of maintaining propriety amongst those assembled, intervening discreetly if tensions or disputes should arise in the midst of pleasant or courtly gatherings. The customs and expectations set forth herein exist to preserve the dignity and refinement that is expected of all Imperial nobility, especially within the Crownlands. Through proper conduct and disciplined speech, the Celosian Court of the Imperial Crownlands distinguish themselves as the highest example of civilization across humanity and the continent alike. AVE IMPERIUM! H V M A N I T A S I N V I C T A PENNED IN THE NAME OF THE EMPRESS, HER LADYSHIP, Eirene Mareno, Lady of Myrine and Ward of the Celosian Court

╔════ THE CELOSIAN COURT ════╗ ╚════ TO HONOR THE EMPRESS ════╝ FROM THE OFFICE OF The Imperial Chamberlain 𖤓 11th of Owyn’s Light D. C. L. III. H E E D , L E A L S O N S O F H O R E N ; THE HEALTH OF OUR EMPRESS has steadily improved, and her restoration has filled the hearts of the Imperium’s people with great jubilation. In light of Her Imperial Majesty’s most auspicious recovery do the courtiers of the Imperial Celosian Court deem it most befitting to host a grand multitude of events spanning two months of the upcoming year. ═════════════ 𖤓 ═════════════ I. THE VALENTINIAN TOURNEY THE FESTIVITIES WILL COMMENCE with the crowning spectacle – a traditional joust wherein the greatest knights of the realm will test their mettle before the people of the Imperium. Champions from across the Empire shall contend for glory and honor in the name of the Empress, marking the occasion as one of great splendor and revelry. ═════════════ 𖤓 ═════════════ II. THE VALENTINIAN GALA THE SECOND MONTH OF festivity will bear witness to an evening of revelry and mirth. The Valentinian Gala, hosted in the honor of our Empress, shall commence at dusk, offering live music, dancing, food and drink, and other such celebrations befitting the occasion. All Imperial citizenry are encouraged to attend, make merry, and offer the Empress their well-wishes for her continued health. ═════════════ 𖤓 ═════════════ AVE IMPERIUM! ═════════════ 𖤓 ═════════════ Signed, Her Ladyship, EIRENE OF MYRINE, Ward of the Celosian Court and Lady of Myrine ═════════════ 𖤓 ═════════════ 𖤓

ISSUED AND AVERRED BY, THE PRINCESS CAERINE MARENO ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ ON THIS DAY OF, 12TH OF HARREN'S FOLLY IN THE YEAR OF 650 AA ⋆ ｡ ༻───────────────────────────༺ᐝ ꕀ ☼ ꕀ ᐝ༻───────────────────────────༺ ｡⋆ TO THE GOOD PEOPLE OF THE EMPIRE AND AZURAS, THE COURTS ARE WARMLY INVITED, to gather upon the shores of Myrine for an afternoon of leisure, reflection, and refined company. Beneath open skies and along the gentle rhythm of the tide, A Day Upon Dunes shall offer courtiers a respite from stone halls and courtly duties, replacing them with salt-kissed air and sunlit sands. Guests are encouraged to wander the coastline, partake in light refreshments, and enjoy the fellowship of peers in an atmosphere both elegant and serene. Let this be a day not of politics nor petition, but of presence where the sea may quiet even the busiest of minds. ⋆ ｡༻───────────────────────────────────────────────༺｡⋆ I. MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE ᐝ ꕀ ☼ ꕀ ᐝ AS THE AFTERNOON UNFOLDS, attendees shall be invited to take part in a contemplative exercise: the casting of messages into the sea. Fine parchment and glass bottles shall be provided for those who wish to pen their thoughts, whether they be secret wishes, burdens long carried, confessions left unsaid, or tender letters to distant loved ones. Once sealed, these messages may be surrendered to the tide, entrusted to the vast and ancient keeper of all things whispered. Whether the sea chooses to keep them or return them one day is its mystery alone. ⋆ ｡༻───────────────────────────────────────────────༺｡⋆ II. SUNSET LANTERN RELEASE ᐝ ꕀ ☼ ꕀ ᐝ AS DUSK SETTLES, the gathering shall draw toward its final moment of quiet wonder. Lanterns shall be distributed among the guests, each to be lit and released into the evening sky. Together, courtiers will watch as the lanterns rise and drift, their warm light dancing against the darkening waters below. In this ceremony, may all find renewal, unity, and the simple beauty of light carried upon the wind. ⋆ ｡ ༻───────────────────────────༺ᐝ ꕀ ☼ ꕀ ᐝ༻───────────────────────────༺ ｡⋆ , HER HIGHNESS, CAERINE MARENO, Lady of Myrine. HER HIGHNESS, EIRENE MARENO, Lady of Myrine. HER HIGHNESS, CIRCE MARENO, Lady-Regent of Myrine, Lady Seneschal of the Celosian Court.

Issued by the House of Mareno · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Penned by HL, Eirene of Myrine on the 10th of Harren’s Folly, 649 AA HEED, LEAL SONS OF HOREN; It is with heavy hearts that the House of Mareno announces the passing of its Patriarch and Prince, Cassius Mareno. A private funeral was held for His Serene Highness within the Principality of Myrine, attended by close family, trusted companions, and those who stood beside him throughout the many years of his life. Cassius is survived by two generations of descendants. He was, above all, a devoted scholar whose pursuit of knowledge never faltered, and a stalwart warrior in times of strife. Within his family, he was a constant and guiding presence; a father who led his kin with warmth, and a grandfather whose pride in his grandchildren was evident in every word he uttered. His legacy endures forevermore as one of love and ambition. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · REQUIESCAT IN PACE Cassisus I Mareno 2007-2074 HL, Eirene Mareno, Lady of Myrine

"Grandfather, can you hear me?" It was another sunny day that had graced the shores of Myrine. though the youth felt anything but. The sunlight felt warm upon her shoulders, but it could not rid her of the chill that settled within the confines of her chest. Eirene's hand trembled where it clutched his. For a fleeting, foolish moment, she thought he had simply drifted; lost to his thoughts as he always was, and chasing ghosts that only he could see. The corners of her lips quirked, anticipating a smile that would surely precede a bout of scolding. Still, the old Prince did not answer. "...You're with her now, aren't you?" The wind stirred, warmer now, like a hand that brushed against her cheek. "Eirene!" The youth turned at the sudden, startling sound of her name, and wiped at her face with haste. Far beneath the cliffs, she could see her: Caerine, standing upon the dock, searching, calling, alive and returned - just as their grandfather had promised. The sea binds us together. Eirene regarded her grandfather for a final time, noting the peace that had settled over him much akin to a gentle tide. "I'll go meet her," uttered the youth with a soft, solemn tenderness. "I'll tell her your story. So you don't forget it." With a careful reverence, she set his hand to rest upon the arm of the chair. And then, she ran. Down the winding path, toward the harbor and the living, and toward the sea that, as Cassius promised, would one day bring them together again.

EIRENE OF MYRINE proudly sets aside her quill. "To a new age," declared the youth.

CRASH. What had been a simple, lighthearted moment shared between childhood friends was suddenly, violently undone. Hannibal was ripped away in a blur of chain and plate, shielded by a leal guardsman. The shatter of glass – thunderous, and mercilessly booming – resounded across the entirety of the Celosian ballroom. For but a fleeting second, the world had stilled, then dissipated into darkness. Eirene's memories of the night were murky, at best. She remembered the prancing of the children well enough, and the praise offered to Prince Hannibal for his natural talent with the waltz. What she remembered of the incident, however, was vague, and only a faint scar upon her temple remained as proof that it had ever occurred. Even still, the silhouette of an unfamiliar figure would forevermore elicit startled glances and a quiet, persistent wariness.

╔════ FROM THE CELOSIAN COURTS ════╗ ╚════ A CELEBRATION OF SPRING ════╝ FROM THE OFFICE OF The Imperial Chamberlain 17th of Dragon’s Roar D. C. XL. VII. H E E D , L E A L S O N S O F H O R E N ; IN THE SPIRIT OF THE FORTHCOMING Springtide, all denizens of the Empire are warmly invited to attend a gathering at the Imperial palace grounds for a day of lighthearted merriment and revelry. All who gather shall honor Saint Tara, the Patroness of Wilderness, and the beauty of our Creator’s earthly creations. ═════════════ 𖤓 ═════════════ I. A GARDEN GATHERING The Celosian Palace gardens at the height of Springtide. THE CELOSIAN PALACE GARDENS shall bear witness to a day of splendor, whereupon the youth of the Empire will partake in activities befitting the season. An egg hunt – intended to symbolize rebirth and new beginnings associated with the coming of Spring – will ensue foremost. Following the fabled egg hunt, all guests shall partake in a picnic feast amongst the flora in bloom, indulging in only the finest pastries and refreshments set forth in celebration of the season. Let all in attendance cherish the day and relish in it – not only for the sake of merriment, but for reflection; to cherish the fruits of Winter’s labors, and to give earnest thanks for the season made manifest in blossom. ═════════════ 𖤓 ═════════════ AVE IMPERIUM! ═════════════ 𖤓 ═════════════ Signed, Her Imperial Majesty, VALENTINÁ OF ASTURIAS, By the Grace of GOD, Sancta Imperatrix Mundi, Empress of Azuras and of all Mankind, forever August, Queen of Burgundy, Oren, Renatus, Marna, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, Seventis, Santegia, Mardon, Vandoria and the Westerlands, Duchess of the Crownlands, Avar, Cascadia, Aenus, Erochland, Grense, Helena, Istria, Kingston, Krajia, Middelan, Reutov and Sunholdt, Countess of Ager, Cantal, Carolustadt, Felsen and Rittersberg, Baroness of Dragonspeak and Senntisten, Defender of the Faith, Protector of All Men, Heartlanders, etcetera. Her Ladyship, EIRENE MARENO, Ward of the Celosian Court and Lady of Myrine ═════════════ 𖤓 ═════════════

A young courtier perused the publishing with a dour, bandaged expression. Thrice had she been mentioned by name in these pamphlets. Her brow quirked at that newly acquired epithet - the people's princess - and huffed out a dry, weary laugh. Thereafter, Eirene tucked away the pamphlet from prying eyes, folding it into the worn pages of some book she'd read many times before.

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Eirene heeded the words of her mother, the Princess Myrine, and turned to arrange a bouquet for the royal couple with haste. She knew not what her mother muttered beneath her breath, delicately plucking peonies from the nearby flowerbed. "Do you reckon Princess Livia is fond of peonies?"