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The woman let out a small laugh as she read the page, tucking her hair from her eyes. “It was an honour to fight alongside the rest of the Spears. To know we were able to save as many lives as we did, while outnumbered- It fills me with a great sense of pride. I have no doubt we will continue to do great things.” Elowyn then downed the rest of her celebratory ale, raising the empty mug in the air to alert her friend of a needed refill.

A young Amador lets out a very long sigh.

⪻────────𖤓────────⪼ ⪻────𖤓────⪼ [THIS POST CONTAINS SUICIDE, IF THAT IS A SENSITIVE TOPIC FOR YOU, DO NOT READ.] Everything had been fine when the heiress departed her home. A brief trip, two days’ time. When she’d departed, Lorelei had kissed her husband goodbye, hugged her daughters, and promised them a trip to the market when she returned to the Empire. A promise to be safe, and to visit the tailor to get little Erika her first real dress. But that trip would never happen. For when she returned to the keep of Rethel, it was quiet. “ I’m home, ” Her voice called, to no response. Only silence. Silence, and the sound of her heels echoed onto the marble flooring of the hall. The fire crackled, the swishing of her dress- Wood breaking. Her steps quickened. At the end of the hall, there stood her niece, her Aurelia. Not her daughter, but GOD, she loved her like she was. Her cloudy eyes were wide, her hand resting on her dagger. “ Ellie? Are you alright? ” The sound of tearing flesh broke her thoughts, and when her head turned to her right- What the hell is that thing? She couldn’t recognize what it was, just that it was a monster with… red hair. No. No, no, no. Her prosthetic eyes darted from the auburn beast to… her husband. Her Branimar, pinned to the floor of the gallery by giant claws. She did not have to be close to know- He was gone. Completely limp on the ground, unmoving, deaf to her heartbroken wails. The love of her life was dead. The only person who’d ever truly known her, gone before her eyes- And she could not have stopped it, even if she had tried. The rational part of her mind knew this. But her heart went back all those years, to when she’d nearly lost him the first time. Before she’d gotten the chance to tell him she loved him. The bandit had nearly taken his life that night. Talking in the garden, after her birthday ball, when Mitch and his boys showed up. They shot her, they nearly killed him. It was her idea to spend time in the garden that night, emboldened by the fresh air and a first love. Until Caz came to warn them- Too late. It was a miracle Branimar survived that night, and she vowed it would never happen again. She would love him, and protect him, until the end of their days. In some messed up way, she was right. It was too late. She knew from her heart pounding in her ears as she pulled his lifeless form to her chest, cradling him close as if it would bring him back. Back to her. Back to their daughters, back to their garden and their keep. But it didn’t. It didn’t do anything but stain her in blood that should never have been shed. She did not hear her niece, did not hear her daughter, nor the guards. She heard them, responded, but she did not hear beyond the ringing in her skull. All Lorelei wanted was to be alone. How horrible was that? Rather than mourn with her daughter, she wished to be alone. Her testimony was given, and she was dismissed. As she climbed the steps to her chambers, she felt no regret, no remorse. Only a sadness that she would never see her daughters grow, as her father had never seen her. But her mind was made up. That was the unfortunate thing about Lorelei. She was stubborn as the bull that graced the House crest. Stubborn until the end. Once everything she was leaving to her daughters was collected, she departed, climbing to the roof. When her feet left the gravel rooftop of the keep, her eyes fell shut. As the air flowed through her hair, her jewels, her gown, she felt a smile fall over her lips. For once in her life, she made a choice purely for herself. For once in her life, She was free. ⪻────────𖤓────────⪼ ⪻────𖤓────⪼

“I would be dead if not for him,” The Templar recounted to her husband, safe once more in the halls of her own home. “There were so many of them- If he hadn’t sacrificed himself, we all would have perished.” As she spoke, her fingers twirled the golden Lorraine resting around her neck, offering a silent prayer with each movement. Prayer for Aber’s soul and peace. And prayer that his sacrifice would not be in vain.

⥼──────⥽ A New Generation ⥼──────⥽ ISSUED BY, The Baronet of Rethel ❀ 30th of Owyn’s Light IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2033 ⥼──────⥽ ❀ ⥼──────⥽ FOR THE LINE OF ENSWERP CONTINUES TO FLOURISH. Within a year of their nuptials, Lorelei Amelya and Branimar Leopold have been blessed with their first child earlier this month. Despite her ladyship’s illness and distress during pregnancy, both she and the child have survived, and are currently recovering. May all keep in their thoughts and prayers lady Lorelei Amelya, and the grand heir of Rethel KATERINA MARA ENSWERP @Vic. Despite having one poor leg- similar to her mother at birth- a seeming blindness in her right eye, and a stripe of white hair, the young Katerina has proven lively, bouncing back quickly from the harshness of childbirth. With her deep brown curls and father’s eyes, the gem of Rethel has shown strength beyond her age, despite her physical disabilities. ONCE HER LADYSHIP AND THE CHILD HAVE FULLY RECOVERED, A private baptism will be held in the chapel of Rethel for close friends and family alike to celebrate the birth and life of the grand heir, and the survival of the heiress. The Lady Lorelei Amelya, and her newborn daughter, 2033 ⥼────────────────⥽ ❀ ⥼────────────────⥽ HER LADYSHIP, LORELEI AMELYA ENSWERP Heiress to the Baronet of Rethel HIS LORDSHIP, BRANIMAR ENSWERP Heir-Consort to the Baronet of Rethel

that’s my emperor hell yeah

considering that is discrimination based on homophobia yeah dude probably

gay marriage in canonism next?

A very gnarly looking pigeon arrives with the invite- Having clearly been through Hell and back to find Lotharia and the former Duchess.

⥼──────⥽ A Union of GOD ⥼──────⥽ ISSUED BY, Lorelei Amelya of Enswerp ❀ 24th of Harren’s Folley IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2031 ⥼──────⥽ ❀ ⥼──────⥽ FOR A LONG-AWAITED UNION WILL FINALLY BE WITNESSED. For many years now Lady Lorelei Amelya and Branimar Vanir courted one another, their friendship having first blossomed in the later years of childhood. As they came of age that companionship bloomed into a truest love, one that has overcome great hardship, war, injury, and strife. The strength of this union has been tested, and found to be stronger than all which tried to break it. Now, after duty has kept them too long from marriage, the Heir of Rethel shall wed her betrothed upon the rolling hills that will soon hold their family home. All the realms of men are invited to share in the joy of this union, and to celebrate the blessing that is love, prevailing over tragedy. AFTER THE CEREMONY UPON THE HILLS OF RETHEL HAS CONCLUDED, All in attendance will be invited to drink and dine with the newlyweds, and to make new connections with both their fellow guests, and the Lords and Ladies of Rethel. A contest of marksmanship shall be held during this reception for those looking to take in the mountain air, with a prize of a hundred and fifty mina for the archer who can strike their target most cleanly. [FRIDAY, JUNE 6TH, 8PM EST] [THE BARONET OF RETHEL, KINGDOM OF BURGUNDY: 1435, 108, -478] ⥼────────────────⥽ ❀ ⥼────────────────⥽ Formal Invitations are extended to, HIS HOLINESS, HARRENTZEDEK I, HIGH PONTIFF OF THE CHURCH OF THE CANON, AND HIS FAITHFUL PEDIGREE HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, TIBERIAS I, EMPEROR OF MAN, AND HIS IMPERIAL PEDIGREE THEIR ROYAL HIGHNESSES, HENRIK I AND SUNNHILD ADELAIS, PRINCEPS AND CONSORT OF IVORIA, AND THEIR ROYAL PEDIGREE HIS PRINCELY HIGHNESS, ERWIN BARCLAY, PRINCE IN REINMAR, AND HIS ROYAL PEDIGREE HIS PRINCELY HIGHNESS, COENRAD VAN AERT, PRINCE OF BLACKVALE, AND HIS ROYAL PEDIGREE HIS PRINCELY HIGHNESS, CASSIUS MARENO, PRINCE OF MYRINE, AND HIS ROYAL PEDIGREE HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, LOTHAR CASIMIR, PRINCE OF LOTHARIA, AND HIS ROYAL PEDIGREE THEIR HIGHNESSES, CECILY AND EDWARD I, DUCHESS AND DUKE OF ALBA, AND THEIR ROYAL PEDIGREE HER HIGHNESS, ADRIAN D’ASTURIA, DUKE OF ASTURIAS, AND HIS ROYAL PEDIGREE HIS GRACE, ALLERICK ROSTOVA, DUKE OF EREDMAR, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS GRACE, SIEGMUND LUDOVAR, DUKE OF KVASZ, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS GRACE, FREDERICK MARNA, DUKE OF MARNA, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS GRACE, DUNCAN BARUCH, DUKE OF VALWYCK, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE THE MOST HONOURABLE, ROGER DE ROUEN, MARGRAVE OF DRUSCO, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE THE MOST HONOURABLE, KONSTANTIN VON AUGUSTEN, MARGRAVE OF SCHWYZ, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, ELIS AMAURY, COUNTESS OF RHOSWOOD, AND HER NOBLE PEDIGREE THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, PETER ROVARE, COUNT OF STIRLAND, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS LORDSHIP, ISTVAN IVANOVICH, BARON OF BASRAB, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS LORDSHIP, JOSEF GALAHAR, BARON OF GHASTENWALD, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS LORDSHIP, ARTURAS WHITEWOOD, BARON OF SILASIA, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS LORDSHIP, GASPARD WINBURGH, BARON OF THE ISLES, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS LORDSHIP, LEONID OTHAMAN, BARON OF VALLES, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, TAR-ANORHIL ARTHALION, KING OF NUMENDIL, AND HIS ROYAL PEDIGREE HIS GRACE, MATEUSZ SARKOZIC, DUKE OF ADRIA, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS GRACE, SIR THERIN TEMESCH OF THE PETRA, ARCHDUKE OF THE COMMONWEALTH OF THE PETRA, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE THE FAITHFUL CITIZENRY OF THE EMPEROR OF MAN AND HER ALLIES Personal Invitations are extended to, THE DAME, LORELEI MAIRI ALSTION-ENSWERP, BARONETESS OF RETHEL, AND HER NOBLE PEDIGREE THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, CAPRIC AND CAMERON REINHOLD, COUNT AND CONSORT OF ANAIRGRID, AND THEIR NOBLE PEDIGREE THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, MATTEA ASADHA TEMESCH OF THE PETRA, COUNTESS OF THE PHOENIXSPIRE, AND HER NOBLE PEDIGREE HER LADYSHIP, NADYA HELOISE BARBANOV-BIHAR, HESIR OF THE KAROSLUND, AND HER NOBLE PEDIGREE HER LADYSHIP, AMELYA ROSE ALSTION, DOWAGER QUEEN OF AAUN, AND HER NOBLE PEDIGREE HER GRACE, ESFIR ARTEMISA D'ARKENT, DUCHESS EMIRITUS OF SUNHOLDT, AND HER NOBLE PEDIGREE MISTER AND MISSUS, LEOPOLD DE BAR AND ELIZABETH VANIR MISSUS, MARA VANIR ⥼────────────────⥽ ❀ ⥼────────────────⥽ HER LADYSHIP, LORELEI AMELYA ENSWERP Heiress to the Baronet of Rethel HIS LORDSHIP, BRANIMAR VANIR

Laughing at something Artel had said across from him, it takes Wilford a moment to register Theoderic’s approach. As soon as he does, he stands. “T’ere ye are, ye ol’ bastard!” He welcomes with a grin, giving the war hero a clap on the shoulder as he moves to sit back down. “Had me t’inkin’ ye were ne’er gonnae make et.” And the dealer deals, and the dead drink together as they had years ago.

RP NAME: Cathryn Anastasiya von Theonus IGN: mothsthetic EVENT: Both

Lorelei Amelya wept. She had not known the Good King well, but she respected him greatly. His wife was a kind woman, both of them had only ever been kind to the Heiress and her family. As she sat in the campsite where her family’s keep was to be built, the young woman wept. For she knew Humanity had lost a great warrior, and an even better man.

A vow made, a vow kept. Wilford remains by his husband's side in eternity, as he always said he would.

A Templar looks at her starsteel blade, her brow furrowing slightly as she contemplates the new name. "...Nah. It'll never catch on."