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“Oh!” exclaimed Sophie of Provins, tugging at her sister’s sleeve as she held the missive within her hand. @VeganWalmart

Sophie of Provins scoffs, "How far can one stray from GOD. The Emperor and Empress remain close to Him and often we pray to our one and only GOD." she shook her head, reading over the letter at her mother's side. "To tell Their Imperial Majesties they're not right to hold their title when he does nothing but the Haeseni king's bidding.." mused the Deputy Director of Civil Affairs.

“Hmph…” huffed the red haired Pruvian teen. Her critical gaze scanning over the war missive, a subject she’s found herself particularly intrigued by due to recent events. The girl’s lips curl into a grin as she ponders the idea of the Haeseni armies joining the non-canonist half men against the Holy Empire expelling a laugh from the girl whilst she sat the missive aside.

Therasia skips about the palace with the crablings.

Sophie knelt at her bedside, or what was left of her packed up bed chamber, her hands clasped together as her elbows rested atop the red-dressed bed. The youths mouth moved slightly, barely even whispering as her eyes were held tightly shut. “I love GOD, and uhmm thank you for what you’ve given me.” she managed out, her eyes hesitantly opening one at a time as she concluded her very short prayer.

Within the Provins youth built something heavy, her brows knitting together as her eyes were caught by the pink clothing of a familiar face. The youth's face flushed with red as she clung to her aunt's side, her eyes welling up with tears as she spotted the young Princess in the midst of the mess.

Sophie's tear-stricken face looked upon the bishop from the church, her words shaky as she was far to overwhelmed to have any real thoughts in the moment.

yes!! a conversation that needs to be had.. very well spoken.

♪♫♪ A noble steed stood above the sunken and wet ground of almaris, the breath of such a stallion visible by the bitter cold that surrounded it and it’s rider. Atop such a beast sat a woman, her long black cloak wafting in the wind as she too exhaled just as the horse she sat atop did, the breath rising into the air as if she’d a cigar between her lips, albeit there was no such cheroot. However as a bit of news was brought to the Lady a faint grin found its way upon her lips, something that hadn’t been present in quite some time, “Ah..” she hummed, her brows raising. “I do fear for what they’ve returned to..” she murmured, beginning off to meet her own son at his estate. @Ticklem0nster At the Provins Estate a red-haired youth threw a few dresses into a bag, her eyes filled with tears. Downstairs her sisters and mother bustled about for some reason unbeknownst to her, instead she hadn't thought a single time about all that had happened, instead she took the small bag of clothes and belongings and threw it out her window and onto the patio. She stormed down the stairs, sneaking past her family, and making her way to retrieve the luggage from the ground. The youth drug the bag to meet with a friend of her's (@Herod), her countenance still weighed down with the bitter feelings of leaving home.

In the midst of a rather large move, the missing soldier's own wife, Lady Mary Othaman, hadn't noticed the S.O.S. transmission sent from the missing's island. Along with a few other papers of her prior tenure as Governor. Albeit their marriage was anything but perfect, the woman mourned her missing husband with a simple sigh as she set up a small painting of the pair on their wedding night on her new desk at Cassia Hall.

JosefCringe.

"Tiaras?" exclaims the Lady Governor in bewilderment.

The newly born Sophie of Provins wails in a nearby room for her mother’s attention.

"Hmm" hums the Augustine Governor as she reads the thesis over, filing it away in a special drawer within her desk.

Therasia Kortrevich's mouth falls open as she reads the missive.

A black-haired woman lets out a sigh, sewing up a coat of sorts as the news is made public, unknowingly enjoying her last moments of blissful ignorance. [Reserved]

PLEASEEEEEE

Therasia lays a crystal at her bedside, for she'll need a good nights rest seeing as she wishes to party all night!

Mary sits silently within her palatial suite, her mind reverting back to a conversation she had with the Princess Imperial. Her words were kind and wise, aiding the young d'Arkent in her social season endeavors all those years ago. The exact words of the Countess Rosemoor escape Mary now though the impact she had, not only within the courts but in her political life as well, rung out in the woman's mind for hours. Even in conversation days later she still thought of the change the passed princess had created within the Empire.

Cosette pats her lap as she waits from the comfort of the keep's fine dining hall. She's treated with the utmost respect and is even offered luxurious teas and cakes from a nice masked man! @MannyMannyManny

closed!

Therasia sighs as she reads the missive with tired, unmarried eyes.

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"Hm.." hums Mary, her brows furrowing at the parchment. "Those d'Azors, perhaps more crooked than we thought, huh Coraline?" she trails off, her gaze shifting to her left- in the woman's eyes her younger sister sits by her, forever the child Mary remembers.

"OH MY GOD!" shouts Mary, nearly dropping her poolside martini!