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Long awaited by the people of Aaun, the day has finally come for their Sovereign to finally be coronated as King of Aaun. In line with royal tradition this momentous event will take place in the Basilica of Saint Alexander of Furnestock, however it will all begin at the Petra river with a baptism followed by a procession into the city where His Majesty will be officially crowned as King of Aaun. OFFICIAL TIMETABLE Baptism in the River Petra Commencing the ceremony, His Majesty will be re-baptized in the Petra River. The flowing nature of the river will represent the continuous, unbroken, line of succession. Following the baptism the party will proceed to the Basilica of Saint Alexander of Furnestock. The Coronation of the King Once the party has arrived at the Basilica the ceremony will take place, crowning Charles I as King of Aaun in a traditional manner. Johanian Festival Following the grandeur ceremony to crown King Charles the chapel will adjourn to the square where the subjects of Aaun may rejoice in honour of their new king. There will be drinks, feast, and entertainment provided. SIGNED, HER EXCELLENCY, Sophie of Provins Dowager of Susa, Chamberlain of the Royal Court of Aaun

"They shall conduct their business and we ours." mused the Dowager of Susa upon hearing of the nephilic response, lifting her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. "I don't know much of azdrazi or inferi anyhow-" she spat, her aged eyes squinting as she read still. "All the same to me."

A quickly sketched depiction of the Azdrazi. Just moments after the construction of New Vienne had concluded, Her Majesty’s first ever Royal Assembly of citizens was ambushed by a deranged lizard-kin. He sought to harm the royal ladies of House Alstion by throwing a javelin of malflame across the throne room. Luckily the women escaped with few injuries save Princess Anna Lucilla who is currently being treated. This beast roams the Heartlands, and likely the rest of Almaris, with little justice brought for such a crime. He could likely attack surrounding kingdoms next, seeking to do the same as he failed to do in Aaun. Take this as a warning to the people of Almaris, this beast is not to be trusted. Attached was a depiction of the lizard-kin in his dragonic form; we are unaware of how he appears otherwise. HER EXCELLENCY, Lady Sophie of Provins, Dowager of Susa & Chamberlain Aaun THE MOST HONOURABLE, Lady Guinevere Lucia Margravine of Velen

An aged Therasia Kortrevich walked about, who had actually seen the city paused her stride to comment: "They only reconstructed parts of the crumbled city. The lack of a new construction doesn't warrant an entirely new name." she educated the ill-informed reader. "You ought to visit!" she grinned, continuing along on her stride thereafter.

The Lord of Alba circa. 1901 Although he has held the title since 1897, following the wedding of the Lord of Alba and his bride Edith of Reinmar it is due time he be properly invested into his role- representative of their future responsibility as Crown Prince and Princess of Aaun. The ceremony, expected to be practiced for years following this one, will simply consist of His Majesty, the King, affirming his son’s position as Lord of Alba and subsequently Royal Heir of Aaun. Following this, Prince James will continue his work within the Aaunic government and will still be primed for his, one day, succession to the Royal throne. SIGNED, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Charles I of the House of Alstion, Prince of Alstion, Sovereign of the United Kingdom of Aaun, Duke of Corazon, and Protector of the Realm HER EXCELLENCY, Sophie of Provins Dowaver of Susa & Royal Chamberlain of Aaun

Sophie Pruvia, the Royal Chamberlain, skims over the document with critical eyes. "My nephew, finally to be wed." she commented to herself idly.

The Prince of Alstion arriving at Minitz. Circa 1903 INTRODUCTION Although the Kingdom’s capital has yet to be resurrected atop the ruins of old Vienne, it is still imperative the King address his people in a formal manner, thus the Itinerant Court of Aaun has been crafted under the supervision of its newly appointed Chamberlain. The purpose of the court is to document and cultivate the cultures of the Kingdom, alongside the traditional ceremonies carried out within such an establishment. For the time being the court shall remain small, filled with only a few quintessential positions to aid the Alstion Prince in his travels, the proceedings of court, and general upkeep. Due to the nature of the court, the major vassals of Aaun have been called upon to put forth some sort of representative. These representatives will act as assistants to the Chamberlain, assisting her in matters of respective vassal cultures, events, and organization of the court. Per prior discussion the first to fill this role as a representative of the County of Veletzia, and subsequently House Sarkozic, shall be Her Ladyship, the Countess consort of Veletzia. THE ROYAL HOUSEHOLD HRM Charles I Leopold, Prince of Alstion, King of Aaun @seannie HRM Eleanor of Provins, Princess consort of Alstion @valecu HRH Prince James Leopold, Lord of Alba, Heir to Aaun @LithiumSedai HRH Princess Charlotte Henrietta of Aaun @ErosTea HRH Prince Emil of Aaun, Duke of Balamena @gavyn HRH Princess Anna Lucilla of Aaun @gohliad HH Princess Sophia Adeline of Aaun, Duchess of Leone @Leyrin HH Prince Fernand Francis of Aaun *NOTE, those embossed with gold are in the direct line of succession for the Royal Crown of Aaun. STRUCTURE Chamberlain of the Household The Chamberlain of the Household is tasked with traveling alongside the King and Queen wherever the court travels. He must preside over the courts as a whole and manage the goings-on of the courtiers with the interests of the King. The Chamberlain is tasked with announcing and calling forth petitioners of the King at proceedings of court as well as overseeing the publications regarding cultures of the Kingdom alongside the heads of the respective cultures. Royal Almoner A priest appointed by the King, tasked with overseeing the prayers as the court travels as well as any Canonistic proceedings abroad. The Almoner must be skilled in Canonistic matters, and have the ability to give advice to the court through the eye of God. The King’s Guard The King’s Guard is composed of a select few of the Carolean Guard tasked with protecting the King and his court abroad. They must stand guard at all times, thus making them one of the few positions within the Itinerant Court with multiple occupants. Panatier A vital portion of the traveling court of Aaun is the cuisine, prepared by a person, who must be skilled in crafting recipes as well as making ones that have already been written. The Royal Panatier is tasked with preparing the food for the courtiers and His Majesty’s royal family. Royal Physician The Royal Physician is tasked with up-keeping the general health of His Majesty and the courtiers. He must be knowledgeable with herbs and the human form, for he will need to treat any injuries that are acquired whilst the court is traveling and when it’s stationary. Handmaids Historically a royal Handmaiden would stand alongside a fleet of other women just like herself to aid the Queen of the realm in day to day tasks, as well as serving food alongside the Panatier, and maintain general upkeep around the seat of the Royal Family. However, the Itinerant Court selects just a couple handmaidens to travel alongside the King and his party. A Handmaid's job is multifaceted still, since they are still tasked with upkeep of the party’s place of residence and aiding with day to day tasks of the court itself. SIGNED, HER EXCELLENCY, Sophie of Provins Dowager of Susa & Chamberlain of the Household HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Eleanor of Provins Princess consort of Alstion

Prince Charles I of Alstion and to-be Princess Eleanor of Provins c. 1901 After some years apart the Prince Charles of Alstion and his former bride Eleanor of Provins, see it fit to reunite themselves as husband and wife. The union will be one of lesser grandeur than one expected of such a pairing since it is to be their second wedding, although following the ceremony a feast, held at the Chapel of Saint Ottomar of Merryweather, will take place to celebrate the union. TIMETABLE The Union of Hawthorne and Lotus Per the distinct culture of the king’s to-be bride, the ceremony itself is to be sprinkled with Pruvian rites. Eleanor will proceed down the aisle after dismounting a white steed- one she was likely gifted in childhood, then along with Pruvian culture, she will spill valerian powder for the newly wedded couple to walk atop. This signifies a long union between them and brings good luck to the couple. A Grand Feast at Merryweather Following directly after the wedding the party will adjourn to the Corwinsburg where a feast shall be served. A freshly hunted boar alongside a traditional assortment of vegetables to celebrate the union. Signed, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Charles I Alstion, Prince of Alstion, Sovereign of the United Kingdom of Aaun, Protector of the Realm HER EXCELLENCY, Lady Eleanor Pruvia of Provins HER LADYSHIP, Sophie of Provins, Dowager of Susa OOC Date: Wednesday 14, 5pm EST

Royal Hounds in Pursuit of a Stag. circa. 431 ES The turning of leaves, accompanied with a sharp bite of cold in the already crisp Haeseni air signifies the change of summer into Autumn, and with such a change emerges unsuspecting wildlife from the forests. On the fifth day of the year 451 ES, the people of Karosgrad are beckoned to join one another in a week of merriment just outside the city’s edge where they may, at the week’s end, venture into the forest in search of the Stag or whatever it is that lurks within those trees. T I M E T A B L E Jula ag Piov (Thursday Nov. 10th @ 4:00 PM EST) The people of Karosgrad are welcomed with open arms into Camp Keldra for a beginning day of drinking and festivities. Each noble family will have this time to settle into their respective tents, and greet the Royal Family at theirs prior to the festival. The festival will include dances, contests of strength and drinking, and a race on horseback. All of the events are to span over the day, with plenty of time to mingle throughout. Vzmey ag Hyff (Friday Nov. 11th @ 5:30 PM EST) On the second day of this autumnal festival all members are asked to join the hunting party and venture into the woods in search of the wild boar that roam the woods of Vidaus. However, the members of the party are urged to perform this task with the utmost seriousness, since this is to be their feast the following day. Grona ag Droba (Saturday Nov. 12th @ 4:00 PM EST) Finally the day has come for the party to feast. Those staying at Camp Keldra are invited to feast at the conclusion of the week’s festivities. There are to be drinks, music, dancing, and of course the game from the prior day prepared to perfection. [[the event will span over three ooc days, starting on Thursday November 10th and ending on Saturday November 12th]] SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Princess Vivienna Adelaide of Oren Her Serene Highness, Princess Royal Analiesa Josefina of Haenseti-Ruska, Duchess of Karosgrad Her Ladyship, Lady Adelajda vas Ruthern of Vidaus His Grace, Aleksandr var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus, Count of Metterden, Baron of Rostig, Lord of Druzstra and Protector of the South

"What a beautiful collection.." commented Vivienna as she viewed the artwork.

HIRAETH ♪♫♪ The youthful hues of Vivienna Adelaide traced up ivory walls. Ivory walls that had seemed to have faded to gray a bit whilst the rain tapped atop the roof of the castle. Her view of the place had changed since she could remember some time ago. She walked the solemn halls now, a place she seldom left as a child, she was now never to return to. She could almost feel the presence within the halls that had once been bustling with courtiers, though with a sharp turn of her head the imagined rustles of passer-byers dissipated into the cold air of Castle Stassian. Her hand rose as she continued on, the empty halls seemingly growing longer as she trudged onward, her fingers tracing the lines along the wall as she passed them by. For one last time she climbed the stairs leading to her room, the steps seeming even higher than they’d ever been. Her gaze shifted as she reached the landing, her eyes glancing down the hall opposite her own before pushing herself through the threshold into the Royal Quarters. The girl sat first, slowly allowing herself to lay atop her neatly made bed. Her eyes, peering through the slats of her room divider at the wall across. Her form sat completely still, a sensation built up within her. A slight pinch from within her nose prior to the cascade of tears from her eyes and down her face. Her eyes closed then, the darkness of her eyelids flooded with bright memories of her childhood- of her mother. Once more her eyes opened, and those memories were washed away like sand on a beach. All that was left was the overbearing silence of her room, only broken by the heavy breaths of the child resting atop of covers.

The Princess Vivienna prepared her mourning silks reluctantly.

The Princess Vivienna sat solemnly in her room, her brother having broken the somber news to her moments prior. The youth, having just returned from a rather rebellious stunt and confessing such to her gathered siblings, felt as if this was no one's fault but her own. She had told the universe of her hatred for the war and her subsequent imprisonment within the Castle Stassian, and it returned the energy in the form of her father's sickness. She felt guilt for the King's bedridden state, and translated such in quite sobs under the cloak of night, only heard if one were to press one's ear against her bedroom door.

ANNO DOMINI 1874 —— Under the watchful eye of King Frederick I the union of Sir Aleksandr Basrid, Count of Susa and Lady Sophie Pruvia has come to be. On the fourteenth day of the month of Sun’s Smile the pair were joined in a traditional Campagnois wedding- in the forest of Mardon, under the privacy of the Pruvian woods in which their sacred wedding rite is usually held -with dynasts from both families and the bride’s niece and nephew acting as a flower girl and ring bearer respectively. The pair recited their nuptial vows under an arch of sacred hawthorn blooms, the wedlock overseen by the Cardinal Albarosa. The prepared rings were then bestowed to each of the two and the small gathering in attendance bestowed their excitement for the newlyweds. The bride then spilled the Valerian powder from her chalice onto the floor, in accordance with Campagnois culture, allowing her new husband to lead her across and through the few pews of people gathered to view their sacred union. Henceforth, she shall never practice another of her customs again, for her efforts will be in the tradition of the rhenyari. May god bless their union with fruit and joy. —— BY PROVIDENCE, TRH The Count of Susa, Sir Aleksandr Basrid TRH The Countess consort of Susa, Lady Sophie of Provins WITH ASSISTANCE FROM, Her Excellency, The Lady Privy Seal

Sophie Pruvia, a woman who had thought herself of the most rebellious and rambunctious of courtiers at the Aster Court stood in shock as the false Empress was shot down only meters away from where she stood. The Pruvian froze in place, unable to react as her two successors in the race for the former Prince of Providence's hand crumbled before one another. For once she couldn't formulate a single thought, or a single word- she was only silence as the Empyre fell and the Kingdom of Oren rose to its rightful place.

"This man really does ruin every woman he touches..." murmured Sophie to her newest Basridi friend ( @sunflowerist ) , her lips curling in a grin as a laugh escaped her lips.

"If 'Emperor' Peter is so worthy of all this support then he ought to say something himself..." scoffed Sophie Pruvia. "He really is a child is he not?" she called out to no one in particular..

"Slay." commented Fenika Ruthern to her sister. @veganwalmart

A Field of Thorns The flowers that had been only a tight bud days ago sprung open, already beginning to don a deeper blush of fuschia. From beneath the rain-washed earth, rose the gaily dancing flowers of summertime. A bundle of sprightly roses adorn the complexion of a certain carmine and cherry hue - resembling that of an oozing sunset on a temperate summer's day. Each pristine petal embosomed around the rose bud, protective of its saccharine center. Fenika outstretched her fastidious fingers to connect with the lustrous carmine petals, a vibrant and ebullient grin etching itself upon her unique features. With orbs of tranquil river waters, in glossy serenity, her buoyant aura seeped into the summer breeze. A bounce transpired within her feet as locked ultramarine eyes landed upon the many beauties of nature. The butterfly, flower of the sky, danced by in a whirl of color. She was born to fly from her cocoon, to bring a beauty so delicate into the warming summer air. As sweet as the nectar she sought, she raised her wings as an organic clock, each flutter a moment until her time of rest. The sweetness of cherry blossoms and the caramel soft scent of flowers in the atmosphere only further highlighted Fenika’s accentuated childlike manner, the fine-drawn footsteps of the girl speeding up as she continued to run through what seemed like miles and miles of pure pollen. Fenika felt the rush of jubilation, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left her almost limp. A cold shiver relentlessly weaved its way down the Ruthern’s spine as she ran her bony hands through the flowing florals of the field. A certain rose bud scowled at her – its mouth opened wide. Never had a few moments deliberation seemed like an eternity as Fenika felt her consciousness ebbing away, and her thoughts, as clear and concise as they were mere moments ago, were coming to a halt. The once familiar and comforting surroundings struck her as if forcing themselves against her weak body – throwing the Ruthern backwards into the heap of pollen. Subsequently, Fenika could feel the dysphoria, the consequence of stumbling into the thick field of stalks. Heart thumping as if it would bombard veins to bloody mess and lungs swollen up like an over-filled balloon. With vigorous struggle, her vision did falter then, the hues of a more matured and inky stranded woman coming into focus. The figure's footsteps echoed sharply around the field, sounding overly deafening in her own ears, almost like the booming heartbeat of a condemned prisoner. On the top was flawless skin and orbs that shone luminously - making Fenika drawn to this aura. Countenance struck forth unto that foreign landscape ahead of her, the figure edging closer and closer to the helpless Ruthern. It uttered a chant of words, its comprehensibility becoming more indistinct and distorted. The inky woman stood over her, voicing unintelligible words, growing more and more violent by the second. She went on and on until it was silence, the figures flowing dark locks overtaking all that was around them until it was nothing. Fenika’s ultramarine hued orbs unbolted like two flashlight beams, the new temporal inserts providing enough light to illuminate whatever she locked upon. The abundance of gaily dancing flowers of summertime had vanished like it was never tangible in the first place, as if the whole thing had been a visual hysteric. Her perspiring palms outstretched, rather rapidly striking to meet with the paleness of the Ruthern’s visage. What had transpired within her dainty mind yesterday was already surely fading from memory. It had been words she was sure of, but now that they were truant she felt herself begin to alleviate. The only thing left within the grasps of her clammy hands rested a vigorous sense of burden and responsibility, the pureness of Fenika’s childlike aura diminishing until there was seemingly nothing left to hold onto.

The gaunt finger of the 'Shining Example', Sophie Pruvia, skimmed over the memoir with critical gaze. The fasting woman let out a weak laugh as she read on, her eyes narrowing on the mention of her own name, A shining example.. she echoed as her finger tapped her desk. She imagined herself as the light from a candle; the flame that sat atop the pillar of wax waved in the wind unrelenting. Though the courage and pride the fiery Provinois youth once had was snuffed out by the celebrations of others. It seemed like only yesterday she sat across from her mother and sister as they spoke to Empress Anastasia I.. -x- Is there anything else you wish to ask me? asked the Empress, her grey eyes flickering about to each of the Pruvians. For my sister, Sophie, we wish to betroth her. To your son, The Prince of Providence. Spoke her sister then. The youngest of the Madames de Provins perked up then, her brows raised as the thought of such had only been a whisper until now. Her biggest dreams and ambitions uttered into fruition simple as that. All she had to say was Hm... -x- Months later a new woman had seemingly materialized from no where. It wasn't only the her Pruvian competition who'd taken notice of such, but many others of the courts as the rumors spread like wild fire in the Aster Hall. Her candle had been put out by her Basridi foe. The Fiery Pruvian shined no more.

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

Sophie trembles. [reserved]

"Oui, I will be exceptional." beamed Sophie, taking the missive in her own hands then. The youth's eyes scanned the names, pausing a few times as she mumbled to herself.

Under Emperor Simon Pruvia Novellen, Princess Sophie Clementine rejoices! @VeganWalmart

From the fiery depths of the nether a blue-eyed Othaman listened in as claimants came forth and bridges were burnt. Her endless torture only made worse by the false Empress' shrieks, blending with the screams of those at her sides. The mind of the woman was allowed to wander for only a second, thinking back to the day she'd thought herself to have expelled the woman from the empire with the swipe of her blade across the neck of her strongest ties. It shocked her that the woman had returned, after she fled from the face of her greatest challenge, how could she face the Empire in her own hands?