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  1. THE MATRIMONY OF PRINCESS ANNA & COUNT SIGISMOND Penned by the Princess Anna & Duchess Austina C. 1909 After many months of engagement, it is a great joy for the Royal House of Alstion and the Comital House of Varoche to announce the union of the King’s youngest daughter, Princess Anna Lucilla of Aaun, and Sigismond, the Count of Varoche. ~-+-~ Itinerary THE ESPOUSAL The nuptials will commence in the sacred walls of the Basilica of Saint Alexander of Furnestock within the capital, Vienne. The Bride to be will be preceded by three flower girls, three bridesmaids and guided to the altar by her father, King Charles of Aaun. As the girls pass the pews, flower petals will be sprinkled and as Princess Anna reaches the end of the aisle she will be handed off to the bridegroom symbolically. After such, they will be wed by His Holy Eminence, Pontain IV. THE EXCHANGE Thereafter, all will be asked to exit the Basilica to follow the newly weds on horseback to the Duchy of Adria where Count Sigismond resides. All are encouraged to ride freely and join the couple as they experience their first journey as married folk. THE ENJOYMENT The celebration shall continue in Adria with a clearing made in the forest past St. Emalyne Castle. Festive bunting shall be hung from tree to tree with a large oak table cut that morn for guests to dine in. A brief speech will be recited by the couple and then gorgeous dishes designed by the Varoche children will be served to those in attendance. ~-+-~ Invites Those with special invitations to this merry occasion include; His Royal Highness, Charles, King of Aaun, and his royal pedigree @seannie The Comital Family of Varoche His Grace, Heinrik, Duke of Adria, and his noble pedigree @Beamon4 The Right Honorable, Jan, Count of Vaska, and his noble pedigree @Optimus420 His Lordship, Stefan, Baron of Eulersburg, and his noble pedigree @Gaja His Lordship, Robert, Lord of Ruland, and his noble pedigree @Norgeth His Princely Grace, Ottomar, Prince of Merryweather, and his noble pedigree @Ramon His Grace, Leon, Duke of Minitz, and his noble pedigree @GoodGuyMatt The Right Honorable, Louis, Margrave of Haute-Epine, and his noble pedigree @rep2k The Right Honorable, Guinevere, Margravine of Velen, and her noble pedigree @Marshi The Right Honorable, Jan, Count of Warsovia, and his noble pedigree @Olox_ Her Ladyship, Cosima, Viscountess of Hohengarten, and her noble pedigree @Frank_Dog The Royal Family of Balian @Shmeepicus The Archduchess of the Petra @tilly SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Princess Anna Lucilla of Aaun His Grace, Sigismond Varoche Count of Varoche
  2. Somewhere in the eastern regions of Almaris lays a copy of these wise sayings, annotated to death, inevitably to be sealed into a notebook of philosophical ramblings and eclectic findings.
  3. Anna of Alstion, from her born place amidst the monotonous heartlands, studies over the text for the fourth time that wintry evening. And while perhaps she was not quite there yet, a yearning for meaning and an uncertainty on life assured that soon enough she very well could be.
  4. Anna Lucilla, under alias as the pitiful 'Anna von Provins', sulked from her corner of the cell. "This is dreadful." The woman lamented to the Daelish handmaid at her side, almost in deadpan fashion. @Axelu
  5. i’m all for this and i’m all in for no hubs and making the map a living and thriving atmosphere, really pleased with everything i’ve just read
  6. A Falcone girl; Somewhere, some lowly evening by some water, thought to the past. To all of the moments shared between her Papa and herself and how no matter the circumstance, he always made her feel.. "Bellissima.." Carlotta hushed into the cold sky, allowing for it to swim elsewhere with the open breeze - and to wherever he may lead her next..
  7. Princess Claudia weeps and weeps and weeps.
  8. A certain flaming-haired Lady Chamberlain cracks a smile with a crazed glint in her eye. “What an exceptional young woman,” she then regards of the grand mistress von Preussens once concluded with her daily readings, “So detailed in her ventures for the court.”
  9. The now not so young Rosina Helvets paralleled a younger Owyn in that moment; her heart hardened and her cheeks no longer stained with familiar tears. For as much death as she had experienced in her life, this surely had to hit her the hardest. And, in that moment, perhaps her mind was elsewhere. With Andrea, her mother, her father, her aunt, and now finally her beloved uncle who raised her. Only nineteen and yet here she stood with the blankest expression of them all - for this world had done nothing but tease her with the love of a family, all too quickly taken from her once more.
  10. The happenings of the Stassion court; Vol I 5th of Sigismund’s End, 1872 “Their Majesties at Promenade” by Rosina Helvets, 1870 FOLLOWING the ascension of the King and Queen to the Orenian throne, and thus the court workings under a state of reimagination and improvement once more, the Queen Vivienne deems it fit for the establishment and introduction of the Queen’s Gazette. It will focus primarily on happenings and the changing fashion of society. While her majesty does not partake in authoring this newsletter, it is wholly dedicated to herself as the leader of court workings and will be published in her name. Fashion as the very way we know it is now more prone to change than ever. In recent months, veils have come ever more into style, a continuation of the rise in hooded-styles we saw throughout the tenure of Empress Anastasia and her piety. While the hoods themselves seem to be fading out of general favor between ladies, we are also beginning to see the decline of fitted bodices and corsets for the first time in a long period. Perhaps it is not yet appropriate to deem them as ‘out of style’, though their decrease is most certainly something to keep an eye on in the future for any ladies who wish to remain present in style. While royal purple overtook red as the color of the Empire, a dark and sophisticated fuchsia seems to be the mark of King Frederick’s reign, as seen on both the King and Queen in their respective wedding garb. The donning of necklaces, too, appears to be growing in popularity after a brief stint whence they were sparsely seen on Orenian women. The classics will likely always prevail, we find, and so a lady would do better picking a qualitative necklace than their most grand. The resurgence of lighter colored dresses is surely something of note, perhaps reminiscent of an era long passed, yet with the drastic change in silhouettes as of late it is assuredly a new era in itself. Also envogue; the draping of sleeves on the back portion of the hand so that only the front portion is left exposed. This can be achieved by using fabrics lighter in weight and less restricting at the seams. As for the men’s fashions, padding on the shoulders is IN. Usually leather or steel armory padding covered by the fabric of one's attire is the prevailing style, though in some cases it is seen to merely draw attention to the shoulders with solely structured fabric. Collars, too, have now weaseled their way into the styling of the men. Prominent but not overbearing is the way to go. -+- ENSEMBLE OF THE ISSUE Seen on Lady Adelheid Antonina Ivanovich neé von Preussens. As touched on briefly above, the ascension of Queen Vivienne as head of the Stassion Court indicates that significant changes will be made within the first five-or-so years at her station. Above all we can expect, due to Her Majesty’s austere nature, many altercations and refinements on the topic of royal etiquette. Words from courtiers even suggest court reforms are well under way, removing, adding, and altering a variety of different roles within it. Court was held by the Queen, in light of King Fredericks absence due to a sickness, and the Archchancellor on the 15th of Tobias’s Bounty, 1872. During which she regarded the court with a speech of merriment regarding the country. In addition, the March of Grodno was officially oathed with their peerage letters being published soon after the conclusion of the session. Most notably, when the floor opened to petitions, many witnessed the old Viscount Provins (prior to abdicating in favor of the cloth) stand before the Archchancellor and ask permission to settle in Oren. Considering Philip’s history during the Brother’s War, in which he attempted to swear fealty to the Emperor-pretender, this did not settle too well. In consequence he was dragged from the court by a number of guards with many attendees even claiming that his wife, the Lady Provins, hacked up a wad of spit into his face. Talk about estrangement. Queen Vivienne hosting a court session, 1872 Two years following the birth of the Princess Royal, the long awaited heir to the throne, Prince Frederick Aurelian of Oren, was born in the year 1871. The King and Queen are said to be elevated by the birth of their son and we can only hope that the new Prince of Providentia proves to encompass our passion for our country. Though, we cannot forget that alongside him did come a twin sister, little Princess Maxima Anastasia who is said to have quite the fondness for bumble bees! Palace courtiers have revealed that a market is in the works amongst event planners of the court. While little exact details have yet to be revealed, we can only assume that with the spectacularity of the carnival, we have much to anticipate. SIGNED, HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Vivienne of Savoy, Queen consort of Oren, forever August, Queen consort of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess consort of Ves, Duchess consort of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Countess consort of Mardon, Baroness consort of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera. THE HONORABLE, Rosina Helvets, Lady Chamberlain of the Stassion Court
  11. THE FACES OF VIENNE A missive of announcement by Rosina Helvets 20th of Owyn’s Flame, 1870 WORKING under commission from King Frederick I, court painter and established Orenian artist Rosina Matilde is delighted to announce the sculpting and construction of more than 20 busts and statues within the new city of Vienne to celebrate those who came before us; and the history of our Kingdom. Carved from stone or, in some cases marble, these statues dotted throughout Vienne are to personify the strong history of Oren, lest we forget, and the legacy that is to come after us. To pay tribute to those who paved the way, and to those who earned - through strife and hardships - their rightful places in history. So, without further ado, Rosina Helvets proudly presents the Faces of Vienne. See them for yourself in the locations marked below and more!
  12. SHARDS OF A RUBY Juliya supposes there was a time where she was able to glance upon her mirrored reflection with bliss and not with the urge to shatter said mirror into a hundred shards with one ageing fist. That time had now passed. “My Rose,” Her aunt Helena dotes upon her, as she did at the one of many summers spent at Rosemoor. Born only eight years earlier as Juliya Rose Basrid, all she truly knew was the love of her family and the glory of her Empire. She grew to be quite the cultured young lady, an aspiring poet with a burning love for not only her country but indeed the world and the many vast countries that occupied it. Elizabeth Anne, her grandmother and her greatest inspiration besides her father. At the time she was heading the legendary Rosemoor Bill. The Princess Imperial was a woman many women aspired to be and the young Juliya was no exception. To be a woman, Juliya thought even then, was to be graceful just as her grandmother. “Grandmother, are you not scared of getting older? Time never stops, it must be quite scary..” She remembers asking in her teenage years, the ageing imperial sitting beside her in the Augustine gardens. “You should not be afraid of time, my dear Rose, for it can bring great things. Like you, and your family. Without time I would not even have your father.” Juliya noticed that she did not mention the wrinkles. There was even pressure for that grace in her adolescence, a war in her mind to stay poised. The only way to ease said pressure, in her mind, was the title of Ruby. A tradition started by her own, of course she had felt it. Tireless work, physical-upkeep, jealousy and loathing, and the title was hers. Then she was truly a woman. She married young, perhaps that was her first mistake. Though not that she knew it. To be a princess, an estate on a hill with rolling cliffs for miles and rose bushes surrounding her, it was a dream. Her first son was born, and she loved him. After the birth is when she was truly able to fulfil her lifelong wish. Employed under the ministry of foreign affairs, she travelled tirelessly between Oren, Yong Ping and the Fakhr Oasis much to the dismay of her family at home. “You are selfish, Juliya,” remarked the Baron Carrington to her one particularly dramatic afternoon. She only wept for he was shouting. If it was selfish for her to enjoy her life in the sandy desert, then so be it! She was selfish. Of course she would never admit it, but she knew of her selfishness. How her family, her child, longed for her back home. But how could she go home now? But she did. No more of the colourful oasis, the joyous people and the exotic animals. The stone of Providence was where she was summoned. She thought it would be alright, at first, giving birth to three more children though she knew it would never last. Even the walls of Aldersberg now began to suffocate her just as the city did. Mid-thirties and, with the death of her father and muse, she remarked quite morbidly to her husband that her time was running out. One grey hair, even, was enough to keep her inside for days. As age came so did her obsession to stay young. She was ungrateful, undoubtedly so. Often complaining to her confidants that her life was falling to pieces, how she felt unloved by her husband. How spoilt, they must’ve thought to themselves. In her mind, she was no longer that ruby or that budding rose. But what was she without that? “Perhaps that is why you favour Georgiana, in your own words, for she encaptures quite the beauty a youthful woman is able to keep.” A doctor questions to the Basridi princess, ordered to the Aldersberg estate by her husband after her most recent spur of melancholia. “Think carefully, Juliya. If she was not so beautiful - or youthful - would you love her any less than you do? Even in the slightest?” Only a few months later, the sickness that had plagued her firstborn daughter since birth at last claimed her. Georgiana Maria had passed. Many more bouts of melancholy and public meltdowns in Providence pubs, salons, and boutiques and it became conspicuous to all that her daughter was the last string holding Juliya together. No longer would she engage with her dear husband, nor her remaining children. Bedridden, melancholic, unresponsive. Mad. Perhaps, in some sick way, what really died with Georgiana was not the love of a daughter, but the timeless obsession with beauty and youth that lived through her. And if that were true, cue a bath filled with rose petals. One for melodrama, always, a glass of red wine in one hand and two razors in the other, she would not make it to see morning. The rose had wilted, and wilted was Juliya Rose. An announcement on behalf of the County of Aldersberg. It is with great upset that we may publicly announce to the citizens of Orenia that the Countess Aldersberg, Princess Juliya Rose, has passed peacefully in her sleep due to unforeseen circumstances. We ask that respects may be paid wholly during a mourning period so as not to disrupt regularities. We also ask for our apologies to be heard as the family of Novellen-Aldersberg undergo their own period of mourning. Rest in peace. 1808 - 1860 HIH, George Alexander, Count of Aldersberg HL, Edward Clement
  13. A young Rosina Helvets babbles to her brother mindlessly, drawing Kaedreni roses around the edges of the esteemed newspaper and an unproportionate heart around the depiction of her now famed sister.
  14. Rosina Matilde Livia Helvets, born with blood on her own two hands. Never was she privileged enough to feel the maternal embrace of her mother, and yet the irony is, while her father was still alive she had never truly felt the embrace of his own either. "Orphan's at a mere two years of age." She heard servants around Cheval Hall observe. Of course, she did not understand. "Heartbreaking." Though she would not remember in these years to come how it felt to watch her father self-destruct, but in those very moments perhaps she would come to understand the feeling that she was unloved. All her memories of her father were to be from her earliest drawings. The duke - angry, a sword yielded to an assailant, as he explained it to her, and yet on that very paper was a space devoid of life. Nobody was there. Her pupils dilate, now, as she watches her older sister and a nanny from the doorway, illuminated by the wintery-warmth of a blazing fire. "Lady Andrea, you are to be the Duchess of Cathalon come morning."
  15. Juliya of Susa, having only just made her hasty departure from an Orenian wine tasting event, now buried her face into her hands. "Not one, but two of my brothers having now gone quite mad.." The highly emotional Basrid stands from her seat, declaring; "Hashok!" with an upset grimace.
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