TaytoTot

"Oh mea godan, zhat's eam!" Dame Monika pointed to herself.

Dame Monika knelt down next to Atticus as she witnessed the Queen take her last breath. Her gauntlet firmly patted his shoulder, offering him her comforts in any way she had known how. "Long live the Queen,"

Dame Monika gasped as she read the missive! “Oh, poor Helene.” She shook her head and set out to find the teen!

32 minutes ago, Gilded Quill said:

A scene of discord unfolded as Prince Paul of the Petra found himself embroiled in a heated exchange with his daughter, Lady Helene-Olympe. Witnesses recount a distressing moment as the Duke of Valfleur, in a display unbecoming of his station, was seen to raise his hand against his own flesh and blood. Such unsavory conduct casts a shadow upon the esteemed House of Valfleur, leaving us to ponder the depths of familial strife behind closed doors...

Dame Monika's jaw drops as her eyes read the missive. "Oh, nie" The Dame quickly sets off to give the poor child her comfort!

A Waldenian woman waited on the other side, her arms extended towards Audrina as she crossed. "Du are home nov, kinder." Her mother, Annette, spoke in her usual sweet tone, leading her on.

“Zhats ein lot uh names.” Monika commented as she looked over the guest list, rolling her eyes as they gazed at a specific name.

you can never take schizo rp away from me!!!

Therese von Theonus gets a little too excited for the tournament and begins to practice on the Ur board in Vissingren!

Monika’s face dropped as she read the missive. “Vhat? Ea- ea have to go visit him!” She exclaimed, rushing over to Aaun, hoping to find him there.

Laethor Drakon scoffs as he reads the missive. “Oh, please. This can’t be, can it?” 

Annette von Theonus wishes that someone will finally spell her name right from the skies.

Monika - They're cute lol
Therese - She wants to be really powerful and thus needs the most maxed out team she can get (i was too lazy to find the proper sprites for mega mewtwo x, mega rayquaza and primal groudon)
Ventys - They just finda fit the vibe

On this Saint’s Day, an incident was brought to the attention of the Knights of the Petrine Laurel by Lady Adelheid Halcourt. She stated that she had stumbled across a deceased individual when going on her usual route. In response, myself and Princess Rowena embarked into the mines to investigate. We found bloody footprints fleeing the scene. Deep in a cavern, laid a man of white hair with multiple stab wounds. The identity of the deceased remained obscured, rendering discernment of any distinguishing features unattainable.

Should anyone have information, I humbly request a letter be sent my way.

Signed,

Dame Monika Aleksiya von Augusten

‘The Devoted’ Knight of the Petrine Laurel

IGN: TaytoTot

DISCORD: taytotot

SKIN: playful pink

AMOUNT: 300 minas

IGN: TaytoTot

DISCORD: taytotot

SKIN: purple princess

AMOUNT: 300 minas

Monika cheers for her friend, beginning to prepare gifts in her mind. “Glyn shall finally get his happily ever after. . .” She said, sitting in the library of Rikardsburg. Her gaze looked over to her cousin, who she thought was sitting across her. “Vhen vill mein come, Richard?” She asked with a heavy sigh.

Monika cries now that her youngest sister is getting married and she's still single

"What traitors." Therese von Theonus stated as she reclined in her office chair, shaking her head. "We should have just let Anthony take them away all those years ago. Probably would've saved us a few headaches." She laughed to her lonesome.

Annette von Theonus waited in the skies for Marcel, that usual smile plastered on her features. "Velcome to dur new home, kinder. Ich see zhat du have done much for mein descendants. Do du mind telling mich dur story?" The woman asked as she went to wrap her arm around the newcomer, guiding him.

Dame Monika prepares some gifts for her friend as a congratulations!

Therese von Theonus assumes the invitation to all Haverlocks to extend to herself.

"Wow, nein personal invitation for her favourite tante und mentor!" Monika shook her head playfully.

“Spirits, who the **** cares?” The ever tired Ventys commented. “We leave you alone, leave us.” She rolled her eyes and went to help her wife.

"Boat jousting. . .?" Monika asked, tilting her head as she looked at the page. "Sounds fun, right Richard?" She turned to nothing beside her. Perhaps another hallucination. . .

Dame Monika prepares her finest dress for the occasion and set out to get a mask made!