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Latterly returned from taciturn travels for over half a decade, a certain wistful abundance of exhilliration pervaded Franziska vas Ruthern at the notion of being reunited with her Mamej - her beloved family - once more. Avidly did the juvenile of a mere fourteen walk with a jump in her step towards the direction of Zoya vas Ruthern’s bed chambers, only to be greeted with a wholly gruesome sight. Franziska’s deathly mother sprawled across the length of her bed, loving friends and family surrounding her in vigorous suspense. “M-Mamej?” Uttered the Ruthern astoundingly, but to no avail. Zoya vas Ruthern had succumbed to the ghastly fever. @veganwalmart

franziska josefine firmly clutched the digits of her cherished mother more dearly than formerly antedated,murmers and whispers of a so called 'beast' infiltrating the juvenile's incorrupt ears. such waved an intricate chill down the tail of her spine, for franziska had not ever been an admirer of anything daunting. @veganwalmart

A disconcerting atmosphere presented itself upon every inch of the courtroom, Queen Vivienne stood to the flank of her eldest daughter Maude Fredericka along the dias - stoic expression planted on top of her paled visage of distress. Longing canvases glanced up at her beloved husband, his plagued state only filling her being with a certain hollowed sadness. The savoyard briskly centred her gaze back to her eldest, a gentle grin seeking refuge ‘pon her expression of motherhood. “When this is ove-” She began, only to be cut off with the booming of the court doors being forcefully pushed open by those inhabitants of Acre. Many flooded in, all unsheathing their blades outwards - thirsty for the blood of the crown. A gulp emitted that of Vivienne, instantly grasping upon Maude Fredericka’s digits as a sign of acknowledgment and empty protection. She unsheathed her own weapon - a dagger gifted by her father before his untimely disappearance. Eyebrows knitted solemnly as they approached closer and closer to the dias, exchanging words with her daughter as to distract her from the strife that dispensed in the halls. “Mother, we should go. We can.” Decreed Maude, longingly grasping the hems of her mother’s skirts in an attempt to move her further from the viewpoint of the new arrivals. “I cannot leave your father.” Her teeth gritted in a perturbed manner - and there was no way of changing her strong willed mind when it came to her husband. As they advanced forwards to what was deemed as only centimetres away from the dias, one member of the crowd proved devious. With a display of strength did he release his edge sharpened weapon in the direction of the mother and child - waving in the direction of Maude. The events happened so frantically that Vivienne did not even acknowledge her bodice racing to cover her eldest - its blade splicing the flank of her neck rather deeply. The oozing carmine stained blood did not gush in a constant flow, albeit in time with the precious beating of Vivienne’s heart. At first it came abundant and vigorous, flowing through bony fingers as she shakily clasped the ripped flesh from the flank of her neck and attempted to apply pressure. Vivienne identified the blood trickle over the surface of her hand, the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than her own flesh. Subsequently the cherry ichor seemed to still be leaving her rapidly paling skin, but the pulses were slower, weaker. A feeble hand extended ‘pon her own visage, an image of splattered blood staining her cheek much like her mother’s death, setting a fitting parallel for the Queen. “GO!” She clamoured briskly, Vivienne’s grip that slithered around her eldest daughter only tightening robustly as disoriented canvases rested eagerly upon Maude’s own. Her tone of voice was harsh and frantic - unusual for the once well kept and put together Queen. “B-But-” She was swiftly cut off by the savoyard's voice once more, her mental grasp upon reality dimly beginning to fade. “Go.” Vivienne almost whispered, evidently struggling speech wise as her countenance deemed it difficult to emit nothing more than a simple word. Her tone differentiated from last though, more welcoming and accepting. Palpably did it steer clear the path of harshness, slate canvases beginning to brim with salty tears that washed the splatter of blood cleanly from the Queen’s visage. Those mesmerising grey eyes that transpired a thousand different stories, and said a thousand words with only a glance. Vigorous expressions of consternation engulfed the woman at once as everything became more tangible to her, the feeling of her imminent death sinking deeply within as the Princess Royal shrieked like no other. The scream told of the pain and perplexion settling within Maude Fredericka. Her being craved the warmness of her mother’s skin and her scent albeit knowing that it was not safe for her and she had to depart rather rapidly. The corners of her quivering lips began to upturn to Maude, forming a smile gracefully upon her deathly white features, filled to the brim of meaning in contrast to the hatred Vivienne had once felt towards her own eldest child at her gender. “It is okay. P-Please, go.” Granting her the permission to leave her mother to die, Maude reluctantly started to usher away from Vivienne and retreat to safety - rendered speechless. Her smile faltered some at the Princess Royal’s departure, bodice growing robustly weaker as every prolonged second skipped by. A bright light declared itself willingly to the woman as her daughter left, all other surroundings drowned out completely. It was the sort of brightness that kindled something beautiful within, and at the same time stirred a connection with the nature around. The wearied woman continued to fight against the beaming light that deemed itself too powerful over the Queen’s weakened body - a figure that donned itself in Sutican garbs and a motherly tone presented to Vivienne. “You’ve done so well, dove. Now you can be at rest.” Its voice echoed vividly in and out of her ears, a hallucination on the part of the savoyard. “But what of my children? I still have unfinished business - things to do.” “Shh. You need not fret, for they will be taken care of. In time they will come to terms with what their mother died for.” Catherine of Sutica whispered soothingly, offering forth an arm for her daughter to take. “Carolina and your father are waiting to see you once more, dove. The pair and I have been watching over you, Lucien and Renata.” “I-Is he proud?” Vivienne questioned eagerly on behalf of her father, eyebrows furrowing deep. Catherine of Sutica only nodded empathetically, and with such an action did the Queen take her mother’s hand. “We all are.” Blooming memories of the past became evident within her slate canvases - life flashing before her eyes. It conveyed to her happy and proud memories, attempting to lull her fight and fear and send her off peacefully with no whims or worries. Never had a few moments deliberation seemed like an eternity as Vivienne felt her consciousness ebbing away, and her thoughts, as clear and concise as they were mere moments ago, were coming to a petrifying halt. The once familiar and comforting surroundings of Vienne struck her as if forcing themselves against her weak body – throwing the caliginous haired woman’s cranium back upon the cold and hardened surface of the dias. A last sigh emitted the woman as her mind fought no longer and succumbed to the brightened light display. Vivienne Anastasie de Savoie’s blood ran cold. ❁ The front of the Palazzo Aggrade in the year 1854, Principality of Savoy ❁ The scene that laid before the savoyard was nothing short of a picturesque fever dream. The summer bloom cried so many petals onto the still warm field in the Principality of Savoy; the last vestiges of her beauty waiting for a precocious gust to carry them spinning to their rest. Each petal, papery and thin, lay on the newly golden grass, its veins glowing pink in the setting sun. Vivienne observed this, lost in the rhythmic percussion of the wind uniting with the fickle blades of viridescent grass. Her slate canvases were steady to the horizon, visage aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars. With great ease did her lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that the savoyard was within ignorant bliss. The ground seeped so rampant with nature, hues overlapping with a heady vibrancy that brought her hands swooping down on instinct. Vivienne gave permission for her fingers to graze the perfumed "scales," holding them up briefly to take in their aroma before letting them tumble from her hand back to the garden path. Every shade of rose petal was within her midst, so vast and scalloped that they had collected a slimy dew. Intermingled were the shocking oranges, purples and fuchsias of the asters, their petals long and thin. The youthful princess embellished in an array of exotic savoyardic fabrics pranced around the gardens of the Palazzo Aggrade, swaying hands with an amber haired Carolina Luisa. Erupted laughter engulfed the halls lullingly as they approached the entrance, a soothing atmosphere of sheer serenity and contentment draping over the pair of siblings. Alongside an elongated feast table stood Olivier II, Catherine of Sutica, Lucien and Renata. “You are late, dove. Did the servants not send for the two of you?” Cooed Catherine - ushering Vivienne towards the table so that she may be seated. All present only conveyed an expression of utmost joviality as a blanket of peace soothingly suffocated the former Queen. To her own stupefied surprise, the savoyard did not fight such an action. She let the peace suffocate her willingly, on her own accord. From up above would the former Queen of the Orenians survey over her seven children - each precious to her being in a different way.

"That's rather unfortunate." Vivienne Anastasie chuckled.

THE KINGDOM’S TEMPORE OF GROWTH AND MATURATION 1876 To the loyal subjects of the Orenian Kingdom, a reinvigorated age of prosperity is upon Oren and we as a culture are mandated to flourish for centuries to come through our exemplary adolescence. The Future of Oren is upon us and it is dire that we as a society put forth the potential youth of the Kingdom through high anticipations. Furthermore, to persist the custom of the ceremonious coming of age is proprietary for the youthful, eligible nobility of the Stassion Court and those alike. It is with extraordinary satisfaction that the Astercalia Reforms are publicized, reforms enclosing high society, merrymakings to adequately mark the transition into the tribulations of maturity, and advancements to facilitate the prosperity of love. New Meaning To redirect the interpretation of the Astercalia, the high peerage of Vienne will no longer be mandated to bestow their flair and accomplishments during the noble ceremony. The New Meaning of the Astercalia will encompass high society as a whole to unite and assemble under one King. The Astercalia Garden Once debuters are presented to the Queen, they will be bestowed seeds for either a chaste, dainty Daisy of Adolescence or a ruby, blooming Rose of Maturation. In order to unroot themselves from the eligibility garden, ladies who’ve discovered a partner will eradicate their bud, illustrating that they uncovered a suitor. The Queen’s Favor At the courtesy of the Queen Vivienne of Savoy, Her Royal Majesty will customarily use her exemplary verdict to moderate all marriages arranged during the depths of the season, along with Princess Royal, Her Royal Highness Maude of Oren when she comes of age. Debutants who hope for their coveted union to be arranged by Her Royal Majesty are directed to arrange a private appointment with the other party and their matriarch in order to discuss possible configurations. If Her Royal Majesty voices disfavor in the match, then such will further cease to exist. The Anonymous Penman In order to avert the abhorrent whispers of gossip columns, an exclusive podium will be present within the palace for mysterious writings to be documented. Individuals are encouraged to report anything that may be of interest to this podium as they dissuade others from pursuing knowledge in an antagonistic manner. To guarantee that participants are adequately prepared for this occurrence, the Astercalia Season will be proclaimed two years in advance to cater to seamstresses expecting to design appropriate attire. All eligible nobility will be automatically inscribed to the index of noble participations (called actors). Noble pedigree between the ages of fifteen and twenty-four will be ordered to participate. Once the directory of individuals is released, those unable to participate must send a direct missive to Her Royal Majesty. Whilst it is seen as a requirement to be of noble birth to debut, exceptions may be made towards those common-born; An Auspice, an official letter of patronage. To obtain such, one must contact an aristocratic household to request such. Each house is entitled to sponsor a total of two commoners whether it be male or female. Sponsorship must be submitted with a signature, direct letter, or exchange between the peer in question directly to Her Royal Majesty. As detailed by Empress-Regnant Anastasia THE QUEEN’S PRELIMINARY Upon the commencement of Astercalia, chosen noble actors will partake in a seminar on the fundamentals of inaugurating themselves in high society. Traditional Orenian cuisine and abundant refreshments will be offered to those present. Young ladies and lords will be examined firmly on their mannerisms throughout the lecture, which will be hosted by Her Royal Majesty, Queen Vivienne of Savoy, and her formal party. Preceding the debutante course, the Court Seamstress will catalog measurements of each individual for a costume to be created. Those present will relish in discussions and are welcomed to mingle on their own accord. ((Please note that skins will not be provided.)) THE AISLE CEREMONY & AMADISTUS In honor of Amadea of Pompourelia In honor of the decades-old tradition, the Aisle Ceremony will entail an exhibition of those participating, diverging first-time actors, and those who have debuted before. Actors order will be based on the order of majesty, those of royal genesis will be the foremost to proceed, noble pedigree secondary, those on sponsorship threefold, and aristocrats from foreign nations endmost. Actors must demonstrate Orenian mannerisms and class, whilst exhibiting their household to the highest degree. Those of the same house will debut concurrently chaperoned by their patriarch, treading aside them on the aisle to ensure proper representation. Those with An Auspice are to be chaperoned by those sponsoring them. If two actors are betrothed already, they will walk jointly beside each other. Once the party arrives at the dais, the chaperone will bow, step aside, and bestow the limelight upon the actor. Following the Aisle Ceremony, Her Royal Majesty will present ladies with respective seeds based on age group that they will later plant in The Sow. A traditional ball will prevail at The Aisle Ceremony to introduce each actor along with aristocrats and those of royal advent. Thus is Amadistus with an open invitation to public attendees. In order to uphold integrity to the lady debutantes and male debuts, actors are hailed to maintain the stringent prerequisites of etiquette therein. Later in the eve, a march will initiate in which maidens will waltz with each suitor, entertaining in conversation in which ladies will then shift to the next suitor after a short period. A debutante saunters the aisle towards adulthood. THE SOW & HOLLOW Amidst the Astercalia Garden, the planting of The Sow will commence at the inception of Astercalia. During this time, maidens will plant seeds given by Her Royal Majesty of either a; Rose of Maturation Daisy of Adolescence Sowed bushes are to be preserved by each lady and will gradually bloom throughout the season, portraying her blossoming into high society. Once maidens have located a respective dance partner for the final ball or a love match, they will silently unbury their flower and present it to the suitor of their choosing. Pairs are demanded to conceal their courtships confidentially until the end of the season. Be wary, if one’s bush is somehow uprooted by another, they will not be able to participate in the final ceremonial ball. The Hollow, however, is a personalized occurrence where one bears the flowers that have blossomed from the bush and mash them up into a pigment. This matter will then be expelled into the Lion’s Den, portraying the adaptation of the chaos and tribulations that is adulthood. Ladies must write to Her Royal Majesty to secure her approval of the match they have cultivated. If she consents, the match will be announced at the final ball, but if she disapproves, Her Royal Majesty will yield a letter of dismissal. A lady who fails to write a letter asking for approval will be deemed raucous. THE TOURNEY OF FURNESTOCK In honor of Philip III A showcase of potency is deemed suitable and essential amidst the festivities and ceremonies of Astercalia by the Stassion Court. The finest soldiers, swordsmen, and knights from each noble pedigree are to coalesce in a manifold of challenges at the Ruins of Haverlock against one another to inevitably proclaim the champion of the eve, who shall be announced as the Champion of Furnestock. Such a designation will be maintained until the following Astercalia, where the title will be impugned once again. At the occurrence itself, ladies will retrieve a rose from their bush to present to a competitor whom they believe may triumph as Champion of Furnestock. The flowers collected by the victor will be presented to the lady of his selection. THE ANASTASIAN FINALE In honor of Empress Anastasia The Anastasian Finale will host every actor along with an unrestricted invitation to public attendees. The ball will initiate with the announcement of those who partook in festivities throughout the season. Her Royal Majesty will then formally disclose the matrimony of courtships arranged as each lady delivers a flower from their bush to their match. Traditional dishes from each notable house will be served along with a multitude of refreshments before the conclusive dance will initiate. Pairs will conjoin to a ribbon and waltz in a spiral about a maypole until the ribbon has been entirely enveloped around the pole. The Merry will conclude with a personalized address from His Royal Majesty, Frederick I, before partners may live happily ever after. The concept of the Astercalia is to embody the coming of age of an individual while remaining within the wills of Owynism. In order to find compatible partners, one must be alluring, but open with their ancestry. Those participating shall adorn themselves with the respected colors of their house. When partaking in Astercalia, it is important to represent one's family well through familial motifs, such as animals or symbols. It is encouraged for women to bear family heirlooms that represent their households while men don their familial capes and tapestries. Headwear, pertaining as tiaras and circlets, though otherwise disallowed, are authorized for all debutantes of peers who obtain familial antiques. Debutantes of peers all below a ducal title may only model these if endorsed by The Keeper of the Crown Jewels. Whilst those may be privileged under specific regulations, Crowns and diadems are strictly prohibited upon the actor population. Though, brooches and other headpieces alike are vigorously urged among ladies whilst styling one’s hair. Failure to abide by the rules may result in direct confrontation from Her Royal Majesty herself. Throughout the events to come, the dais which hosts the Royal Family must remain untouched throughout all events. The dais is a symbol of stature and will only be used by those directly invited to join Her Royal Majesty and The Princess Royal when she comes of age. Amidst the actors, lady debutantes must not speak unless spoken to and are mandated to present a curtsy before the royal entourage and Queen’s Council. Actors must remain decorous to their peers throughout the season. Addressing through introductions and conclusions of conversations are based on the gender of the actor. Male peers and consorts may be addressed as Lord or “my lord”, whilst female peers and consorts may be addressed as Lady or “my lady”. 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 Vienne, Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Countess consort of Mardon, Baroness consort of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera HER HIGHNESS, Claude Élisabeth Ashford de Savoie, The Lady Privy Seal MISS Elisabeth Amalie von Preussens, The Troubadour MISS Elisabetta Agnese MacPherson, The Mistress of Attire

Adeline of Rochefort gazed upwards from the eclipsed depths of the Void, offering a singular nod of respect to the fellow Helveti as he began his prolonged journey towards the afterlife. ~ Vivienne Anastasie made sure to comfort a close friend - Rosina Helvets - in a time of immense loss. @gohliad

Before your eager canvases lay a dexterous collection of poems composed and formulated by Her Royal Majesty, Vivienne Anastasie. Each has been engulfed with impeding thought and sentiment, from her own to you. “Dedicated to whomever’s worn, warm afternoon hands come upon these pages – wherever you may find them–and that you may remember that the world is conspiring for you and to act in a manner as such.” A swan gilded grandiosely aloft patinated papyrus. Tactfully did its tawny pinions unfurl sprightly elegantly enveloping halcyon rivulets of jaded serenity. Like that of a beguiling ballet dancer to its opulently crafted point slipper. Poisonous. Her exemplary essence transmitted luminously Obsessive, one may hypothesise Betwixt its sugary semblance inside layers of rehearsed upon rehearsed fluctuations A credulous cygnet lay tenderly ; undisturbed. Golden aspen leaves smother the ground. Blades of grass cut through the dense amber searching for warmth from the summer’s lost sun. I stumble; head down, on a gravelled path, beneath a high bridge of ominous branches musing if the handful of still flailing leaves will stem oozing blossom from the sombre skyline. I lay callously upon a bleak river. Moth-eaten cattails trembling within the wind, And lotus circles struggling to stay afloat. I ponder, do they lament their fallen crowns? The sky reverse ; reverses gold for brown As brittle leaves resign, crumble and drown. I feel this landscape dying deep within me. A swan glides into my world of despair, and softly sings his sonorus song. I lightly descend into his ready reflection. Although of disparate form—we merge— grappling with onerous thoughts, we yet slowly rotate to a hopeful perception– a visible and radiating inner complexion. My being nothing more than a rouse, played by generations, collaboratively. With no winners, or losers. Or even such a tranquil ending. Nothing but a framework, built of dissembled ideology. My being nothing more than a piece of concept art How does one view me? Ephemeral and permanent at once. She is liquid smooth, And feel her touch is plump and brimful of life.

Castle Stassion was completed in 1869 under the reign of King Frederick I of Oren as the principal residence of the House of Novellen. It is located on the eastern stretch of the Petra river in the center of the Upper Petra region, due just slightly northwest of the gates of the royal capital. Queen-Consort of Oren - HRM Vivienne Anastasie of Savoy [Spicii] Leads the court as a mediator and final authority. As the head of the court, the Queen consort serves as an administrative position overseeing all court matters and the Council. These responsibilities may shift and vary with the assistance of other managerial positions on the council. The Queen is the authority of the court and there is no debate on that. Lady Seneschal - Miss Odessa MacPherson [tillisaurus] The Lady Seneschal is tasked with staffing the palace with maids, butlers, ladies-in-waiting, chefs, wards for the sovereigns, etc. As such is the seneschal’s duty to staff the castle, it is also their responsibility to ensure that the royal household is kept tidy, organised, and held to the most regal standard. The seneschal is, in short, the general groundskeeper of Castle Stassion, additionally being charged in the allocation of courtier rooms and servants’ quarters alike. Acting as a general assistant to the head of the court, the Queen, the seneschal can be deferred to for many matters of the court, and is able to command the military, within the palace, in the name of the Queen. Lady Chamberlain - Lady Rosina Helvets [gohliad] Documents fashion etiquette, fashion history, skins, and court decorum. Laundresses are fashion makers that work under the chamberlain. The chamberlain also leads fashion auctions and sales, which makes them the manager of the court’s monetary expenses and profits. The chamberlain holds the power to censor any art, such as poetry, plays and the like that display the royal household in a troublesome light. She may also help with other things pertaining to the court if the Queen so wishes. The Chaplain - The Cardinal Albarosa [Vylkmir] In charge of all religious events in the court. They do not necessarily have to be a nun or priest but must be certified by the church and are the primary advisor of the court where the church is concerned. The Chaplains responsibilities include organising charities, harvests, baptisms, prayer, rites of maturity and may also provide medicinal or religious advice. Ladies in Waiting & Handmaids Managed by Seneschal, an entourage of the female members of the royal household act as both advisors and attendants to the Queen. They write and deliver letters on behalf of their lady, especially invitations and other correspondence. Within the ranks of the Queen’s mistresses is a small hierarchy, arranged both by social standing in the court itself and the Queen’s personal liking to her different mistresses. The hierarchy is as follows; Lady of the Bedchamber - head lady-in-waiting, the queens right hand (usually a high standing lady, although it could be anyone the queen takes a liking to in high society) Mistress of the Wardrobe - curator of the queen’s closet Ladies of the Household - married ladies, countesses and baronesses. Maids of honour - beginning spots for unmarried women at courts. Master of the Adriatic Court - The Lady Privy Seal [amyselia] Manages the events of the adriatic court that happen every four years within the Adriatic Tent. Coordinates hunts so that both non-hunters and hunters will be entertained, as well as many other events pertaining to the nobility. Can also be the chamberlain, but if so desired they can be someone else. Court Tutor The Court Tutor is a job of utmost importance, in charge of educating the future generations of the Orenian nobility, along with the royal family themselves. They are to ensure that the children of the next generation are well versed in proper courty and worldly affairs, along with proper etiquette and manners. There can be multiple court tutors to dish out within our vast population of growing children. Etiquette in the court is pivotal; how a noble conducts oneself in the presence of other nobles and the royal family shall dictate the perception and representation of oneself in court. The expectations of etiquette are to be taught and managed by the Lord Chamberlain While the expectations of etiquette are to be taught and managed by the Lord Chamberlain, we recommend that the courtiers follow these basic rules to avoid embarrassment and ruin within the court. General Etiquette ♔ Courtier must respect their superiors within court at all times and address them by their proper titles when conversing [See Titles & Addressment]. ♔ A respectful demeanor, particularly how one carries themselves, must be maintained at court. ♔ Courtiers of the palace are prohibited from wearing any diadem, crown, circlet, or tiara if they are not members of the royal family. The only exception to this is during wedding ceremonies or a debutante, where the daughters of dukes and counts may wear small tiaras and sons of dukes and counts may wear circlets. Courtiers may never outshine the Queen’s attire, for it is seen as discourteous and disrespectful and such would be asked to remove it accordingly. In the Royal Presence ♔ Courtiers must not touch the King, Queen or the immediate family of the King and Queen (brothers, sisters, and children). ♔ All must stand with a countenance of utmost respect when either the King or Queen enter within a room, until they are seated. Only after then may everyone else be seated. ♔ Those of the court must avoid turning their backs on the royal family, as it is seen as disrespectful. ♔ Avoid the use of nicknames regarding or referring to the royal family outside of private settings unless otherwise permitted. ♔ Courtiers must curtsy or bow at the beginning and end of the conversation and address them by their title properly. Titles & Addressment ♔ King: “Your Royal Majesty” in introduction; followed by “Your Majesty” ♔ Queen: “Your Royal Majesty” in introduction; followed by “Your Majesty” ♔ Royal Prince: “Your Royal Highness” in introduction; followed by “Your Highness” or "Prince [name]" ♔ Royal Princess: “Your Royal Highness” in introduction; followed by “Your Highness” or "Princess [name] ♔ Imperial Prince: “Your Imperial Highness” in introduction; followed by “Your Highness” or "Prince [name]" ♔ Imperial Princess: “Your Imperial Highness” in introduction; followed by “Your Highness” or "Princess [name] ♔ Duke: “Your Grace” or “Duke [title or name]” in introduction, followed by "Lord [name]" ♔ Duchess: “Your Grace” or “Duchess [title or name]” in introduction, followed by "Lady [name]" ♔ Count: “Right Honourable [title or name]” or “Count [title or name]” in introduction, followed by “Lord [name]” ♔ Countess: “Right Honourable [title or name]” or “Countess [title or name]” in introduction, followed by “Lady [name]” ♔ Children of Dukes / Duchesses, Counts / Countesses are to be addressed as “Lady [name]” or “Lord [name]” ♔ Viscount: “Right Honourable [title or name]” or “Viscount [title or name]” in introduction, followed by “Lord [name]” ♔ Viscountess: “Right Honourable [title or name]” or “Viscountess [title or name]” in introduction, followed by “Lady [name]” ♔ Baron: “Honourable [title or name]” or “Baron [title or name]” in introduction, followed by “Lord [name]” ♔ Baroness: “Honourable [title or name]” or “Baroness [title or name]” in introduction, followed by or “Lady [name]” ♔ Children of Barons / Baronesses, Viscounts / Viscountesses are to be addressed as “Lady [name]” or “Lord [name] 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.

❁ “Infant Princess Vivienna Adelaide” c. 1874 ❁ As the cloak of darkness took one day and continued it to another the nearly full term Queen Vivienne, who hadn’t been seen by the public in months due to her natal condition, returned to her room with much more difficulty than the nights before. She lay her head by her husband’s only for her slow descent into night’s sleep to be interrupted. The Queen was rushed to a separate room, along with her ladies-in-waiting as well as a few of the King’s advisors and the King himself. The birth of their, now, youngest child could not have come in a more untimely manner. After hours of waiting the night had become morning. The group had waited all through the night for the birth of the child and as the sun rose from the horizon the cries of the young princess rang out through the birthing chambers. The King’s advisors sat uneasily for the announcement of the sex, hoping for a second son to aid the first, though a thin layer of disappointment set in as a princess was announced rather than a prince. The King and Queen, however, seemed happy enough, a new addition to their family had been brought into Almaris after such a long wait. Subjects of the Royal Crown of Frederick I, We greet you all well. And whereas it hath pleased the goodness of Almighty God of His infinite mercy and grace to send unto us at this time the deliverance of a princess to the great joy and inward comfort of my Lord, us, and of all his good and loving subjects of this his realm, for which inestimable benevolence so shown unto us we have no little cause to give high thanks, laud and praise unto Him. Brought under the watchful eye of many at Castle Stassion. The 13th day of Owyn’s Flame, in the year 1874. She shall henceforth be known as Her Royal Highness, Princess Vivienna Adelaide of Oren, named both after her mother and great grandmother. Her Royal Highness will assume, upon her birth, lest other male sires of the wedlock betwixt Frederick the First, King of Oren, Forever August, and Vivienne, Queen of the Orenians be born, fifth in the royal line of succession. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Frederick I, King of Oren, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Count of Mardon, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera 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, Baroness consort of Renzfeld, Countess-consort of Mardon, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera.

❁ A depiction of the royal child born amidst Owyn’s Flame circa 1873 ❁ TO THE CITIZENRY OF OUR FAIR KINGDOM, As with the nativity of the elder children of His Royal Majesty Frederick I, King of Oren, alongside, Her Royal Majesty Vivienne, Queen-Consort of Oren, the Crown announces a tertiary child. With cherishment and care bestowed upon their third, healthy infant daughter of flaxen hair and cloudy eyes, hereby she shall be proclaimed: Her Royal Highness, Princess Francisca Irene @RaindropsKeepFalling The Princess undertakes the fourth spot in line to the throne with much contentment regarding this dawning; their Majesty’s youngest shall be sanctified via baptism within the Temple of Flame anon. She shall be celebrated succeeding the Year of the Fast, whence reflecting her commemorated senior’s splendor hitherto. GOD WITH US, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Frederick I, King of Oren, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Sunholdt, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Count of Mardon, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Vivienne of Savoy, Queen-Consort of Oren, forever August, Queen of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess of Ves, Duchess of Helena, Novellen, Sunholdt, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Countess of Mardon, Baroness of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera

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The bustling, yet dirtied path of the carnival donned dozens upon dozens of joyous citizens, each wearing an expression of utmost joy as they sauntered through the many attractions it had to offer. The crowd had a life of its own, the vibrancy of dissimilar garbs and wares shining luminously in the afternoon light as the people proceeded like enchanting shoals of fish through the carnival's many attractions. “May I have my fortune told, dear sister?” The atramentous haired savoyard queried upon that of the acolyte, further pulling her body weight in the direction of Anna. A rapid nod emitted Vivienne’s sister-in-law at the request - extended arm reaching to grasp a clay bowl and focusing vigorous energy onto mysterious affairs and aura of the Queen. “I see you stood in a field of utter beauty, decorated lavishly with an array of agriculture.” The scene that laid before the savoyard was nothing short of a picturesque fever dream. The summer bloom cried so many petals onto the still warm field; the last vestiges of her beauty waiting for a precocious gust to carry them spinning to their rest. Each petal, papery and thin, lay on the newly golden grass, its veins glowing pink in the setting sun. Vivienne observed this, lost in the rhythmic percussion of the wind uniting with the fickle blades of viridescent grass. Her slate canvases were steady to the horizon, visage aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars. With great ease did her lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that the Queen was within ignorant bliss. The ground seeped so rampant with nature, hues overlapping with a heady vibrancy that brought her hands swooping down on instinct. Vivienne gave permission for her fingers to graze the perfumed "scales," holding them up briefly to take in their aroma before letting them tumble from her hand back to the garden path. Every shade of rose petal was within her midst, so vast and scalloped that they had collected a slimy dew. Intermingled were the shocking oranges, purples and fuchsias of the asters, their petals long and thin. “You struggle to stand, hankered by a root fashioned with thorns around the perimeter of your leg.” A cold shiver relentlessly weaved its way down the de Savoie’s spine as she ran her bony hands through the flowing florals of the field. A certain mass of serrated thorns began edging closer to the Queen by the second, its venomous grasp snaking deliriously around her foot. Never had a few moments deliberation seemed like an eternity as Vivienne felt her consciousness ebbing away, and her thoughts, as clear and concise as they were mere moments ago, were coming to a petrifying halt. The once familiar and comforting surroundings struck her as if forcing themselves against her weak body – throwing the calignuous haired woman backwards into the heap of pollen. Subsequently, Vivienne 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. “This location. It will be in a field of war surrounded with sunflowers.” The abundance of gaily dancing flowers of summertime vanished from the smoke veiling the room like it was never tangible in the first place. Such picturesque landscape the Queen had found herself situated in beforehand was since extinct, being replaced with a scene of a more horrified manner. The battlefield lay quiet, for it was now a graveyard of the unburied. Bloodied corpses lay in abundance among an extensive array of sunflowers that adorned the carmine hued dirt beneath her stained high heels of ivory. Horrifically did her gaze drop onto the state of her clothing, oozing blood sputtering upon her whole bodice and its surroundings. As Vivienne observed the bowl and Anna’s explanation, a potent wave of fear coursed through her veins, cranium perhaps wandering back in time to a parallel of severe trauma: Catherine of Sutica’s murder. The once innocuous Vivienne bearing witness to the brutal murder of her mother and how he violently skewered her neck, specs of blood landing upon that of Vivienne’s visage and bodice. Why had Anna unleashed such violent images from her astute imagination? “This may be your kismet, if you cannot learn to love yourself - and your fate.”

vivienne anastasie sat poised upon her ivory bureau, innumerable thoughts hurtling through her cranium pertaining to the wellbeing of her dearest sister renata. immediately did vivienne grasp a lonesome quill and begin to pen a lengthy letter to that of renata, explaining how it was of utmost importance that she will visit her soon with lucien in tow. @MikoMonster @Milenkhov an array of candles were lit that very night, scattered in the stassion castle, to honour the life of her brother-in-law.

❁ “A feast suited for plenty” painted by Rosina Matilde Helvets, 1870 ❁ The construction of Vienne and the Stassion Palace has long since plagued the bountiful array of livestock that prance in our picturesque lands. A shortage of meat has led the citizens of our beloved capital into a robust frenzy. Fortunately, due to the sorcery of prolonged time, the multicultural livestock has begun to make a steady and firm return back into our ecosystem. This only calls for one vigorously anticipated thing: a lengthy commemoration and the homecoming of meat to our hungry citizens who have since relied on esteemed stock from nearby farmers. A hunt is most appropriate for this occasion. Preparation of Hunters One is only able to master the art of hunting through lengthy preparation. They are to assemble a flock of esteemed steeds and hounds for the journey, a preferred choice by many. The weapons used for hunting are mostly similar to those used for war: a bow, crossbow, lance or spear, knife and sword. Bows are the most commonly used weapon. Cudgels are to be packed as use for clubbing small game - in particular for women who join the hunt. Boar spears are also acceptable. Other salient items pertain to carefully set up traps for smaller animals to make hunting time more efficient. The Hunt The ensemble of citizens who wish to participate will depart from the gates of Vienne, travelling north until they meet with the rim of the forest. It is imperative one does not startle the wildlife at this stage, for it may harm the hunt further along the line. Hounds are paramount for their good sense of smell which makes it invaluable in finding the quarry. It then will assist in driving the hunted animal and, when the animal is finally at bay, the dog will either be the instrument of attack, or distract the quarry while the hunter moves in for the kill. Each hunter will be assigned his own role within the group, and they must stick to such in case of compromising such for the rest of the citizens. Once it is deemed fit by the monarchs to depart back to the capital, each will revel in their killings of the day. GOD WITH US, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Frederick I, King of Oren, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Count of Mardon, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera 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.

adeline of rochefort is heard screaming this banger of a tune at the top of her lungs from the depths of the void vivienne anastasie races around the vast halls of the stassion palace, servants observing her dancing. perhaps they should call a doctor for her perculiar behaviour!

O P H E L I A Penned by Her Royal Majesty, Vivienne Anastasie, Queen of the Orenians OPHELIA; Golden aspen leaves smother the ground. Blades of grass cut through the dense amber searching for warmth from the summer’s lost sun. I stumble; head down, on a gravelled path, beneath a high bridge of ominous branches musing if the handful of still flailing leaves will stem oozing blossom from the sombre skyline. I lay callously upon a bleak river. Moth-eaten cattails trembling within the wind, And lotus circles struggling to stay afloat. I ponder, do they lament their fallen crowns? The sky reverses ; forfeits gold for brown As brittle leaves resign, crumble and drown. I feel this landscape dying deep within me. A swan glides into my world of despair, and softly sings his sonorus song. I lightly descend into his ready reflection. Although of disparate form—we merge— grappling with onerous thoughts, we yet slowly rotate to a hopeful perception– a visible and radiating inner complexion. 21 Lines SIGNED, HER 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, Baroness consort of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera.

A pleasant and doting smile begins to paint itself upon Vivienne Anastasie's paled features, grey eyes focusing back unto that of her new Haenseti friend, Dorothea Isabel. @doobling

DECREE OF A ROYAL NATIVITY The Princess Royal A depiction of Saint Julia and her son, Saint Godwin, c. 1564, by Aelfred de Maissy. TO THE CITIZENRY OF OUR FAIR KINGDOM, It is with humility and honor that the Orenian Crown does formally decree the birth of the first sire from the union between His Royal Majesty The King Frederick I of Oren and his beloved consort, Her Royal Majesty Vivienne, Queen of the Orenians: Princess Maude Fredericka Augusta Mary Although not a male heir, His and Her Royal Majesty are elated to announce the first of many additions to their household through the birth of Her Royal Highness who, as the eldest daughter of the sovereign, is additionally bestowed the esteemed honorific of Princess Royal. In celebration of the birth of Their Majesties’ firstborn aethling, Maude, Princess Royal, a feast is to be held within Aster Hall, The Palatial Residence to the Court of Oren. Those invited include such peers that have sworn or reaffirmed their fealty to His Royal Majesty, The Government of His Excellency Archchancellor Conrad de Falstaff, Allies of the Kingdom of Oren, and their esteemed subjects. GOD WITH US, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Frederick I, King of Oren, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera HER 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, Baroness consort of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera.

Vivienne Anastasie emitted a prayer from her visage so he may have a safe journey towards the heathens. She lit many candles for her old protector, mind wandering to the golden ages of her childhood. ~ Adeline Lorena Helvets-Rochefort scoffed from the deep and darkened depths of the Void as she witnessed Borys ascend to the heathens. "How does he end up there and not me?!"

M A N D A T E C O N S C I O U S N E S S A poem penned by Her Royal Majesty Vivienne Anastasie, Queen-consort of Oren 9th of Sigismund’s End in the Year of Our Lord, 1868 Mandatory Consciousness ~ My being nothing more than a rouse, played by generations, collaboratively. With no winners, or losers. Or even such a tranquil ending. Nothing but a framework, built of dissembled ideology. My being nothing more than a piece of concept art How does one view me? Ephemeral and permanent at once. She is liquid smooth, And feel her touch is plump and brimful of life. 16 Lines 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, Baroness consort of Renzfeld, Protectress of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera.