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To the horror of many, the Dowager Countess of Dover would make her return, armed with a retinue of old-world Illatian remedies for the sick and otherwise ailing. How shall the Count survive the utter torture of being made to eat soup with more spice than mere salt & pepper? Of understanding his mother's thick accent for such a prolonged period?

A fair Lady-in-wait to HRH Valentina burst into the room bearing a copy of the pamphlet. "Your Imperial Highness- the latest Truthful!" Cried she with much fanfair. @kuerbis

Francesca, leal lady-in-waiting of Her Imperial Highness, offered her overwhelming support as she herself returned from maternity leave!

The bride's Nonna prepares a gift in advance!

A de Sennan lady read the missive from afar, face souring as she guffawed upon hearing the news. "Mama, I knew our kin are awful, but frankly I'm disgusted by their fragrant lack of aura. One drop of conflict in their ranks and they fumble and sway like a house of cards in a tornado! Yes, it's good they see the light, but to accept a mere Barony when they were formerly of Ducal status? Are they simple-minded? Is it karma for their past stupidity? If it's the latter, it is hilarious- and if the former, I am ashamed of them. They must fortify their will and quiet their anxieties if they wish to stand among Imperial Vassalage."

The Dowager Countess of Dover signed the Lorraine oer herself upon hearing the news. Thusly, did she declare: "Oh, Mio Dio, How time has passed!" Soon after, she made preparations to return home to her surviving kin...

why do u refuse to use the graphics mods and texture packs and shaders i send u when u have the best computer of any1 i know? :(

Elsewhere, a sister bereaved quarreled with her family over their next steps. A sister lost- a suitor found. They say a man is never a plan, but at the same time, a woman's intuition is never something to be doubted. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. They say a phoenix rises from its ashes, but poor Lorena would not.

Francesca knew something was up when the moment she left her house, she was summoned to the Archanellor's office by the very man in question- her father. The hours drawled on far too slowly, anxiously- like a slow, poisonous death. She awaited answers, decisions... as her father slept, an effort to regain the strength to face such a monumental problem. Same old energy baby, history repeats Same old energy baby, they'll march you through the streets Thus was the tune uttered in her distress

As if it were a mere joust, a certain Lady prepared a favor for the de Savoie, a small token of luck. "Do you think he'll like it, Alexandria?" Inquired she of a cousin.

"Papa, is this a legitimate warrant?" a de Senna inquired of the Imperial Archancellor, handing off the document @cadazio "Only a single signature of authority! Most peculiar. Do you think this involves the incident in Norland? You and your peers were there to oversee it all transpired peacefully and legally. Surely they wouldn't.... would they?"

✠ Legal Name: ✠ Francesca Valentina de Senna ✠ Age: ✠ 25 ✠ Residence in Rotesberg: ✠ Grensewacht 1 ✠ I cast my vote in favor of… ✠ Ezra Helenus de Senna

[!] A letter thusly was delivered to the new Duke (@CasChaos): Your Grace, My sincerest congratulations on your ascension to the position of Duke of Kvasz. Furthermore, I offer my prayers for your Lord father given the unfortunate circumstances of such an inheritance. May you both be well. Francesca de Senna

A certain lobster trainer grinned, with swift hands wrapping a maritime offering before venturing to the home of such a family.

"YIPPEE!!!" Cheers Francesca de Senna upon reading the above article.