Phoebe202

"To stand with ones kin is normally good and right, but to stand against GOD? They are better to run than to face divine wrath. Uttered a young Princess of Ravenmire, her brow furrowed.

A young Rostova polishes her ceremonial armor, a single tear rolling down her cheek.—Not for herself, but for the divide among canonist princes.

someone's gotta keep @EmiliainWonderlandsafe

It was on March 5, 2021, that I submitted my whitelist application to LOTC. In celebration, here is my obligatory AMA post.

'Fat Feliks' Ludovar weeps.

A princess of Ravenmire clings to her father's leg, the girl too young to possess any understanding of or care for politics. "Papa... can I have a castle?"

The Countess of Dover gawks at the news from afar. "Cugino... what-a exactly goes on in-a Ravenmire these days?" She inquires toward open air, flabbergasted.

A child, somewhere far off, cackles with delight upon hearing such news. A witch…! A woman with wildness in her soul much like the girl’s own growing independent streak. What excitement.

Issued by the Earldom of Dover On the 21st of Horen’s Calling, 2010 The Heir to Dover, 2012 LO UNTO THE PEOPLE OF ALBA & THE HEARTLANDS, It is with delight that on this day, the 10th of Malin’s Welcome, 2013, that the Comital couple of Dover do henceforth announce the long-awaited birth of their firstborn son and heir, the little Lord George Arthur Marie Charles John Leon Richard Aldersberg. Both mother and child remain in good health since his birth five months prior; with private invitations to the baptism expected to be issued shortly. S I G N E D, HIS EXCELLENCY, George Charles Aldersberg, Lord Chancellor of Alba, Earl of Dover THE RIGHT HONORABLE, Fiorenza Loretta Artemisia Aldersburg, Countess of Dover

"But Mama, I did-a meet him, at-a ve wedding reception." Uttered the Countess of Dover, cradling her newborn son; the drapes and bedsheets of the courtly apartment where she convalesced had been blackened out of respect for the dead, end even moreso the living kindred who mourned.

The babe, Alicent, wails long into the night…

"I-a thought ve name was Piacenza?" The Baron's sister stated in response to the news. "Must-a be ve common-ification of ve name."

"Is it like-a ve Dove? I'll-a be ve Contessa of doves?" inquired Fiorenza Varoche, the Earl's bride-to-be.

MC Name: phoebe202 Discord: majesticpasta Image: Description of Image: rp portrait of my character, Fiorenza Varoche Dimensions: 1 wide 2 high

omg this is such a slay…. I love villain rp

Zia Fiorenza wept once again at the news. So many niblings.... so little time.

Fat Feliks contemplates offering to eat the king's leftovers, "For ve sake of preventing food waste." Before proceeding to swipe a fresh pumpkin pie off a nearby windowsill.

The child's honorary aunt Fio wept. She was too young for such responsibility