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Gabriel's friend Ae-Ra would forward her wedding present -- an expensive bottle of wine -- to the newlyweds upon hearing the news!

+1, was with the family during Oren and would join again if i had a slot free.

"Kept me waiting long enough!" Franz's late niece, Laetitia, -- who regarded him as her father rather than merely an uncle -- would jest; thereafter offering the man a hug as he was welcomed into the Seven Skies by his various kinsmen. Herself included, obviously. Elsewhere, a young woman mourned for one of the few she truly considered family.

"Je suis une tante!" The Baron's little sister, Elara, declared upon hearing the news.

In the Seven Skies, Laetitia's eyes began to water... A wayward niece curled up into a ball, somewhere. "Why does the concept of family seem so awful? Out of the relatives of mine I've met, they all seem to be at each other's throats nonstop... Maybe I was right to separate myself from them. Most of them, anyways."

"I don't believe I shall be able to go..." A letter penned in response to this news proclaimed; among other things, when it arrived at the home of the bride-to-be's aunt. "To travel to Aaun from Sakuregakure by horse would be one thing, but on foot? I would never make it in time. I'll procure a gift you can take along on my behalf. Send everyone my love, (and dangsine sarange to you especially) Ae-Ra."

Laetitia offered a smile to her stepgrandmother; finally having met Catherine in the Seven Skies.

"Can we go?! Can we go?" The goddaughter of Renilde I would squeal to her parents (and godmother) upon spotting the invitation; bouncing up and down upon her stool near the campfire with excitement as she tugged on her mother's sleeve. "I know Hauchpapej said people from Haense aren't nice, but I've never been to a wedding before... And maybe we could find Yves a lady there, too!" @tilly@EmiliainWonderland@Chorale__@Cloutfather_

The late Mistress of the Robes smiled down from the seven skies.

Chagrin d’Amour et Étoiles Filantes The Maiden She was a fiery thing when she arrived in Petra, likened to a wildfire with her messy red curls and that temper inherited from the father she had never met. Her grudges seemed never ending and so were her questions in regards to the authority of her relatives over her. The sheltered upbringing Laetitia faced caused her to become somewhat uncouth and foul-mouthed, especially in regards to those she viewed as trying to force their authority over her. Laetitia didn’t understand why her mother insisted on dragging her off to a place so cold and dreary. Only that she was finally being allowed to show her face in official, formal settings. This was a great change for the poor girl, and something she had never been allowed to do prior; for fear of her grandmother’s reaction upon learning of little Lottie’s existence. The bastard of a second daughter with the illegitimate son of her grandmother’s treacherous sister; her mere existence was scandalous enough to rend the heart of any woman. And Laetitia proved to be no exception. During her time as Mistress of the Robes to the River Court, Laetitia had fallen head over heels for the illustrious Prince Marius of Haense, younger brother to the man who would later become Georg I of Haense – the latter being none other than the man poor Lottie’s heart would ache for most in the final years of her life, a fact known to everyone who was anyone as she was almost constantly at his side; doting on and fawning over him. The Mother Much like her heart, the state of Petra would become war-torn and weak in the aftermath of Renilde and Marius’s affair being leaked to the public. For many years Lottie traveled Almaris in an idle manner, no responsibilities or desires aside from finding some… purpose for herself after her very world was torn asunder in the chaos of Petra. Peace and respite, that was what she wanted most. She found it in the Morrivi Courts, and for a handful of years she was golden. She was loved, admired… she felt whole again. There was a time when smiles and jokes were a common part of everyday conversation, no matter if it was with a stranger or her nearest and dearest. The highlight of her life was undoubtedly at her debut, when she was named the first ever Swan of the Symposia Pragma. But it would not last, much like the reputation of the woman once thought to be the loveliest of roses in the garden of her family. The Crone Her father’s outright dislike for Laetitia came suddenly; it was one huff at the news he’d eloped without informing anyone and suddenly he was jumping at the chance to disown her and put an end to her “disrespect.” What’s more, he had taken to scolding her for being a “golddigger” every time they met, a fact that was by no means true. During the Symposia she had briefly courted a man of common status before he suddenly stopped attending the Symposia’s events… At which time another suitor made himself known, and she accepted him. What’s worse with her situation at this time, the sudden deaths of Georg’s wife and daughter caused him to grow distant. Not that she was not sad at this news, but She had never met Georg’s wife and infamously had a rather sour relationship with Mariya. Laetitia grew worried, and sought solace from this familial and romantic strife with an uncle, Franz Sarkozic. He was supportive, warm, and paternal; everything she needed at the time–and everything she wanted out of a father figure. He prioritized her over his work, and was there to comfort her when she was upset. He always stood up to protect her, and offered her advice when she needed it most. During a particularly heated conversation, Emir announced that he had ruined Georg and Laetitia’s relationship by gossiping with him about how 'wouldn’t she make such an awful wife and stepmother?' This was Laetitia’s last straw, and she promptly announced that Emir was dead to her. After storming out of Haute-Epine, Laetitia and Blanca promptly filed a lawsuit against Emir, which they were quickly intimidated into dropping as Emir formally disowned Blanca. The rest of Laetitia’s life was one complicated, downward slope. Her heart continued to weaken from the stress of it all, leading to another family argument as Emir refused to treat her for a heart attack until Franz insisted he would have Emir charged for murder if she died. She was well enough for a time, and her family soon decided enough was enough and arranged her marriage. She was to wed a man from the Roa family, who had established for themselves a Viscounty in Urguan. The marriage was as brief as her first, secret marriage. The only difference being that this time Lottie was the one to make a widower of her groom. Her heart was failing, slowly. She knew it. She would never live to watch her children grow up. And so, she wrote. [!] A public statement would be released announcing the death of Laetitia de Roa, formerly Laetitia de Rosius d’Abbassia. It is with great sorrow that the passing of Lady Laetitia Henrietta de Roa, Mistress of the Robes to the Morrivi Court, is announced by her next of kin. She passed on the 18th of Snow’s Maiden, 1923, of heart failure. We ask for you to be with her family at this time, and offer them your prayers. [!] In the days following the news of Laetitia’s death, letters would be sent out Eryane Franz Renilde Emma, Mariana & Blanca Emir Georg The Roas OOC stuff

Laetitia beamed upon receiving her invitation, and promptly began sorting through her wardrobe for an outfit befitting the event in preparation for such.

"Non, Oncle... I could never leave Haense. Not even to be Governess." Laetitia remarked upon a visit to Balian; whereupon her uncle, upon other things, suggested she should transfer her work to the Monterosa Court. Her mind raced as she spoke, as she desperately thought up an explanation that did not make herself sound like a lovesick fool -- She had given up on that, after all! -- "Haense is where I went after everything fell down around me in Petra; it's where I rebuilt my life. I know it must sound silly to you... but it holds a special place in my heart because of that." She answered earnestly, her gaze shifting to the tree that had been named after her mere moments prior. What she did not say, though she thought it, was "Georg is the only friend of mine from that period of my life who did not leave or betray me... how could I ever hurt him like that? Especially when he probably needs me most?" She bid her uncle adieu after that, thanking him a.. third? fourth? time for his help regarding a personal matter. "I have to return home, I haven't done my taxes yet." Was offered as the excuse for her abrupt departure -- the fact of the matter being that such was true was irrelevant, as Laetitia suspected that if there was any time she was needed most in Karosgrad, it was then; and by the side of her oldest friend.

“She had it coming.” The Mistress of the Robes uttered to herself, looking back on their argument in the streets of Karosgrad, now without fear.

love u queen, always here for u (i type as we're in a call lol)

Poor Laetitia would be sheltered from this news by her kin at Pompourelia, where she resided while recovering from her recent heart attack... which was worsened by Emir's initial refusal to treat her, given his insistence she was 'faking for attention'! "I am lucky to have your support, Oncle Franz... you have always been the picture of what I thought a father should be." She commented to the titular Viscount, "Without you, I would surely be dead by now." @Matheaww

The great-niece of the late Pontian IV offers an approving nod upon hearing the news. "Shall we go, Oncle? I realize in my current state that travel is unwise... but this is a historical event, after all." Laetitia remarked to her uncle, the titular Viscount of Pompourelia; under whose care she remained whilst recovering from a heart attack. @Matheaww

The bride's mother dabs away the tears forming in her eyes at the news; thereafter glancing to her husband. "Oh Grigoryi dear, we must go.. s'il tu plait?" @1_Language_1

unfathomably based, +1

“An election won’t be fair unless all of relevance to the Raevier heritage are allowed a say - the list here is but a sham. Without their blessing I daresay the rest of Canondom will be on the new “Duke’s” doorstep within a matter of hours and ready to brawl.” A resident of Haense mutters, tossing the missive into one of the many fireplaces present in the Morrivi Prikaz.

The Red Lady of the Morrivi Prikaz In the evenings following the Adrian Sewer Excursion, sightings of a ‘Red Lady’ have been rumored throughout the Morrivi Prikaz, causing alarm and dread in the hearts of Courtiers. The Lady, Hence the name Red Lady, dons a nightgown of crimson, with a matching robe over it; a clear indication that she is (or was, if one is apt to believe she is some sort of specter and not merely a Lady displaced by the horrors of war) of Noble birth, or at least possesses great wealth. Her hair is reportedly as red as her gown, and she appears to glow in the dim candlelight. One of the most obvious signs of her presence is to hear the playing of a harp in the dead of night, as she has been observed playing one such instrument in the Prikaz Ballroom. Is she the ghost of a noblewoman killed in the scourge, unreported? Or a noblewoman of old, remaining with the Court for some unspecified reason? No one can say for sure, though as the rumors continue to spread all are encouraged to keep Aurum nearby after sunset.

Let me guess, his thoughts were muddled as the result of a concussion?” A woman queries from the Morrivi; as she strode down the hallways of the Courtiers’ apartments in search of a safe, quiet place to nap.

Laetitia promptly pens a letter to the Grand Lady with much delight, requesting the placement of a harp within the square; so that she may display her own Auvergnat culture through song.

"GOD is good, and through his will we shall reign victorious!" -- "I'm so happy I could kiss the Koeng! No more laying down and letting the wretched Adrians scream and shout yet flee like cowards..." A courtier of the Morrivi would cheer.

“Ah… So Heinrik ‘the hen’ flew back to his coop, eh? I expected such cowardice from one who betrays his King, his God and his very family. Not to fear, we’ll soon make scrambled eggs of his fellows.” A witness to the beginning of the trial would remark to her Koeng; thoroughly amused by her own egg puns. “Should I ask Grand-Oncle about changing my middle name? Henrietta is just the feminine equivalent of Heinrik in Auvergnat diaspora; and with the fact that the Anathema and I both descend from Sarkozic lineages it isn’t exactly the best for my public image, you know.” She’d add thereafter, her tone still one of jesting. @gusano

"I pray, I pray, that the rest of Canondom has the backbone to continue their opposition to Heinrik the Heretic." A woman would mumble to herself, signing the Lorraine thereafter. "If not, it shall spell doom for us all. Whose land shall they come for next, if they learn they can simply attack and claim more from it? Haense? Norland? Petra? Urguan?"