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Countess Ludovar grits her teeth at the news as her pale knuckles bear white. Always of a weak complexion herself, she oft remains within the safety of her bedroom or office in Ricksburg following the publishing of the news - if only to avoid contact with the ill. To herself, she wonders if the Rutherns had planned to sicken them all, or if it was merely the Ducal servants who had by accident placed both families in danger. Nevertheless, a bouquet of forget-me-not flowers are delivered to the Duchess in Druzstra to freshen the air and wish the Ruthern family well.

A CROW DISHONOURED THE DISOWNMENT OF ILYA VLADIMIR LUDOVAR Issued by THE COUNTESS OF OTISTADT On the 10th of Msitza ag Dargund, 441 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, Due to significant differences between the Lord and Her Excellency, the Countess of Otistadt has made the difficult decision to disown her direct cousin. After arranging to marry a common woman without her consent, the pair sat down for a foul discussion one Autumn morning in the halls of Ricksburg. As such, it is with a heavy heart, that the County of Otistadt cuts all ties with Ilya Vladimir Ludovar and regards him as though he were born a bastard to his father and House - just as he has betrayed them. As such, Ilya shall be stripped of his rights, honours, lordship, and his most honourable of names. It is the will of the Countess of Otistadt that he take on the ancestral Karovic bastard’s surname, and henceforth be referred to as “Firr Ilya Vladimir Barrow”. The House of Ludovar makes it very clear that it may consider reaccepting Firr Ilya upon a sincere apology, however conditions will have to substantially change before it can discuss such. TIZ LIFST DLUM HAESIY, Her Excellency, Adele Emma Ludovar, Lady Justiciar of Hanseti-Ruska, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Ricksburg, Lady Handler of Hanseti-Ruska, Kastellan of Domestic Trade, Kastellan of Labour

Countess Adele Ludovar smiles in satisfaction that neither she nor her children have done anything outlandish enough to draw the attention of the Mistress of Whispers. At last, her politely mild manners are paying off as her House's reputation remains steadfast, no longer subject to such a trashing as they endured under her father's tenure. Alas, she smiles in sympathy for Duchess Ruthern and the Grand Prince's endeavors recounted in the Edition. And finally, she grins to herself and notes it down her correct prediction. That of the return of Hearsay detailed in the most recent publishing of her passion project - The Kortrevich Bull Post.

Anabel finds herself sat again at his side, tending to him with utmost care. Once more, droplets drip down off her cloth as she squeezes it over a bowl of water. They remain the only noises permeating the room, and the keep, aside from her occasional grunts of effort from moving him. While so recently the courtyard had been filled with life, and laughing, now nothing remained except grief and sorrow. So many things left unsaid, so many jokes left since-unspoken, so little joy left. Anabel dabs at Adrian’s forehead dutifully, although unlike the last time she had to do so, there is no respite. Her Farfadir was truly asleep. He wouldn’t periodically wake up, shout about, or look at her apologetically, or help her with her tasks. He was sleeping, and he might never wake up. She had taken it upon herself to feed him; a truly difficult task. It required carefully hefting the elder up to sit upright in bed - with various pillows as bracers to keep him sitting up - and dividing his prepared food into very small bites. After feeding it to him, she’d lower his head in order to block of the airway, and gently coach him into performing a swallowing action. Thereafter, she’d turn to her food journal and note down exactly what he ate. Over the coming weeks, she noticed he was thinning - despite his skinny stature already - but she suspected her efforts were certainly slowing the process. Which provided her some degree of comfort. Despite her lengthy daily labours, she also spends her time studying The Book. The Book. There is only one book, and it is hers now. Her Book. It was taking her days just to read through the entries already entered; those of such mighty House Colborn figures of old, and their struggles. She can still remember what she told Elia. It still remained in her brain now, and she fully believes it. It can’t … It’s nej different from last time. He’s just scheming. Like before. He’s planning. Farfadir would never leave us alone … Without him. He’s just- He’s probably just testing us. Or planning his next move, like before. She peers over at Adrian’s face, her own mournfully frowning. “Farfadir … What are you planning?” She asks impatiently; worry etched into her voice. “You can tell mik … You s-should tell mik … Y-you have to tell mik.” She talks to him often. Sometimes she reads to him, or quotes passages from the entry of The Book she’s currently reading. Even though he can’t listen to her, it provides some sort of comfort … As though she were still having a conversation with him. She peers at his face again. As though molded, there rests a peaceful smile. He was always smiling … Droplets drip onto the surface of the water. Anabel Elia’s face contorts to a faint scowl. “It’s nejt fair.” She mutters then, “Stop smiling, you daft old man.” "We’re all mourning, and you look happy - glad, even.” A tear slides down her cheek as droplets drip onto the wooden floor. Her hands wrench the damp cloth away from his face as she stands up in sorrowful anger. Her letter from him rests on the dresser not far away - received in his bedroom. The bowl resting on her lap tips onto the floor. Water crashes to the wooden boards with an accompanying screech.

WARDSHIP REFORMS THE CURRICULUM OF THE OFFICE OF THE JUSTICIAR Issued by THE LADY JUSTICIAR ADELE LUDOVAR On the 6th of Gronna ag Droba, 440 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, Since ascending to her position of newly-restored honor, the Lady Justiciar has been hard at work going over the works of past High Justiciars before her, and compiling their teachings into a newly revitalized curriculum to fill the classrooms of the Office with busy students and wards. After many months of consultation with the Lady Palatine, Deputy Justiciar, and other experienced retirees of the Office, and many years of planning such a reform, the curriculum is finally ready. BASIC LESSON A - THE AULIC COURT In order to take their first steps on the journey to becoming a Jovenaar or Royal Detective, Wards must first understand how the Office of the Justiciar and, by extension, the Aulic Court it manages works. Understanding these first principles are vital to working in the Office, and Wards will be taught what the role of the Aulic Court is in the grander scheme of the Kingdom. They will also learn about each of the different roles in the Office and each of its three Branches; Enforcement, Investigative, and Judicial, and what each of them do. They will also learn about the mechanisms behind becoming an Enforcer, Detective, or Jovenaar, and how to become one. Lastly, Wards will be taught a few of the rules of the Office and how these rules dictate what its members can and can’t do within the scope of the law in pursuit of Justice. BASIC LESSON B - THE HAURUL CAEZK In this lesson, Wards will become familiar with the Lawbook of Haense; the Haurul Caezk. They will go through each of the sections of it and learn about the differences between Criminal and Civil Trials. They will also be taught the restrictions and laws that protect certain parties from being convicted for Crimes. BASIC LESSON C - PRACTICAL KNOWLEDGE This lessons teaches Wards some of the more broader practical elements that they should take into account when arranging Court. It also goes over the simpler conventions of the Aulic Court, such as different kinds of Trials, and when Court should and should not be held in response to a Civil Complaint, or report of Criminal Activity. Wards will also be taught general pre-trial procedure. Wards will then be issued an assignment to complete by the High Justiciar. Upon completion, it will confirm their understanding of what they have learnt so far, and encourage them to expand their guise into other areas of the Office which they may not have encountered yet. Wards will be required to produce a significant academic work such as a study in order to progress to the next stage of training. INVESTIGATIVE LESSON A - THE INVESTIGATIVE BRANCH This lesson goes into detail on the role of Detectives in the Office. It teaches Interviewing Techniques, along with reviewing the duties and legal allowances of the Investigative Branch when pursuing evidence. Wards hoping to become Royal Detectives must be of at least Oathedman rank in the Brotherhood of St. Karl to legally protect them while investigating. This lesson establishes the first steps when being given an Investigation, and teaches students their limitations and other miscellaneous pieces of information required to be a good Detective. INVESTIGATIVE LESSON B - CRIME SCENES Vitally, Detectives must have a wide breadth of knowledge of what to do and what they are looking for when faced with a crime scene, and this lesson supplies them with the questions that they must be asking. It also teaches them the basic conventions of immediate investigation following crime scene discovery, such as who to speak to, what to take note of, what will be required to prove a certain point in court, etc. Following the Investigative Lessons, the High Justiciar - or Investigative Deputy - will organise a Mock Investigation to practice them in the processes of Investigation and Information Discovery. Their success on this task will be judged by the supervising High Justiciar, who will then decide whether or not they are ready to continue. At this stage, Wards must decide whether they wish to complete their training here and petition the High Justiciar to become a Royal Detective, or whether or not they will finish the remainder of the curriculum to pursue becoming a full Jovenaar JUDICIAL LESSON A - COURT ETIQUETTE Maintaining the complex historical traditions of the Courtroom is important, and doing so will enable a Jovenaar to do their job with more efficiency. As such, Judicial Wards must be taught these traditions and how to maintain decorum within their courtroom. The lesson will also teach students the duties of the Jovenaar in more detail, and the controlling factors that regulate Jovenaar conduct to prevent power from getting to their heads. JUDICIAL LESSON B - TRIAL PROCEDURE Of course, the most vital thing for a Jovenaar to know is how to run and control a trial. This lesson gives a step-by-step guide to each stage of a trial, and it goes into more detail on the processes of each kind of trial and how they are managed. Wards are also taught about the meanings and certain conventions related to sentencing guilty parties, and all post-trial filing procedures. To allow for Wards to learn of what are reasonable punishments and what are not, while they are Judicial Wards they will be assigned to the Jovenaars of the Office to ‘shadow’ them in order to learn from them. They will assist these Jovenaars in their duties, and they will gain insight and a greater breadth of experience through observation. Only on the assent of their mentors will Wards be nominated by the High Justiciar to become Jovenaars. Before they are eligible to take the written examination, Wards will participate in a Mock Trial. Here, Wards of the Office will be assigned roles and expected to perform a realistic trial where they will be supervised by the High Justiciar and judged based on the Jovenaar’s ruling, arguments made by Prosecution/Plaintiff & Defendant, testimonies, etc. The goal of the exercise is to give Wards more active experience being in a court setting to enable them to perform better in real court. Following this, Judicial Wards will be issued the written examination for them to complete. Provided their answers are to the High Justiciar’s liking, they will then be nominated to be presented and confirmed for the position by the Royal Duma thereafter. Lastly, they will take the Oath of Office before the King and then be full Jovenaars with the power associated thereof. Special thanks to Deputy Justiciar Nikolai Kortrevich, Ser Reinhardt Barclay, and Ser Conrad Barclay for their consultations while developing this curriculum. MONN TAMORT OE SPARVEED, Her Excellency, Adele Emma Ludovar, Lady Justiciar of Hanseti-Ruska, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Ricksburg, Lady Handler of Hanseti-Ruska, Kastellan of Domestic Trade, Kastellan of Labour

Countess Adele Ludovar silently forwards the letter to the rest of her children, often being slid under their doors, snuck into their pockets, or pinned to their backs.

A LONG OVERDUE FESTIVITY TO CELEBRATE THE CONSTRUCTION OF RICKSBURG A painting of newly built Ricksburg, and the Otistadt tundra, by Lady Marcella Ludovar, 434 E.S. Issued by THE COUNTESS OF OTISTADT On the 4th of Wzuvar ag Byvca, 440 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, For many years, construction and renovation work took place in Otistadt - postponed continuously as architectural plans evolved and mishaps in implementation happened - but Ricksburg finally stood finished in 434 E.S.; A grander and much more sizable new keep for the House of Ludovar, aptly fitting for their rise in status and numbers. Despite the completed construction, the subsequent celebration that the Countess had dreamt of was postponed for a number of reasons: attacks by local monsters, the Count-Consort’s endeavour to build a magnificent snowman in the depths of the Rimeveld, and mostly notably the long-term illness of the Countess herself. Yet now Ricksburg stands at the ready, a tour shall be held for the guests to be showcased the most important rooms for those not wishing to dance. Servants will have drinks at the ready in the rosefield ballroom and music to begin the long dances into the night. The hosts request formal dress, so come bearing your very best. Although be wary to wear something durable and warm, as Otistadt is particularly chilly. BEVERAGE SAMPLING A beverage recently debuted at the appraised Karosgrad Wine and Cheese festival will be brought out for the masses to sample throughout the night. Dubbed the “House Ludovar Pinot Noir”, this most exclusive beverage cannot be bought from any shops, and only attained at Comital House celebrations. Juice or cocoa will be provided for those of an adolescent nature. THE GRAND TOUR A tour will commence to introduce the populace to the looming towers, rolling hill views, and arching ceilings of the new construction to bring the keep together in a most grand and exclusive of displays. This tour will showcase the hard work of Ludovar Architect: Erika Vatornik. SNOWBALL BATTLES You can’t quite have festivities and snow without some form of intertwining both! Snowballs may be made, snowforts conquered, and for the less ambitious or the merciful: snowaenguls. Attendees will be divided into teams, where they will then battle one another in a fight to avoid frostbite at the hands of the enemy team. 5 hits from a snowball, and you’re out. Good luck! THE PEONY BALL As the final event, though certainly not the least of them, guests will make their way to the crowning jewel of Ricksburg - the Peony ballroom - where music, laughter, and dancing will reign for the remainder of the night of enjoyment! TIZ LIFST DLUM HAESIY, Her Excellency, Adele Emma Ludovar, Lady Justiciar of Hanseti-Ruska, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Ricksburg, Lady Handler of Hanseti-Ruska, Kastellan of Domestic Trade, Kastellan of Labour The Right Honourable, Matyas Isaak Ludovar, Count-Consort of Otistadt, Lord of Alban, Jovenaar of Hanseti-Ruska Her Ladyship, Marcella Georgina Ludovar Her Ladyship, Tatyana Amelya Ludovar, Ward to Mistress of the Robes and The Lady Palatine

BSK ADVISORY: ARREST ON SIGHT ORDER FROM THE DESK OF THE LADY JUSTICIAR Issued by THE LADY JUSTICIAR ADELE LUDOVAR On the 13th of Joma ag Umund, 440 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, A few months ago, a Court Verdict was published on the trial entitled “Krawn z. Kiramira”. This trial featured the murderer of Pyotr Ludovar, who plead guilty to the Aulic Court and was then sentenced to be shot by an arrow, and fed to gorillas - as per the Prosecution’s wishes - by presiding Jovenaar Iulius Vernhart. The Prosection also required for the arrow to be shot by a member of the Comital House of Ludovar - as the parties who endured the most damages due to the killing. The only Ludovar present at the Trial was young Marcella Georgina Ludovar - daughter of Lord Pyotr - who did her duty and shot the arrow. Once fed to the gorillas - in front of a crowd - did the Defendant Wu Kiramira suffer such injuries as to die. However, it has come to my attention after a threatening note was sent to Marcella Ludovar, that the Defendant is undead and thus unwelcome in our Kingdom. Upon inspection of the note in question, his words were “I feel very much alive, fortunately.”. The note goes unsigned, however the Office of the Justiciar suspects that Mr. Wu Kiramira is to blame for its correspondence - or another of his family or company. As such, I declare in my power as the Lady Justiciar that Wu Kiramira and his associates are entirely unwelcome in Hanseti-Ruska, and advise any BSK or Knights alike to arrest this individual on sight, and imprison him until he can be tried before the Aulic Court. Likewise, the Office of the Justiciar will offer up a 250 mina prize to anyone who can capture or kill him. IT IS SO ORDERED. IV JOVEO MAAN, Her Excellency, Adele Emma Ludovar, Lady Justiciar of Hanseti-Ruska, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Ricksburg, Lady Handler of Hanseti-Ruska, Kastellan of Domestic Trade, Kastellan of Labour

The Phantom of a Doctor watched over her brother and his descendants. She knew the truth of what had happened to her Great Niece, although death had locked her in silence and sobbing, seeking solace in the starry seven skies above. Even if she had been able to tell her niece's tale, lonely madness drove her away and her voice merely echoes on the wind now. "Oh dear young Barclay page, How long du have slept, And into the depths Of darkness, dein Mütter wept, Dein Vater drinks, dein Freund sinks, Oh DEAR young Barclay page!!" Any unfortunate listeners hear these whisperings of tragic misfortune, followed by the cackling laughter of a mad woman, as it drifts across the Reinmaren plains on the wind.

Adele Ludovar smiles to herself. "Yam a Hauch Aedymamej now," She chuckles, then lightly squinting at the image attached to the missive depicting the twins. "Ugly babies, though. But they're mea sestra's hauchbabejs, so ea can't thing that for too long.."

Newly minted, Adele Ludovar, Lady Justiciar of Haense, received the trial report when she went to work that morning. She blinked in surprise at the abrupt end of the long investigation. "So they finally got him..." She murmurs, smiling to herself in relief. However, her smile was swiftly struck off her face as she read a bit further down. 'It was decided that a member of the Comital House of Ludovic [Ludovar] must be the one to shoot the accused in his punishment. Luckily, the young Lady Marcella Ludovar was present at the trial to do this deed for the Aulic Court.' And with that, she hurried off into the streets of Karosgrad to seek out her cousin's daughter.

The Surgeon - the shadow of Adrianna Darkwood - watches her brother make his way into the Basilica of St. Henrik. Unfortunately, due to her condition she finds herself unable to continue in after him into that Holy Site, although she knows that today is the day. It's become clear to her after all if these years; when a soul is preparing to pass on. "Ich wast right, brüder, Ich waaasst..." Whispers her voice on the breeze. Tears fill her grey unmoving eyes as her brother collapses at his altar. "D-don't die yet, Klausie... Ich will miss du. Ich will never see du again if du go now..." And yet it seems Tylos III can't even hear her, watching from outside. He's too busy watching Reinhardt. As the last of the Vicar's life leaves his body, the ghost observes his spirit ascending towards the Seven Skies and she lets out a howling sob. At last, after years of watching over him - in his work, in his coma, in his final moments - she had nothing more to hang on to. There was only one man, one being that she cared for, now. The Phantom's eyes turn then to her final, eldest of brothers. If there was anyone who could have seen her, they would have noticed as they glowed white hot. "Reinhardt~~~" And a new man was to be haunted for the rest of his days.

Adele Ludovar beams as the first work of her tenure is published at last! "It begins." She grins to herself, glancing back to her desk stacked high with papers for the remainder of the Judicial reforms.

Adele Emma Ludovar stands before the Dais, the events of the past month running through her mind. It felt like a dream, but one of the best dreams of her entire life. Even as Karl III made his request of her - the bear the burden of the Copper Bulava, that burden which killed her father, and take on the Office of the Justiciar - she felt no hesitation in her answer. "Ea do." And it was as simple as that, yet Adele knew that this was just the beginning. She would not rest until every killer, criminal, and wrongdoer had been served justice.

Adele Emma Ludovar breathes a sigh of relief that the third edition of the Bull Post is finally published!

Adele Emma Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Ricksburg, Niece of one of the fallen, ex-player of another, etc, etc, likes these poems. She smiles upon reading the finished compendium, thereafter picking up her quill to insert a passage into the next Edition of the Kortrevich Bull Post.

Water dripped into the dark wooden bowl, the running of droplets being the only sound that permeated the Silent Home. Anabel Elia sat to his side - that of Adrian the elder - for toiling hours on end. She had promised her sister that she would care for the man when no one else had the strength to, and a Highlander is not an oathbreaker. The girl squeezed the soaked cloth over the bowl, allowing it to drip excess droplets onto the still surface of the water inside. Meanwhile, she used the now-damp cloth as a sponge onto Adrian's forehead as he sat dormant. While everyone else had busied themselves with searching for Ada, or the organisation of Godric's funeral, or had just fallen right into the bottle, Anabel - timid in all things - stayed home as she always did. Although now it was for neither research nor literature, as she had instead fallen into the role of caregiver. Her cousin, Allyssa was much too young to be left alone, and clearly, their grandfather needed tended to. That was what motivated her to stay home. She finished mopping the old man's forehead and sat back, rinsing the shabby brown cloth in the bowl of water before lifting his left hand and beginning to gently clean it - then repeating the motion with his right. Every few hours, Adrian would seemingly awaken in a bout of hysteria and would need calming. Anabel used these opportunities to attempt to feed and drink him, but often he would "sleep" once more before she had finished. His madness came from great sorrow, and she hoped to never have to experience that kind of pain ... Over the time that she looked after him, she slowly began to swear to never grow so attached as to be destroyed. Maybe it was self-preservation that drove her to this conclusion, maybe it was her empathy for the pain she was witnessing. "Farfadir..." She would coaxe whenever he was awake, "Come on, eat something..." And he would eventually heed her instructions, mumbling senselessly to himself before falling back into his trance, of sorts, and leaving her in her own company once more. She had no doubt that her grandfather was likely scheming to some extent; plotting, at least. He was obviously overcome with grief and loss, but nothing had ever stopped him before - hardworking to his core. She merely had to wait.

Anabel Elia Colborn takes the time to read a book. She doesn't wish to dwell too much on the reality of the effects of this death upon the family - she's now been bestowed with Allyssa, the care of both Adrian the younger and elder, and Elia's meeting dubbed them responsible for finding Ada. Life is going to change from now on...

"The Duke has, on multiple occasions in the Duma hall, referred to mea honourable peers by merely 'the lastname'. For example, labelling the Viscountess-Consort as 'the Kortrevich' and speaking to her as such despite her most prestigious position. Ea would niet exactly call him qualified to teach etiquette to mea daughters and son, but the Koenas speaks in retort..." Muses a certain Countess, reading the letters from her office in Otistadt without more of a comment on the matter thus far...

"My twin sestra and Vater ... Won't be around anymore." Those were the words spoken that sent her head spinning. Even as her young daughter, Emma, stood just beside her, Adele Ludovar stared at her half-brother in shock and confusion - mouth agape. Adrian von Audrick needed support and understand in that moment, that much the Countess knew as she sent her daughter away. Yet even while she hugged him and comforted him with stories of herself a long time ago, her head swam with the shock of it all. The pair of them knew their relation, yet neither had admitted it to the other. Even if Ludwig was not her real father, he was married to her mother. And he had been more understanding that her real father, at times, and more able. And once Johann passed on, he really did turn into her true father. His words echoed in her head as she sat at home: "Because you're my daught-!" He paused and sighed, massaging his temple as he corrected himself. "Because you're my wife's daughter, and I care about you." And she was truly alone now, with no one to help her. Papej was gone, Mamej was disappeared, and now Ludwig had gone too. She had been growing sick and growing a cough from all of the stress before then, but from the day she met with Adrian after Duma and was told the awful news, that drove her to become bedridden - cloaked in mourning black and riddled with the coughs of childhood illness.

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A BRIEF PERIOD OF REGENCY Issued by THE COUNTESS OF OTISTADT On this 11th of Tov ag Yermey, 434 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, Saddening news has befallen the Comital family; a sickness of the Countess has recently returned from her childhood; afflicting her and keeping her breathless and bedridden. She is being tended to by several physicians of the Hospital of St. Amyas, sent by the Surgeon General, and the County’s servantry treat her dutifully to keep her comfortable. Physicians have been unable to identify what has prompted the Countess’s sickness to return after so many years of lying dormant, however they estimate it may be correlated with a heavy amount of stress due to performing her duties alone for so long. As such, in order to attend to her duties and provide for their family, the Countess is stepping back from her role and appointing her loving husband, Matyas Ludovar, to act as Count-Regent of Otistadt temporarily until she has recovered. Physicians hope that Countess Adele shall be fully recovered within a year’s time. TIZ LIFST DLUM HAESIY, The Right Honourable, Adele Emma Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Ricksburg, Lady Handler of Hanseti-Ruska, Deputy Justiciar of Hanseti-Ruska, Kastellan of Domestic Trade, Kastellan of Labour The Right Honourable, Matyas Isaak Ludovar, Count-Regent of Otistadt, Lord of Alban, Jovenaar of Hanseti-Ruska

LETTER TO THE ROYAL DUMA: On the eligibility of Consorts Issued by COUNTESS ADELE EMMA LUDOVAR On this 10th of Wzuvar ag Byvca, 434 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG ADLERVIK, It has come to my attention, via casual discussion with my friends about the Royal Duma itself, that there may be a misunderstanding with regards to the rules of eligibility and the eligibility criteria for a Haeseni citizen to run in the General elections as a Royal Alderman/woman, or the Grand Maer. As it stands, the criterion we are interested in for this particular debate reads as follows: "3. Candidates must not be a titled peer or regent;" The questions stands as this: Are consorts permitted to run in General Elections? My interpretation of the policy as a jovenaar is that they are permitted to run, provided they do not become regent at any point during their term - upon which I would assume they must resign. However, this is my interpretation of the current criteria. If it is decided that consorts - defined as a man or woman whom is married to a currently titled peer (including: Baron-Consort / Baroness-Consort, Viscount-Consort / Viscountess-Consort, Count-Consort / Countess-Consort, Duke-Consort / Duchess-Consort, Prince-Consort / Princess-Consort, King-Consort / Queen-Consort) - should similarly be disallowed from running in a General Election, just as titled peers are, then the eligibility criterion to nominate oneself for the Elections should be amended as such: "3. Candidates must not be a titled peer, consort, or regent;" Over time, it seems that the two conditions have become confused in the eyes of the Haeseni people, and this is why I put forth this topic for discussion in the next session of His Majesty’s Royal Duma, in order to clear any confusion. If amendments to the definition (and those classified thereas) of a consort must be made, then they shall be done. TIZ LIFST DLUM HAESIY, The Right Honourable, Adele Emma Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Kazstadt, Lady Handler of Hanseti-Ruska, Deputy Justiciar of Hanseti-Ruska, Kastellan of Labour

Adele Ludovar breathes a sigh of relief, thankful that the enemy have made themselves too incompetent to ever threaten her or her children.

Countess Adele Ludovar raises an eyebrow as she reads the signatures at the bottom of the missive. "That Romstun is a Prinzen of Oren-" She gasps, "How can they justify being in an alliance with a House headed by an ally of Oren, and by extension - The Azdrazi..."