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"Father," A voice called from far within the Carnelle house, nestled into a corner of Ritterburg's noble district, "That Schwanstein wretch it at it again..."

A certain pink rose Carnelle read over this missive, laughing akin to that of a hyena. "Oh- Oh, father! Wait until Aunt Anna hears about this!"

Roswyn Halcourt read over this missive with a saddened heart, fond memories of the assignments she had submitted to her childhood headmaster, and how she did once get her lost within the capital. The first dame of Alba, Kaba Halcourt, would surely live on within her mind forever, as she was one who aided in forming it.

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A pamphlet had been swept into the mailbox of the home belonging to Roswyn and Olivier Halcourt, a mailbox which typically did sit rather empty unless it was a delivery of eggs and feathers, or perhaps a student's work... but this time, it was far more interesting. A horrid gossip, Roswyn had been, all her life... but never a gossip on the topic of her family. It was her family that she never touched the topic of, no matter how terrible of a fight she would get into with Rothwin, no matter what words were exchanged with her 'unruly' niece, family was never something she publicly spoke ill of. Not her blood. So, upon reading such words spoken of the family she had aided so intensely in her youth, Roswyn fell conflicted. How thankful she was that her youngest of brother's name had been cleared... but what of the price spent to do such? It was not the worst of gossip... but it was still word that could be twisted into unyielding knots.

After having spent many hours at the side of that inky-haired duchess in her labors, assuring both her and the babe's health, it felt almost as though she had announced a curse upon the young Diane as she gazed upon the newly born girl. It was not unknown to Roswyn, the weight that would be set upon Diane's shoulders once more as this missive spread to the public, and that however much unease settled within the Duchess, the unease of the people would be worse until a boy was born, an heir.

Roswyn Halcourt looked upon the skillfully decorated interior of St. Godwinsburger with a proud smile, glad to finally be done with her hard work, and happy that her baby brother was finally doing something productive.

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✠ Discord & IGN Usernames: 0mnip0tent. & 0mnip03nt ✠ Full Legal Name: Roswyn Halcourt ✠ Residence (Must be within constituency): Oak Street 5 ✠ Age (Must be over 18): 42 (? havent logged on today i dont remember... i think thats right) ✠ I, a property owner in Alba, cast two votes in favor of… ✠ Rothwin Aldor ✠ Berengaria di Rosavena

"How curious this all is... I wonder which one of them it is." Then, as Roswyn went about her day, she glanced about the streets to see if she might notice any particularly suspicious ladies-in-wait...

Roswyn Halcourt walked over to her brother's home within Alba, and simply walked in without a knock,"Rothwin, did you know that there are more Tibers? Did you meet these ones when you found Diane?"

Roswyn Halcourt looked upon that of her eldest brother's missive. Being of the Office of Medicine, the Matron of Alba, wife of the Prince's Institute's headmaster, and of course Aldor blood... this was all terribly appealing to her. "Nobody shall shine as brightly as he who is of the thrisun." Decided the woman.