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Esfir Kortrevich clawed at her own throat the moment she woke up in her bed within the safe keep of Jerovitz - the horrifying and shattering crash of glass upon the Vidaus floor and the jolt upon the table as both Royal Twins hit the table with a thud. She had just swallowed the walnut-and-carrot cake in which Andrik himself had choked upon - panic overtook the little girl as she had witnessed her first two deaths at such a young age, and to go out with a bang at a wedding? What a feat. Her mother and father's voices had gone blurry as black overtook her vision and before she had known it, she sat upright and tore at her flesh - sweaty, clammy and eyes ablaze - Anything to get that damned piece of cake out of her throat, with the purpled visage of the fallen Prinzen branded into her child's mind. Nails dug into her neck as bitten nails scratched up soft skin, as if attacked by a rabid animal. Slower and slower did the girl's little hands paw at her neck, no doubt waking up her siblings, yet she stared at her hands - a bit bloodied and battered now before wiping them on the bed and tying her headscarf a little tighter now around the neck. Staring at the mirror, mist-blue eyes stared back into her own as tired hands smoothed out the ichor-coloured scarf hiding her locks. What a strange and profound feeling this was. To stare death straight in the eye and not only be terrified by it, but find comfort in it's hollow embrace as well. Is what she would've thought, but she was just a child. Her terrified claw-marks will find their deeper meaning soon enough.

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A red-veiled woman slipped through the dunes of the South, catching word from her home of the North of the upcoming wedding through word of mouth and from allies nestled within the ice. She seemed to pause in some sort of disgruntled satisfaction - wondering where her own private invitation was. Nonetheless, it seemed that her vacation would have to be cut short as she turned heel - heading back to the red-bricked walls to hear the wedding bells ring.

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Esfir Amelya Rose Kortrevich babbles while in her mother's arms - fat little hands grasping at the air and anything else the little girl could get her fingers on, which unfortunately meant Esmée's (@dove) hair. She gave a falling lock of blond a light yank at the kiss, cooing up a little scheming storm with a gummy smile.

Theodosya Cecilya Barclay raised a brow at the personal invitation. With a knowing snort that this was going to happen eventually, she goes back to toiling away at the forge and worktable - preparing a special craft for the bride to be.

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A certain Sirame stared at the missive in their little tent - with boxes and belongings piled high against the wall and floor. A brow quirked, and a smile donned on her face - hurriedly unpacking some belongings and gifts in light of the celebration.

Theodosya Cecilya Barclay blinked at the letter sent by her Deputy Ambassador - at first, pride filled her subtle smile to see the boy so passionate in his work which quickly devolved into appallment and disgust. "What a joke - why ist Siby constantly being picked on? And Klara? Someone 'ought to teach boys manner, this ist getting ridiculous."

Theodosya Cecilya Barclay had actually been reading the letter, folding it up in her hand with a grimace as Klara finally finds her. She blinks some, glancing down at what Klara also held before sighing. "Ea do niet even have to do anything for them to know about this. It's like they already did mea job. Hopefully this ist enough to make Lord Mikhail shape up his manners and attitude, or the public might do that for him." She offered a bark of a laugh - filled with not joy, but pity.

Arcelia Jupiter Guenevere de La Luz held a few owls in her arms - helping them preen, until one had returned onto the windowsill, bearing a letter of his mother's name and stamp. Curious, the epiphyte pried it from the bird's talons and read through and through, brows knit in idle consideration followed by a scoff - one of disbelief and mirthlessness for the whole situation. "Well said, Mama. I'd like to see what they have to say to the real and true story - Qué montón de idiotas."

Theodosya Cecilya Mondblume reads the paper and bore a conflicted look upon her visage. "... Yam niet in it, but mea family is." After a moment of comtemplation, she tosses the missive into a fire!

Theodosya Cecilya Mondblume sat in a tucked away home in Urguan upon the coast, having visited some friends before a missive would be tossed upon the doorstep with a soft 'thud'. The woman blinked and picked it up, settling into the kitchen of the cottage - ocean blue eyes darted across the page with more and more haste. Upon reading the final words, the Lady Mondblume crumpled up the paper into a white-knuckled fist. No words were uttered, though there seemed to be no words to even begin to describe how she felt. The Mondblume perhaps went missing for a few days similar to how she was captured at the raid upon Jerovitz. There was nay a trace of her in Karosgrad, her apartment or the Kingdom of Haense. The little cottage at the shore was laid in waste of the Lady's unbridled rampage - books and papers shredded, shattered glass all over floorboards, bodies piled high. As the woman sat crumpled in her destruction, her anger, her guilt, a hollow glare glued onto her fractured reflection on the broken fragments of the bottles, of her mind, of her psyche. "..What a waste." Collecting herself even still, she'd head out and dig a small, shallow grave in front of a tree, with three other headstones placed. Flipped a bottle cap in her hands did she toss it into the dirt hole, burying it once and for all. The body gone, the fleeting memories immortal, the sin forever more.

A Union At Last The Marriage between August Barclay and Theodosya Mondblume 13th I MSITZA AG DARGUND, 414 ES. [!] A painting of August Barclay and Theodosya Mondblume together in the fields of Reinmar. With the war upon the Kingdom of Haeseti-Ruska’s doorsteps, the air has become cold and devoid of any warmth as hardships continue to plague the land. Nearly 5 years of being betrothed in the midst of wartimes, Ser August Barclay and Her Ladyship, Theodosya Mondblume have decided that to be wed now is better than to be wed never. Their holy matrimony overseen by Godan will take place in about a year’s time, within the Reinmaren Chapel with the Noble Haeseni peerage and friends as their witness. FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT OUT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Royal Majesty, Sigismund III, King of Hanseti and Ruska and his royal pedigree His Royal Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree His Princely Grace, Johann Erich Barclay, Duke of Reinmar, Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska His Grace, Rhys var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree His Grace, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree His Right Honorable, Johann Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Nikolai Kortrevich, Viscount of Krusev and his noble pedigree The Lordship, Filip Amador, Baron of Monstadt and their noble pedigree His Lordship, Elimar Mondblume, Baron of Richtenburg and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Karl Amadeus Barclay, Count of Freimark and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Volk Mondblume and his noble pedigree Jon Snowell Rina d'Avre SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Ser August Franz Wilheim Barclay HER LADYSHIP, Theodosya Cecilya Mondblume

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THE BEGINNINGS of JULIYAFEST 6th OF GROMA AG DROBA, 412 E.S [!] A painting of a Haeseni woman writing back a response to her suitor. As the winter season comes to a close, thus begins the bloom of spring - of blossoming flowers and romances with it. Horen’s wife, Juliya - a patron of marriage, and fertility, is the guiding figurehead we bear in mind at Juliyafest. Such a figure is revered as the protector of women and watcher over her counterparts. To begin the season of courtship and love, a secret program of sorts has begun, courtesy of the Koenas’ Council. Suitors, partners, secret admirers, or friends may sign up to participate in an anonymous little game where one can sign up to send a gift to another with a note as a surprise, including the option to send a note to express one’s affection and care for one another. As stated before, this activity is completely anonymous and will be officially delivered out to noted recipients on the day of Juliyafest. This event is to represent the secret parts of love - the silent pining, the longing gazes across the floor, where one might not have the confidence to announce their infatuation publicly… These secret tokens are perfect. Signed, Her Royal Majesty, Emma Karenina, Queen-Consort of Hanseti-Ruska Her Ladyship, Theodosya Mondblume

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THEODOSYA MONDBLUME ; DLUM VE EDLERVIK ! [!] Theodosya Cecilya Mondblume studying in the halls of Ritchtenburg - ca 408 ES. THEODOSYA MONDBLUME; A HISTORY: Theodosya Cecilya Mondblume was born to Princess Petra Emma Mondblume nee Barbanov-Bihar and Baron Yvo Mondblume in 390 ES. She became the Koenas Emma Karenina Barbanov-Bihar nee Kortrevich’s ward and became a part of the Queen’s Council at the age of 10. Her mother taught her how to be kind as well as how to heal - the young woman being taught medicine since the day she could read. At the age of 19 did Theodosya obtain the job of Haeseni Diplomatic Ambassador to Elysium from Feodor May. Her entire life has been that of a whirlwind - constantly keeping herself busy with the upkeep of the Mondblume name and Richtenburg, caring for the injured in the hospital, and thus Alderman and politics is next on the Lady’s conquest for knowledge, and servitude to her people. THEODOSYA MONDBLUME; A COMPASS: During this election season, there has no doubt been rumours spread about the Karenina Accord and the need for recognition of female heirs and total primogeniture. Theodosya Mondblume sees most higher Aulic Positions have been taken up by noblemen, and subsequently in court and Duma as well. “Ve all bleed zhe same ichor - vhy are ve treated differently based on aspects ve can niet control?” - Theodosya Cecilya Mondblume She seeks to make room for equal and ample positions for women and others of all classes in all work positions, not just those of nobility. The Lady is a firm believer that every Haeseti citizen and beyond deserve to have their voices heard in Duma and in government. A nation divided by class, strife, and inner turmoil is not a nation at all - it would be and is only fair that every person who resides within The Kingdom of Haeseti-Ruska has an equal hand in creating a greater and more united people day by day. THEODOSYA MONDBLUME PROMISES TO: Push forward the Karenina Accord and support total primogeniture Support more female voices in court and Duma Make more room for women and commoners alike in government positions The Lady Mondblume only wishes for her home to thrive and open new opportunities for those who lack the current ability to do so. If it pleases The Kingdom of Haeseti-Ruska and her people to see a new age of equality between men and women regardless of social status, Theodosya Cecilya Mondblume shall be their voice in her first term as Royal Alderwoman. Signed, Her Ladyship, Theodosya Cecilya Mondblume

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Theodosya Cecilya Mondblume sat upon the edge of the bed where her mother’s body had been ever-so-graciously placed. Raven locks already greying, clothes dirty and ripped from the fall, and her eyes glazed over as rigour mortis began to set. The woman would try and reach a hand to her mother’s hand - trying in some stupid and desperate ploy to try and feel some warmth but, alas, she could not. The Mondblume retracted her hand and placed it back in her quivering lap - curls hiding that of an enraged glare through threatening tears that seemed to bore into her mother’s skull - how DARE she. As the voices of those clamouring over to console the girl and to see the fallen royal’s body, Theodosya would push past them all - ears deaf to outside voices but her own. The Lady Mondblume sat in her room in Richtenburg, boxes upon boxes of Prinzenas Petra’s things. Clothes, items, jewels, and more - even a doll gifted for her brother. Her eyes stared away from the multitude of passed down things and only stared onwards to the likeness of both her mother and father, immortalised in paintings of grace and regality. She hated it. She hated knowing that she would never be free from the judging look upon her mother’s face; to know more, to DO more, to BE more. Theodosya couldn’t stand looking at her mother, not like this, not when she held so much of Petra in her own features already. Screams and smashes could be heard from that top tower room of the faraway Keep - boxes shoved over and belongings tumbling out onto the floor. Torn canvases and ripped dresses lay upon the floor with decapitated dolls and toys. Grieving roars of pain and agony with the smashing of wood created a symphony that only the living would know the pain of. Godan only takes and takes; how selfish he must be to laugh and enjoy the sufferings of his people.

Theodosya Cecilya Mondblume, in still some state of shock of.. events transpiring, she stares at the missive with a saddened yet forced smile. "...For Kaytie. Ea must be strong, for Kaytie." The young woman would begin to bury herself back into the work and planning of what to say and give to the loving couple, to distract from her own dismal and now-emptier life.

❅ The White Bear Tavern’s Silver Jubilee ❅ ❅ 2nd of The First Seed, 59 SA ❅ [!] A painting of The White Bear Tavern in Old Elysium, bustling with patrons. It has been long since the Duchy of Elysium has spread its wings and become independent from the Kingdom of Norland. Since then, the small city has been nothing short of kind and compassionate to those who graciously pass into her walls and decide to make it their home. A cornerstone to such hospitality has always been the White Bear Tavern, offering a place of sanction and company to those who seek it - and upon it's 25th year of operation, it is fitting to honour such a longstanding landmark in Elysium History. The Kingdom of Elysium cordially invites Elysians and friends to join them in a night of joviality, entertainment, and fun in the form of The White Bear Tavern's Silver Jubilee - a special tavern night to commemorate the Tavern and the place it has formed within the community. There will be drinks, contests and a special mug commemorating the 25th anniversary of the White Bear Tavern. Signed by, Duke Eugeo de Astrea Lord Esmond Reede, High Council Member, Co-Owner of the White Bear Tavern and Department of Culture Chancellor Lady Esmeralda Mariana Guenevere, High Council Member, Elysian Post and Postal Founder, and Head Event Collaborator Penned By, Lady Lotte Dolorem, Department of Health Chancellor

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