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Eriantiel was silent when the Tar had announced the news, nervously tapping the armrest of her chair. War was her childhood, so was her mother's, and now her own kin faced the same fate. A cruel, unbroken cycle of the Arthalion's. This time, she refused to partake, taking a neutral side of it all.

ISSUED THE 24TH OF THE GRAND HARVEST, IN THE YEAR 198 OF THE SECOND AGE With the signing and promulgation of this document, the Kingdom of Númendil and the Margraviate of Beleth, henceforth referred to as ‘the signatories’, do agree on their honor to the terms laid forth hereafter. ARTICLE I: Non-Aggression The signatories agree in the absolute to a pact of non-aggression. There shall be no military conflict between either state, nor between their constituent vassals or noble Houses. Any breaches of this term shall be resolved through the appropriate diplomatic channels. ARTICLE II: Sovereignty The signatories mutually recognize the other as the sole sovereign state over their respective lands, and all titles affiliated with their respective styling. ARTICLE III: Trade The signatories agree to commit to a policy of free trade, and merchants from either realm shall be permitted to peddle their wares free of harassment. ARTICLE IV: Extradition and Mutual Effort The signatories agree to ensure the timely extradition of discovered fugitives in either realm, as well as the sharing of information and collaborative effort in struggles against the agents of darkness. ARTICLE V: Duration This treaty shall remain in effect for the duration of the reigns of Her Royal Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë and the co-rulers of Beleth, whichever should come to an end first. In such an event, this agreement will be open to renewal or renegotiation. SIGNED, HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the House Arthalionath, by the Grace of GOD, Queen of the Númenedain, Princess of Númenost and Minas Amath, Protector of the Adunians, Master of the Sharadûn, Templar Justiciar of the Archangel Michael, and Knight of the Realm HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, August ‘The Border Prince’ Valentin, Margrave of Beleth and Keeper of Raccoons HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Helen Hypatia Valentin, Margravine of Beleth, Lady of Marrowstone and Rosental WITNESSED, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Ser Eriantiel Esteleth Caranethiel of the House Arthalionath, Princess of Númenost, Lady of Aran-în-Eryn, Lady of Langenkirch, Warden of Minas Pethruin, Royal Castellan of the White Court of the Númenaranyë, and Knight of the Realm

The old Princess of Norland gasped at the news. A friend she knew many years ago, someone she cared for, now gone. Rosalind lit a candle for him, laid flowers at an altar, praying to the All-Father.

"They threaten my family? Please, they haven't killed any of us," the Princess scoffed. "They're wasting time, their own time, really."

The story repeated, a few decades later. However, it was a different tower, different protectors, different fate. Or perhaps it was all the same. The Princess of Númenost rested in her new tower - for once, she was at peace?

Eriantiel signed the contract before passing it over to Rúnagleth and Glyndwr, "A great adventure to experience, hm?" @VoidDimensions @Pepto

"... I did not mean this literally, when I said may God watch over us," Eriantiel mumbled.

Eriantiel sighed softly as she tapped her fingers at the meeting table. "And we're back here again," she mumbled to herself. "May GOD watch over us."

"She's getting married! Arathor, we must get you a suit, a proper one!" Eriantiel showed her youngest brother the invitation. @TN_TURKEY

Eydís read the missive, "Woah! This is so cool." The girl had no idea what this meant.

The Princess of Númenost tapped the table, "Hm - he could be of use for our court."

The Princess of Númenost sat on a beach under a palm tree with her mother, holding up her drink. "Ah. Another successful meeting." @AstriaS

The Princess of Númenost looked over her invitation with a smile. "Finally. A union that will last."

"And here we stand, in peace." Eriantiel smiled briefly, "Perfect time for tea."

The Princess of Númenost lit a candle for Alfred. And another for the future reign of Frederica and Brandt. "May they rule with greatness."