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

"So, the rumors were true," the silver eyed princess quietly stated. "This is quite amusing."

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The Princess of Númenost did not weep for her fallen friend. Instead, she went fishing - reminiscing their iconic duo attack.

Eriantiel of Númenost wrote a letter to the Princess, sending in a nomination: ✠ Sir Peter "The Flame of Waldenia" Arasuil von Stroheim ✠ King-Consort of Númendil, Ritter of the Order of Saint Tylos, The Flame of Waldenia, Kastellan of Turm Langhof ✠ Southwest Swamps ✠ Taken by Archangel Michael, fighting against Gashadokuro's undead ✠ Died 1984

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The Hyspian Knight stood by the old Queen, "Tell me where to go. I will stand and bleed for the River."

The retired Hyspian Knight of the Petra hummed softly as she read over the missive. "It seems like the perfect time to return, no?" She glanced over to her husband, "Maybe it is time to stand with them again." @Phersades

"Gingers are plaguing our bloodline..." The Princess of Númenost mumbled, scrunching her nose in disgust.

It was supposed to be an ideal day for fishing. But it took a turn for the worse. Blades were drawn, blood was spilled, limbs were ripped. And yet, Peter had overcome the battle, tearing into the undead until they were gone. His victory came with a cost; the princess stood there in shock as he had faded into dust, nothingness. As if he never existed. She sat there for a while, weeping. It went on for hours. Days. Weeks. Perhaps he’ll return, just another trick of the undead. He was fine, right? “They’ll think it’s my fault.” The princess was always blamed. “You let him die.” Her mind was not so kind to her. “You’re no Stroheim.” Nor was she an Arthalion. And so she stayed, waiting for his return until she couldn't no more.

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The Princess of Númenost stood before the tainted farmlands, in great annoyance. She had enough, the plague was taking over her lands, her people - the cycle had continued. Something that had happened once before. This time, the plague will end at her hand. In life or in death.

An old soul of Colborn felt shame, horrified that Nikoletta, her legacy, did not have a better ending than her own.

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Eriantiel, the Princess of Númenost, treated the Grand King in a quiet panic. After all, her dearest friend could've died, right then and there - grateful to the Gods for allowing him to live another day.

Marisol couldn’t breathe or speak, as guilt had washed over. Perhaps, if she was at home, she would’ve noticed the undead army, alerted them in time. Or maybe if she hadn’t left to visit her relatives in the Northern kingdom, she would’ve treated her in time. Right? The blame, the guilt, it wouldn’t leave. She could’ve done more for Queen Catherine, for her family, for the Petra as she did for her. The retired Hyspian Knight cried that night, lighting a candle, praying to her Gods. She held her children and husband close, hoping it wasn’t the last. @Phersades @annanicole__ @Greehn

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"OH! Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygOD-" Marisol ran all the way to the von Theonus keep, shoving the missive into Calla's hands. "CALLAAAAAAAAAAAA! LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED!" @carebear

"Stupid writer, for discussing private matters in a paper. GOD, what are people doing with their time? It seems like nothing." the Hyspian knight shook her head in disappointment.

The Princess of Númenost blinked at the invitation. “Huh. I didn’t think they were that serious.”

The Princess of Númenost gasped when she got her invitation, “HE’S GETTING MARRIED?!” There was a pause, “May my gift be the best. I’m going to get him an elephant.”

The Princess of Númenost cleaned her blade and packed a bag, "They fought with us, stood with us - we will help end the war."

"They copied my signature," the Princess of Númenost frowned. "How unoriginal..." She passsed the missive her friend (@Generi), "At least Balian's future looks promising."