MapleSunflower

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos gasps upon receiving the invitation. With a beaming grin, she turned to her husband, saying. “Duncan’s finally getting married! I told you Ravn and him were a perfect match!”

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos fondly smiles at the file. "I can't believe it's been 20 years since I've joined." The woman replaced the file and shoved her hands into the pockets of her crisp 3rd-brigade uniform. "The 3rd helped me grow into the woman and soldier I am today." She said with a smile. 

Primrose made her way to the stables, chocolate eyes sparkling with excitement once she entered and retrieved her horse. "They are like family to me. Isn't that right, Barley?" She asked to her horse as she mounted it with a grunt. Failing at this, she would try a few more times until she successfully sat on its saddle.

"If only it would make me taller..."

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos stood on the balcony of her bedroom, the wind rousing her chestnut hair as she read the petition. With a frown, the woman headed back inside only to sit at her desk. "This sounds like a disaster. I need to clear things up." Pulling out a piece of parchment paper and her fountain pen, Primrose started to write a letter to the lawyers involved.

To Father Stor Vuiller and Sir Charles Galbraith,

I write to you in concern about this case. I was a dear friend of Azgrul and I truly believe that there is vital information missing from this case.

Azgrul suffered from blackouts, though, the cause of them were unknown. From his descriptions, they were segments of memories where he was unsure of what happened; to which his demeanor would change and I can only assume he grew violent.

On many occasions, Azgrul had approached me asking him to arrest him. He told me that during his blackouts, he was murdering people - children included. It is unknown who these unfortunate souls are; may they find peace amongst the stars. 

Despite being a Sergeant in the Imperial State Army and knew I could detain him, I was afraid for my own life, and thus I did not do anything about it. You see, Azgrul had played a cruel "joke" on me some time ago; proceeding to fake a seizure and thus forcefully kissing me when I tried to help. I knew Azgrul liked me, and I was afraid to be alone with him. Afraid to be alone either because he would try to kiss me again, or try to kill me for rejecting him. I truly thought it would be another trap.

Azgrul was a strong recruit in the ISA, consistently working hard to train himself and attend other missions. Nearly every fight he won, yet the injuries of his opponents were severe. Some of these include Abarran's horrible brain damage and twice fractured femur.

A saint-day before my wedding, Azgrul joined Damien Hughes and I in the Novellen tavern. He gave me a handmade bouquet of fake-flowers and wished us both goodbye. He said he was going away for a long time. Earlier occasions revealed that he intended to hide away from everyone as to never hurt anyone again. It is clear that Azgrul felt guilty; he knew that he was a dangerous murderer. He may have abandoned the ISA, but he did so for the safety of us all. 

There is no doubt that Azgrul's confession of guilt is true. Why would a guilty man confess so many times? Why would a guilty man want to be arrested for his crimes?

His arrest is what he wanted. 

Sincerely,

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos

Primrose Gendik read the missive as she sipped from the teacup in her hand. Placing the delicate chinaware its saucer, the woman would say, "I cannot attend, but perhaps my sons will be interested! I will give them news of it." 

T H E  U N I O N  O F

G E N D I K - K O M N E N O S

Holy Matrimony of

Primrose Gendik and Arthur Komnenos

1842

"You're a slowpoke, Arthur Komnenos." She couldn't help but smile as she lowered herself down onto one knee.

Her chin lifted up to fully view his face as he stood in her presence. Opening the black velvet box in her hand, she said, "Arthur, will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course I would! Is there any question in that?"

Dear Friends, Family, and Loved ones,

You are cordially invited to the wedding of Arthur Komnenos and Primrose Gendik.

The wedding will place at Orenian Basilica, afterwards there will be a celebration at the Novellen tavern.

We hope you can be apart of our special day.

Special Invitations are sent to:

To the Imperial Family and the Imperial Peerage:

HIM Emperor Philip II and the Imperial Household of Novellen @BenevolentManacles

HIH Philip Aurelian and Charlotte Augusta, Duke and Duchess of Adria, Count and Countess of Renzfeld

HIH George Maximillian and his esteemed pedigree@FredrickTeufel

THR Count of Kositz and his esteemed pedigree @Imperium

        General Erik, Captain Vladrick, and Sergeant Varlarm

THR Count of Azor and his esteemed pedigree

       Sir Ledicort, Leon, Rosaline, and Katya.

         Joseph, Philippa and their children

         Diana and her children 

THR Baron of Rivia and his esteemed pedigree @𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖓

       Captain Robert Galbraith

THR Count of Valles and his esteemed pedigree @grnappa

       Captain Sir Erik Othaman

The Gendik Children

       Samuel, Jack, Aleksi, Rosemary

The Komnenos Children

       Faeviel and Oliver

Joseph Beckett and Jack Beckett

Amelia Eleanora

The Komnenos Family

       Henrik Komnenos

Holy Dame Faux Amati

Aleksi Raven and Oliver Raven

Jacker Gendik and his esteemed pedigree

       Aliria de Rosius and Elodie de Rosius

The de Rosius family

       Sir Otis, Philip, and Josephine

Katherina Tsecsar

His Excellency, Henry Penton @CharmingCavalier

Cillian O'Rourke and his esteemed pedigree @Setsuko_

Maria Romstun de Rosius and Darius Romstun de Rosius and their esteemed pedigree

Duncan the Fearsome

Damien Hughes @ATallTower

Aeonn @Roguechaotic

Azgrul 

Cardinal Francis @KaiserJacobII

Leo Jones @WarcrimeWonka

Elias Darkwood @FumihiroDesu

Osric Tsescar @jcbeno

Holy Sir Hieran Livarai de Melphestaus @bufffsanta

Captain Alexander Antler and his esteemed pedigree 

Holy Sir Edwin de Sarkozy @Guzr

Duke of Elysium, Eugeo de Astrea @Suicidium

Richard Harver @PaleOmnivore390

Grant Elmere @LazyBacon220

Sir Sorriel Redfist @Tozwad

Gus @Bushwukkie

Dame Viktoria Tsescar @TreeSmoothie

Ezekiel Moores @XOCO

Julian and Abarran ein Sark

James H. Madron

Vonchester Solmonson

Rian

Johan Vuiller and his esteemed pedigree

       Rev Vuiller and Ravn Vuiller

The Hope Family

       Edith Hope and Nicole Hope

The Loyal Soldiers of the Imperial State Army

Primrose Gendik read the missive, giving a firm nod followed by a smirk. "Wonderful work being done in the ISA lately..." She would set the paper aside, going to put a pot of water over the fire to boil. "Let them burn to the ground. Perish in the darkness of the Void." The woman said with a final sigh, turning on her heel to set up a few cups of tea.

Primrose Gendik passed by the newly restored Basilica on her way home. A warm smile grew on her lips as she held the basket full of fresh vegetables tighter.  "Good as new, it seems. How wonderful!" She mused, turning down the alleyway shortcut home. 

Primrose Gendik smiled at the missive, inhaling deeply as she slowly dipped at the lukewarm tea in her cup. A crash was heard upstairs, promptly causing Primrose to shout, "Boys! Stop it!" 

T H E   D E V O T E D   U N I O N
HIH George Maximilian and Isabella Ruthern

Published by the Augustine Palace Courtiers

17th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1838

“Augustine Courtiers gathered in celebration for the impending nuptials.” circa. 1833

The constellations roamed about the vast night sky, settling soft lights on the visage of a certain duo. Constellations in the sky, a sight to behold with naught a thought but the other. Hands clasped in the other, swaying within the dim lights shone through the windows of the grandiose palace. The mirroring band which hung onto the Raev’s finger, shined in the bouncing rays of the constellations.

To the denizens of this Holy Empire, HIH George Maximilian and Isabella Ruthern cordially invite you to our ever so devoted union. The union will see its fruition in a year’s time. Within the Augustine Chapel, the Holy Matrimony will take place, inviting the friends, family and denizens to witness.

Upon the conclusion of the ceremony, His Imperial Highness George Maximilian and Miss Isabella Maria Ruthern will hold a reception within the grand Augustine Courtyard. We hope for the appearance of all friends and citizens in the Empire.

To the Imperial Family and the Imperial Peerage:

HIM Emperor Philip II and the imperial household of Novellen @BenevolentManacles

HIH the Count of Temesch and his esteemed pedigree  @Nectorist

HIH the Duke of Adria, Count of Renzfeld and his esteemed pedigree @ErikAzog

HIH the Duke of Furnestock and his esteemed pedigree @Nectorist

HIH Princess Amelia Margaret of Renzfeld @libbybelle

HIH Prince John Casimir of Renzfeld

The Imperial Peerage of the Holy Orenian Empire

HG the Duke of Sunholdt and his esteemed pedigree @itdontmatta

HG the Duke of Cathalon and his esteemed pedigree  @Fishy

TRH Count of Kositz and his esteemed pedigree @Imperium

TRH Count of Azor and his esteemed pedigree @DaEmperors

TRH Count of Susa and his esteemed pedigree @KBR

TRH Countess of Dobrov and her esteemed pedigree @Eryane

TRH Count of Valles and his esteemed pedigree @grnappa

TRH Viscount of Pruvia-Provins and his esteemed pedigree @MrChenn

TRH Baron Rivia and his esteemed pedigree @Average3rdBrigadier 

TRH Baron Carrington and his esteemed pedigree @MannyMannyManny

TRH Baron Halcourt and his esteemed pedigree  @DevoutChorale_

TRH Baron Stahl-Elendil and his esteemed pedigree @Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth

TRH Baron Darkwood and his esteemed pedigree  @DarkWrath94

Additional Invitations are sent to...

The Honourable, Vladrick Erik Ruthern and Amie Jolie Halcourt-Ruthern

Beryl J. Carrington & his family @BenjiBot_

Katherina Tsecsar

Lord Jon Aleksander Othaman 

Arthur Dudley Galbraith @CanadaMatt

Rosemary Cooper  @SapphirePool

Lady Diana d’Azor  @PrettyCuteAnna

Lady Philippa Antoinette and Lord Joseph Ledicort d’Azor & their esteemed family  @Azie @Taketheshot

His Excellency, Henry Penton @CharmingCavalier

Lord Eirik Baruch

Miss Safiya Oma Basrid @Cubicita

Holy Dame Helena Charlotte Rochefort

Lady Vasilia Reza Kortrevich  @Dinochann

Lady Victoria Kaphro @venclair

Sir Otis de Rosius & his esteemed family @joebyden

All Member of the Council of State

The Loyal Soldiers of the Imperial State Army

The Loyal Men of the Ministry of Justice 

All Representatives of the House of Commons 

All members of the Palace Courts

All members of the Foreign Office

All members of the directory of Civil Affairs

All Call Ducks of the land of Almaris

OOC INFORMATION

Location: 

Date & Time: September 18th @ 8 pm EST, 7pm CST, 12am GMT

Character Name: Primrose Gendik
IGN: MapleSunflower
Discord: Maple.sunflower#3249
Timezone: EST

Teacher or student?: Student? (I need to learn musician RP better, but eventually I would like to teach) 

Subject(s): Piano, Music Theory, and Music philosophy

Primrose Gendik stared at the now empty table she had once had the pleasure to share with her old friend, recalling fond memories of her children climbing about the table and conversing with the orc she had made peace with and welcomed into her home. The flats she wore would scuffle against the wooden floors as she returned to the ground level, approaching the table she had against a window. Memories of fights against her ex-enemy flashed before her eyes. 

A shaky sigh came from the woman as a tear fell from her cheek. The candle's light in front of her flickered as she lit the wick. "May you rest peacefully amongst the stars, my friend. You will not be forgotten. I am sorry I tarnished your name in our younger days, but I am relieved to have gotten the chance to reconcile." Primrose placed a bouquet of lavender beside the candle. Wiping away another tear from her eye, she would salute the memorial. 

The memorial would be able to been seen by all who passed her home on Adria Street 6.

Crickets chirped as the young Ruthern girl returned to Kositz after the wonderful night at the ball. A paper would be left on her steps. Isabella vas Ruthern would simply tuck it under her arm as she entered her family's manor. 

Giddily, she'd skip up the steps to her bedroom, the fabric of her dress ruffling at each movement. Plopping down onto her bed with a joyous giggle, she'd open the paper, her deep ocean eyes skittering over the letters. Upon seeing her name, Isabella slowed her reading, absorbing each word like a sponge. 

A giggle would escape from her mouth as she shook her head. "I may have been rather nervous but it does niet matter anymore! It's over and it was a wonderful night." Bella sighed, tossing the paper aside and laid back onto her sheets. She'd stare at the top of her canopy bed, daydreaming away of the day's events and of the future's possibilities. 

Primrose Gendik read the announcement, unsurprised by the news. With an expectant shrug, she'd toss the paper away. "Let's just hope there won't be too much blood spilled. Or sand in our hair." The woman sighed, bringing her long light-brown curls into a tight low bun. "Oren Aut Mortem."

Isabella vas Ruthern quietly read the missive in her home at Kositz, a tear streaking down her cheek. Placing the paper into her drawer, she'd bring herself up from the chair she sat in, heading to the door. "How awful..." She murmured, trying to keep herself strong. "I need to see George." 

The sound of shoes clicking against the wooden floors echoed off the pristine walls of the palace as Isabella approached George, sitting in the hallway. Mournful eyes now laid on her best friend; Tears spilled down her cheeks as George spoke to her. 

Isabella wrapped her arms around George, knowing it wouldn't do much to help his grief, but it would give him the comfort and support she always gave him.

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Isabella vas Ruthern struggles to place a large pumpkin on the dummy she had created. She'd wipe the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her blouse with a sigh. She mumbles to herself after having just read the Queen's proclamation. "There's nie reason for war just because we left!" The girl huffed as she hopped down from the training grounds she had built for the knights of the new kingdom. "Only those who are jealous of us will cause a war." The Princess of Helsreach said, standing proud with a hand on the hilt of her wooden training sword. She'd unsheathe the sword, getting prepared to duel with the pumpkin-headed dummy. However, without even touching it, the pumpkin would slowly tip off the dummy and fall to the ground, its contents exploding onto the girl. "Ugh! Gross!" 

Primrose Cooper picks up the note, a look of horror growing on her face. "What vile person would do such a thing! Such a heinous, unkind crime!" The woman would angrily throw the flyer into the trash, tearing it into pieces as they were dumped. "I hope the MOJ will solve this case. Otherwise, I'd like beat this demon with my own hands!"

Isabella vas Ruthern bit her tongue upon hearing the missive. It was only her first day in the kingdom and she was already banished! She would sit on a bench outside of the palace, thinking of the events that had passed. Despite only meeting and befriending George Maximillian not even a saint-hour before, she was fully set on protecting him. "Well, that was fun." The 7-year-old said, standing from the bench.

Maybe this encounter would open a new door for Isabella in both her friendship to George and her interest in combat. 

When Primrose Cooper heard of the the man's death, she would mournfully light a candle for the lost soul. It would be placed in the street-side window of her home on Adria Street 6, flickering away in the night. A bouquet of blue orchids was placed beside the burning candlestick, representing the blue coat she would remember him always sporting. She'd recall just seeing him a saint-day before, noticing his stoic demeanor. If only...

"May God bless his soul, and may his soul be guided to the Seven Skies where he can peacefully rest..." Primrose would pray quietly. The flame would be left to burn in George Hartcold-O'Rourke's memory for 3 saint-days until the wax was no more. A similar blue orchid as the one in the window would be left at the steps of Helena 2.

A sigh of relief comes from the woman seated by the window when she read the news. Her children were playing amongst themselves, currently unaware of the battle she might have attended if she had not been caring for the young'uns. "Oren Aut Mortem." Primrose Cooper would whisper to herself with a proud grin.