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It had been a while since she had seen him, Otton. She had spent in her room dwindling away, unreachable like a hermit in its cave, Comoară's eternal prisoner. A specific painting loomed on one side of the wall above a piano she kept, one of yore. Haunted did it hang; a reminder. There was no rest for the damned, and too often would she have to cross out another face on the portrait. Her former life once more continued to fade before her very eyes, even the ones she thought would be forever looming over her it seemed.

Alyona Godunov mounted the battle-axe on her wall that King Georg had given her before the fight at Vortice. Proudly did it hang, displayed until her 'battle buddy' needed her next. "Truly, they do niet know a battle if it hit them on ve head. Good luck to them when they fight ve Mori themselves, ve bastard Adrians, for we will sit back and laugh." The Godunov murmured.

A blonde in the west caught wind of the news one eve. A dear uncle not by blood but marriage so long ago, had finally came to rest in true, August fashion. She couldn't think of another way he could of died. Perhaps it was the Jazloviecki way to be caught in flames, remembered she.

Alyona, who had now recovered from an arrow to her shoulder, could only let out what appeared to be a little awkward chuckle to her liege's comment. "Let us hope that next time vy remember to bring a shield for vyrself, Vyr Majesty!"

Alyona watched from her position on the dividers as Fabian was attended to by Amaya Colborn for his 'ouchies'. She jested, she mused, but a little thought rummaged through the back of her head. To use his own weapon, the pen, against him - what a terrible thing. The young baroness grimaced when the Kortrevich let out his groans of pain. Surely, maybe, things will be alright... she hoped.

"Perhaps Ea ought to buy rat poison for ve keep..." Alyona contemplated as she looked upon the report, clearly concerned that Adrian-sized rodents would infest the very land she lived on. "Da, Ea think Ea should..."

Little Winifred Adalia took merriment in bossing around her mother's servantry to find her something to wear for the occasion. "Haeun." She spoke in Noufeille Petran, pointing to a particular aquamarine dress. "This one. Look at mo necklace." A little finger jabbed towards the handmade sea glass necklace falling apart around her neck, inclining the hurrying folk to stop and gawk at it. "Haeun." Pleased was she that she found something all by herself to match her creations! Though, hopefully she could make a matching bracelet in time to go with it...

From her Petran bakery, Anne heard from a nearby customer of the news. "Well, they can try for excommunication, but you cannot change actions that go against the good Lord. Murders will remain murders like that poor Sarkozic girl, and undergoing penance will not clean bloody hands." She said idly. "Always demanding, without ever a spine he is. I've never seen a monarch like it in my lifetime."

Baroness Alyona of Verskaya prepped herself for the tavern's drinking contest with a few nights of heavy drinking (and awful hangovers the next day) beforehand. Ready was she going to be, wanting to take home the prize.

A certain Baroness of Haense would certainly put it on her to-do list to check out the social club whenever it fitted her schedule.

Preparing her mother a little snack for her journey ahead, Anne de Vilain once more found herself muttering prayers from her kitchen. "I shall join you soon, mother. Wolfgang is a childhood friend of the Viscount, and I am sure that united together we can truly be stronger in our times of strife. I shall send word to dear brother Adrian about all of this."

thanks boyfriend @Greehn. ur cool (i guess).

Loss wasn't a foreign concept to young Alyona. She had known Elizaveta when they were both younger, more bright about the prospects of Hoonse, yet ultimately ended up serving as her regent during her times of sickness. There were no more tears to shed for the young Godunov, already sucked dry by the loss of her own father a few years prior. Instead, a small candle flickered in the window of the Baronial chambers, a flame brighter than ever. Perhaps tomorrow she would write to her good friend Viktor, now cursed with her own same fate of shackled responsibilities. But for now, she let the flame rage on all throughout the night until it dwindled. For Elizaveta.

Anne, who had been in the room present and was bound by ruffians, stared blankly at the declaration from her good friend and Archduchess. Despite her caution, she was in her bakery. "I'm glad I got to spread the word to all of our allied nations when I had the chance, though, too late it seems..." The Chamberlain said to herself solemnly, unable to even pick up her good wooden spoon. "May their souls be at rest, for GOD will reassuringly see to the rebel demise. They only prove that their intentions are not of liberation, but of conquering."

A CELEBRATION OF BEGINNINGS Issued on the 9th of Harren's Folley, 1916 In the month of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1916, Archduchess Renilde I and Prince Marius Audemar welcomed their two children to the world after a successful term and labour - a boy and a girl respectively. After a few days of deliberation, the Archducal couple have bestowed names upon them: Paul Alexander and Winifred Adalia. To celebrate their birth, the Commonwealth of Petra will undergo festivities for three consecutive months filled with hope, joy and promise. Many events will be in place for peaceful citizens of the realm to come together and forget the weariness of ongoing conflicts. ONE (23RD OF MARCH, 5PM EST) Baptism Starting off the celebrations, the religious sacrament of baptism shall be performed in the Chapel of St. Emma on the Archducal children. The Passing of the Lambs A newfound practice to the Commonwealth, the passing of the lambs is heavily symbolic of new life and prosperity to all in Petra. Two lambs bred from the best stock shall be selected and dyed red & black before being presented before the Archducal house. Like a sheep later on in its life providing wool, milk and eventually meat, the twins shall go on to support the nation with their skills and best assets as the newer generation. Market Venturing Market stalls shall be in place for people to buy Petran goods - florists, merchants, bakers. The tavern, The Two Cats Tavern & Inn, will be open for all to take a drink! ______ TWO (24TH OF MARCH, 5PM EST) Drunken Brawl Hosted by Sir Wolfgang ‘The Tenacious’ de Vilain, allied citizens across the realm shall be brawling it out until the last man standing. Each contestant will be asked to drink beforehand until they are tipsy or fully drunk, before stepping into the pit. Knights shall be on standby should there be a disruption/disturbance. The prize of this drunken brawl is a hefty 200 mina and a coveted title of the 'Petran Iron Warrior'. Cheese Roll A tradition founded by Acreans many years ago, a cheese roll will start from the heights of Mount Garmont and tumble down to the bottom of the square. Participants shall roll the wheel down until the winner crosses the finish line. The infamous ‘Cheesebeast’ shall be made in honour of the Harvest Confederacy long ago for the occasion. The prize for the winner of the cheese roll will win an unlimited supply of free treats from Little Acre bakery, as well as the Cheesebeast itself. ______ THREE (25TH OF MARCH, 3PM EST) Feast As the finale approaches to the three-month long festival celebrations, a feast is to commence in Castle Estenpromé. Food shall be locally sourced by the infamous Little Acre bakery, with the Archduchess' favourite buttermilk cake as the centrepiece to the dinner. Lantern Ceremony Lake Providence will be the home to the end of the festival, where boats will be provided if one wishes to sail out in the middle. Available for purchase will be lanterns that will be set off into the sky - symbolising the coming light and hope from the twins' birth. INVITATIONS King Georg I and the citizens of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska… King Charlie I and the citizens of the United Kingdom of Aaun... King Agnor Grandaxe and the citizens of the Kingdom of Urguan... The Silver Lubba Mika Anarion and the citizens of the Most Serene State of Lurin... Princess Valyris and the citizens of the Principality of Celia'nor... King Cyris I and the citizens of the Shiredom of Bywater... Petra, Flowing Water! Ave! Ave! O SAINTE RÈGNE PETRÉRE, Her Grace, Renilde I, By the Grace of God, Archduchess of the Commonwealth of the Petra, Countess of Temesch et Moere, Marchiness of the East March, Hero of the Petra His Highness, Prince Marius Audemar, Prince of Hanseti-Ruska, Archduke-consort of the Commonwealth of the Petra, Duke of Markev, Count-consort of Temesch et Moere, Governor of the Silver Isle, Hero of the Petra Her Excellency, Dame Anne 'The Benevolent' de Vilain, Chamberlain of the River Court, Baroness-consort of Acre, Co-owner of Little Acre bakery

"Yam ashamed of mea Raevir roots when the 'leader' of our culture acts shamelessly in ve eyes of Godan..." Muttered the young Baroness, Alyona, as she pulled along a couch with Malcolm's helping hand. She was currently renovating some of the rooms in Verskaya, making it emulate her likeness more. "Ea will 'ave to pen a letter to Raudraik in Aeldin about this, for he frequents there often." @Greehn

Anne de Vilain applauded her husband's great diplomatic skills, and for their new prosperous trade agreement with Lurin!

The Chamberlain of Petra's River Court, Anne, was to bring her food to the Round Table meeting per her own demands. Scurrying around from her homestead to the bakery with sacks of ingredients, she made sure that not a grain was to be wasted - a feast for the summons, for a well-fed individual equally makes a well-thought council.

"Ea 'ave always been told Ea look like mea papej." A younger Alyona had shown a friend around Verskaya one morning. They had come across Sviatoslav's bust in the main hall, his expression one of familiarity to the younger Godunov - a cold, deadpan glare etched in stone. She didn't come here as often as she liked, but she was one of the only ones who did. There had always been complaints that the barony was too far out from the capital, and that the carriage through hills and valleys and mountains always made one sick after. Alyona liked it here though, for it was tucked away from the world, a place where she and her father could talk. It was him who had told her what her legacy was, and that she was destined for a path of political greatness. The missives, Hoonse leadership - it was all from his motivation. The day that her father had given her the Godunov heirlooms, she had been so remarkably proud of where she came from. Older now, yet not old enough, Alyona sat on the chair by her father's bedside. Her eyes, solemn and tired, glanced to the empty sheets. The bob she used to sport, the one that made her the spitting image of her father, had grown into a wild and untameable mane of curls. Sviatoslav was gone, and she knew that, but truth be told that she could hardly see him in herself anymore; that is what scared her the most.

A PATRIARCH GONE 6th of Joma Ag Ugmund, 467 | 6th of Sigismund's End, 1914 It is with a heavy heart that the baronial house of Godunov announces the death of Baron of Verskaya and former Lord Marshal, Sviatoslav Jaroslavich Godunov. Passing away peacefully in his bed in the early hours of the 3rd of Joma Ag Ugmund in the year 467, Sviatoslav was surrounded by his family in his final moments. It was well known around the realm that the baron had succumbed to long term illness in the last decade and kept on bed rest until he no longer could leave the Verskayan vicinity. Sviatoslav was a father, husband, friend and comrade to many in the kingdom and his loss shall carry its weight to those closest to him. After becoming Lord Marshal of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl and furthermore granted a peerage under King Karl III, his legacy shall forever be one to look up to in terms of milestone achievement and loyalty to the Crown. In remembrance of their late patriarch, House Godunov shall undergo an extended period of mourning where all flags shall be lowered to half-mast at the barony’s keep. Those who wish to mourn the death of Baron Sviatoslav are invited to visit Verskaya (with a letter in advance to Lady Alyona), where a memorial statue shall be made in his honour. Candles will be provided if one wishes to pay their respects. IV JOVEO MAAN, Her Ladyship, Manon Yvaine Godunov of Guise Baroness-dowager of Verskaya, Court Alchemist of the Petra, The Star Lord, the Ghost of Guise, the Starling Stag Her Ladyship, Alyona Rhetta Sviatovna Godunov of Verskaya Heir-apparent to the Barony of Verskaya

The face of the listed Godunov, Alyona, grew grim with her name being put alongside 'baroness'. Remembering her conversation with her closest friend only hours before she received word of the wedding from one of her father's couriers, she could not help but feel the slow yet imminent fate she faced. Perhaps the wedding may be the day to assert herself, with the baron's terminally ill state.

IGN: ibiou IC NAME: Alyona Rhetta Godunov AGE: Currently 10 years of age (Young teen division) SUPERVISOR: N/A