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Merry was the newfound aunt and mother, Alyona Godunov, as she received word of her sister and niece's condition. She made sure to get together a little basket of goodies for the Rostig couple and their new born, tying it all together with a little grey ribbon resembling House Ruthern's colours. "Perhaps we shall have a little dinner soon, mrm?" Thought the baroness aloud, "So much has changed within ve last two years, we ought to catch up."

THE BIRTH OF THE BARONIAL CHILDREN ISSUED ON THE 6th of Wzuvar ag Byvca, 1931 | 6th of Horen's Calling, 1931 VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, As dawn falls upon the realm this day, the Barony of Verskaya announces the birth of the first child and the beginning of a prosperous future. Long has it been since new life has graced House Godunov after decades of death and tragedy, and with it brings a beacon of hope. It was noted that after the birth of her son, Alyona lit a cigarette in celebration. He greatly resembles his father, Malcolm, in both temperament and appearance. The boy shall be named: His Lordship, ANATOLIY ILYA ALYOVICH GODUNOV, Heir to the Barony of Verskaya (@Caedis) The eldest son of the baronial couple will undergo lessons in etiquette, diplomacy, and politics after his tenth name day. When he is old enough and proves his capabilities in all three sectors, Anatoliy Ilya shall take the seat of his predecessors before him and serve the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska as the third in his position. Anatoliy was not the only child to be born on this day, for his younger sister arrived much to the family’s surprise, a quarter of an hour later. Cries in the house burst the eardrums of those present as she wailed endlessly, making her presence known. She shares a likeness to her mother, with large brown eyes curious of the world. The girl shall be named: Her Ladyship, SVETLANA MARIYA ALYOVNA GODUNOV (@zuza1102) May Godan bless the twins and their future endeavours, for He shall keep a watchful eye over them forevermore. SIGNED, Her Excellency, Alyona Rhetta Sviatovna Godunov, Lady Emissary of Hanseti-Ruska, Baroness of Verskaya His Lordship, Malcolm Sigmund Godunov Baron-consort of Verskaya

This had been a long time coming. She remembered it well, Alyona, the first time the Prince and her dear friend had met. The sweltering heats of the Balinaite desert blew no air as they crammed in the palace, and she had been first assigned to her post as Lady Emissar of Haense. Not even a few minutes gone to pay respects to the monarchs and they were mingling. Alyona had arrived back to talk to Aleksandra, and Heinrich was there; faint introductions in whirls of smoke, dissipating into nothing but a fond memory. Now did her invitation arrive, and the baroness opened it with a swell of pride. A hand went to her stomach as she read its contents. "Oh, Aleks. It was only so long ago that we were playing in Hoonse. Where did ve time go?" Alyona wondered aloud.

In the future, a young Princess Isabel would be befriending the Baruch heir; going off to frolic through the fields of Valwyck. For now however, the two year old merely gawked at all the new babies popping up everywhere. Oh, how she thanked her mother for being the oldest of them all by continuing to scream bloody murder in the palace.

She had been far too busy these last few months. After her own wedding, Alyona Godunov had been whisked around the continent of Georgia on a never-ending journey of diplomacy. Yet as she pondered on news of her own in her dwelling, an invite arrived. With her paper knife did she slice the envelope open and read aloud the contents: "The Baron of Rostig and the young Lady Katia Godunov..." The baroness put the parchment to her chest with an exhale, for she didn't need to bother reading further. Finally, she thought. Finally. Alyona had been waiting for this moment for a while - with patience, too. She needed a break, surely this would be it.

Agreed upon this 11th of Wzuvar ag Bycva, 483 E.S | 11th of Horen’s Calling, 1930 Between the Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska and the United Kingdom of Aaun The Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska and the United Kingdom of Aaun, hereon referred to as “the signatories”, mutually recognise each others’ status as fully autonomous states. This includes the right to fully rule and govern their territories as they see fit and non-interference in internal affairs. ARTICLE I | ARTIKEL AUWN | ARTICULUS UNUS The signatories pledge themselves to a defensive alliance between their States, and shall not incite conflict between each other. They furthermore agree that an attack on one signatory shall be treated as an attack on both. ARTICLE II | ARTIKEL ZWEIN | ARTICULUS DUO The signatories, wishing to promote free trade amongst one another and their people, will engage in cultural exchanges, those being mercantile trading amongst the respective nation’s shopkeepers and tavern workers. Cultural festivals and events will be held together in order to promote cultural engagement and highlight each nations respective uniqueness and to educate the new generation of foreign cultures and significance. ARTICLE III | ARTIKEL DRES | ARTICULUS TRES The Pact of Joren shall be in effect from the moment it is signed by the Crown of Haense and ratified by the Royal Diet of Aaun, and shall be in effect for a period of thirteen years. After, both Kingdoms shall convene once more for renegotiations. DAMAR LIFSTI VA EDLERVIKI, His Royal Majesty, Aleksandr II, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Order of the Crow, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Siegrad, Werdenburg, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Buck, Thurant and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera. His Royal Majesty, James Leopold, King of Aaun, Prince of Alstion, Duke of Corazon and Balemena, Count of Enswerp and Whitespire, Protector of the Realm Her Excellency, Alyona Rhetta Sviatovna Godunov, Lady Emissary of Hanseti-Ruska, Baroness of Verskaya His Excellency, Louis II August Dieuxmont de Rosius, Marquis of Haute-Epine,Count of Beaufoy and Arentaniebourg, Baron of Rosius, Lord of Mont Louis and High Emissary of the United Kingdom of Aaun.

The sister of the debutante, Alyona, peered at the reviews. "She is to wed ve next Duke of Vidaus! Ea hope there would be intrigue to her mysteriousness." Chimed she, wide-eyed. "Dobry nevertheless..."

Alyona Godunov took another gander at the multiple candidate campaigns that had emerged in the last month. However, one in particular caught her eye: Skaul McSkaul. "A man who wishes to preserve our Haeseni heritage through our military and price of Carrion Black? Oh, well, ea canniet say no to that. Ea must wish him luck through his campaign!"

THE WEDDING OF ALYONA GODUNOV AND MALCOLM GANT ISSUED ON THE 14th of Gronna ag Droba, 428 E.S. | 14th of Tobias' Bounty, 1929 The Barony of Verskaya is delighted to announce the matrilineal marriage of Baroness Alyona Rhetta Sviatovna Godunov and Lord Malcolm Sigmund Gant. Having grown alongside each other since childhood, causing mischief upon the lands, Lord Gant proposed to the baroness during the End of Lifstala Gala in front of the kingdom. Through the rite of marriage, they shall be unionised forevermore to uplift and support one another through both the ups and downs life hurdles their way. I. CEREMONY In the Everadian Basilica, the nuptials shall be performed by His Holiness, Pontiff Sixtus V where the couple will exchange their vows. His Excellency, Ser Vlad shall be walking Baroness Godunov down the aisle in place of her father figure, the late King Georg I, and her brother Anatoliy Altair Godunov. II. AFTER-NUPTIAL JUBILATION Due to their reputation as party-goers, Lorraine Lane will be decorated courtesy of the Duchess of Valwyck. The citizens of Hanseti-Ruska can revel in drinks, alcohol, and a night of dancing along the streets of Valdev. A wedding cake catered by Little Acre, a once-Petran bakery in Almaris, will be the centrepiece in the soon-to-be baron-consort’s favourite flavour: carrot. All are encouraged to bring high spirits and enjoy the merriment of the occasion. Formal invitations are given to the following: The Baronial House of Godunov The Baronial House of Gant His Royal Majesty, Aleksandr II Barbanov-Bihar, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his noble pedigree Her Grace, Roslin Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck and her noble pedigree His Grace, Manfred Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree His Grace, Aleksandr var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Stanimar Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Ileana Kortrevich, Countess of Jerovitz and her noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Carolus Colborn, Count of Malkovya and his noble pedigree The Honourable, Audo Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain and his noble pedigree His Highness, Francisco de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Nataliya Amador, Baroness of Mondstadt and her noble pedigree Their Lord and Ladyship, Arthur and Elia Stafyr, Baron and Baroness of Thurant and their noble pedigree Personal invitations are given to the following: His Royal Highness, Stefan Edvard Barbanov-Bihar, Duke of Akovia Her Royal Highness, Franziska Elaine Barbanov-Bihar, Duchess-consort of Akovia His Excellency, Fabian Kortrevich, Grand-Lord of Hanseti-Ruska His Highness, Ser Heinrich von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather His Lordship, Viktor var Ruthern Her Ladyship, Aleksandra vas Ruthern His Lordship, Andrik var Ruthern Firr, Godric ap Cynefrifh Easworth, Alderman of the Shire of Steadfast The Ministry of the Emissar SIGNED, Her Excellency, Alyona Rhetta Sviatovna Godunov, Lady Emissary of Hanseti-Ruska, Baroness of Verskaya His Lordship, Malcolm Sigmund Gant

Over her morning cigarette (which she had said she would give up, but alas), Alyona Godunov read over Rayne's Alderman campaign. "We both share similar ideals." The Lady Emissary mused, her lips curling at their edges. "Perhaps we ought to meet. If she does niet win ve Alderman votes, then ea must scoop her up for ve Ministry. Such a thoughtful soul." Tap, tap, tap... The ash fell into the tray, and she tucked the missive away for another time.

Papej, Lorena, Anatoliy, Georg... The list kept growing. It kept her up at night, restless - fated to her paternal figure's loneliness. They say that fathers pass down their traits to their daughters, and alas Georg had done the same. She was left now to be abandoned for eternity, and only the mention of it brought her great dread. She had been so young when he had taken her in as his ward, so loud-mouthed when he had picked up her. There she was, little Alyona Godunov. Her father was absent up until his death, mother running rampant around on adventures. She learnt pretty early on that it was her fate to be trapped in the confinements of her obligations: her House, leading it, and bring forth the prosperity of a newfound generation. There was no parental guidance to mould her into that woman, no steady hand upon her back to guide the way. That was until her and Georg had met - a bask of light it had been. Years had passed and she grew alongside him. They had spoken before his disowned daughter was executed in the square, up on the balcony of the palace. Hushed whispers of their woes, and it was the moment Alyona had realised he were the father she had needed. They never spoke of it to each other, their relationship, but it was mutually understood. The night of the Mori siege where her own brother had died, the baroness had come to King Georg's defence and took the piercing for him. He should of been dead that night, but he survived; Alyona was crumpled in the snow. Out of fear for her life he had called her 'family' - Family. It is what she had desired for so long, functionality, yet the news of Anatoliy had ripped that from her. It hadn't been ten minutes since she was proposed to tonight, aiming for stability and functionality once more, and yet the news of his departure had taken it from her. In the ballroom did the feelings erupt in her chest, a conundrum of thunder, that left her heart shattering into pieces. Georg had hexed her, and she was cursed with that hole in her heart where he had been. She was again alone.

Godmother of the Akovian baby, Alyona Godunov was the most cheerful lady in all of the Hanseti-Ruskan lands! Already she was rushing around the streets of Valdev, gathering things to put in a basket as a gift to both the new-born and Franziska. "Mea darling girl! How loved vy shall be..." She cooed to herself.

There was no consciousness to the princess' infant mind, yet she knew one thing was for certain: she was no longer the youngest. Isabel of Kvenoland hated being an older sister. When she was watched by the ladies-in-waiting, the precious time she spent glued to her mother's lap was now replaced with a dark-haired thing. Oh, how she detested it so! Blue bulging eyes welled up with tears more often than in her first year; at night, loud shrieks longing for the Queen's attention.

Her Highness will definitely be impaired by her father and brother's facade later in her life. For now, she could only cheer and clap whenever a horse went by the palace window.

Baroness Alyona almost fell out of her seat in her new home. After having witness the Duchess' journey from hosting private parties for their friends to now marriage, she could only stare at her invitation and gawk. "Of course ea shall be there!" She yelled to no one in particular, alone in her Godunov homestead. "Why would ea miss ve most important day in mea close friend's life?!" And with that, Alyona embarked on a mission to pick out her finest garbs in her storage for the wedding day.

The Baby Princess Isabel had been throwing her fair share of tantrums ever since the mainline presentations. Her wailing could be heard throughout the Esrova Prikaz's halls the following night, dry and aimless... until she was presented with a figure of a horse. Strange, this phenomena is. Perhaps she will grow up thinking she is part-horse, and run across the moorlands of Hanseti-Ruska in search for her true father one day.

Princess Isabel of Kvenoland was lulled against her mother as the downpour of guests - family and ladies-in-waiting alike - made gushes and coos in her direction. Despite it all did she sleep now, peacefully, dreaming about her next feeding...

Windswept from the breeze of the salty seas was Alyona's hair still, stepping foot off of the boat she had housed in for two years, her handmaid lugging her bags. The Lady Emissary had a lot on her plate these forthcoming months, from diplomatic affairs to settling her House, yet reassuringly did she tell herself that it'll all be worth it. Valdev; the Heart of the Kingdom. Was it also the tree that bore fruitful, new beginnings? She certainly hoped so.

A daughter, old enough to appreciate a mother's work, took the missive to her younger sister. "It is about time vy start to learn of our mamej's profession, Kat." Alyona told her, peering over her shoulder as she read. "Knowledge is power, or so she told eam many moons ago." (@Tourning)

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On a voyage back to the people she referred to as home, Lady Emissary Alyona Godunov received her invitation via a crow at sea. She had been sailing since the fall of Almaris, to clear one’s mind of grief — a fog thick in the thoughts of the baroness, that did not disperse at the rise of dawn. A faint smile curled upon her lips now as she held it close, her fingertips rubbing the parchment softly. “Did vy get one too, Malcolm?” Murmured she as she ducked her head out from her cabin, waving the envelope over to a certain Gant she brought along with her over a year ago. “It is the beacon of light that beckons us home.” (@Greehn)

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"Oh, Koeng Georg..." Murmured the Lady Emissary at their camp in Savoy, taking it upon herself to read the latest scoop of her paternal figure. Alyona rather empathised with him, yet the interview left her feeling somewhat optimistic of future endeavours.

Yet again, another life was lost. A pale hand took it upon herself to scratch out Wiktor on the painting that hung onto her wall, to where less than half a dozen of the figures remained. Like ghosts, still would they linger glooming over her forevermore... and to which she could only reminisce a young Wiktor in the days of yore.