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With awe, Alyona Godunov looked through the poetry collections of Borris Iver Kortrevich. Having only recently learnt to read and write in the last year, she felt the need to educate herself on the literary arts to further help her understand the world better. A dull candle's flame burned in the midst of the night. She flicked a page over in the nook of her reading corner, inspired.

The eldest Godunov daughter was read the missive by her Raevir nanny the morning after the missive was produced. Her father had said she must overhear the kingdom's latest news, even if she may not understand so yet - it 'builds' character. It was only when it came to the signatories did she comment. "Mea papej...?" Alyona swivelled around, her mouth forming a small 'o'. The nanny nodded her head, holding the paper close to her chest. "Mea papej is always working... to make the kongzem better." She told herself with a smug smile forming on her ruddy face. "Ea must go and see Malcolm and Lorena soon."

MC Name: ibiou Discord: ibiou#0865 Image: Description of Image: A portrait of Alyona Godunov. Dimensions: 2 high, 1 wide.

Curious was the young Alyona Rhetta. After the hours she had spent decorating her room from a once-nursery to now a 'big girl's chambers' she can boast about, the Godunov made way to find her father Sviatoslav. "Why do vy have to fight them, papej?" She asked the Lord Marshal. "They are people too." @poki

Ink splodges dripped onto a slither of fine paper. 'Dearest Bianka...' The quill swirled in cursive, and at a blink of an eye there was already a paragraph written. Would she ever send it...? The other letters sat in between old books, left yet never truly forgotten. She must send a gift at least. She made her way to her jewelry box and almost immediately found what she had been looking for, dropping it into the envelope with the note. Surely, one day, the time would be right. Maybe that day was today.

"They took the previous Orenian capital's name and merely tagged it with 'new'?" Questioned the reader who was too busy observing the affairs of the world. "And I thought the name itself was supposed to be named after the late Frederick's wife. If you wish to make a better future for the people, you could at least start it without the inheritance of a kingdom you wish to not be, yet clearly are excelling in restoring without explicitly saying so." She let out a chortle to herself.

"Macaroooooooonies..." Daydreamed the young Alyona Rhetta Godunov. Wanting to be in attendance after finding out about the event, she rushed off to find her two other triplet siblings. @CanadaMatt@Itz_Cookie

A pale finger skimmed over the papered missive slowly, taking in each word, until the pointing came to a halt. "And history repeats itself- almost." Commented the reader. Where usually she would of laughed after, the air was filled with a drawn-out silence. Her room once more became an echo chamber to her thoughts; wondering what could of been.

Anne de Vilain placed the auction's missive upon her husband's desk once news had spread to Karosgrad. "Finally, someone serves us justice..." She commented when pointing to the specific bidding of Charlie the Chicken, hardly containing her laughter, "and only 3,000 minae too! What a mockery." @Greehn

The lurker of the Jazloviecki manor, Cathy, held the missive of the House's current affairs. She paid little attention, skim-reading it, a soft exhale border-lining a huff escaping her lips. It was a specific conversation she craved now, one that rattled her bones even in thought, yet it was the only thing now on her mind. The de Vilain scrunched up the parchment and stashed it into her satchel - venturing off to find a specific bastard of House Jazloviecki.

"They also tried to dishonour the de Vilain family name when they took to arguing with my sixteen year old niece, and then refused to duel." Commented Anne when reading the Petra Post's particular section, delivered fresh this morning by her brother. The air was crisp this particular month of Sigismund's End east of the River Petra, the birds cooing. "Wolfgang, you should see what Adrian delivered!" The redhead held her shawl close and made her way indoors with the newspaper clutched at hand; leaving the bitterness of the cold. @Greehn

Peering over Wolfgang's shoulder, the Lady de Vilain made a mental note of the date. "May Sviatoslav be blessed finally with the nourishment of good union, for the ruins of his last marriage certainly left a mark on us all." Anne remarked with a sigh.

Anne made sure she would be in attendance with her husband! "Oh, how love seems to blossom almost everywhere these days..." She chimed.

"Maybe I should be in attendance, and support those who I can..." Commented young Cathy de Vilain outside of the Jazloviecki residence, visiting them once more after having read a missive on her way into the region. "They do work hard after all."

There were no words that left the lips of a dark-haired woman. Simply, she grimaced; scrunching the letter in her gloved hand as if it were thorns. Despite her attempts to let it go from her mind for the rest of the day, the thought of the house's state made her restless. In the end, she retired to her bed and sat upon it - a particular portrait across her room staring right back at her.

"You shall pave the way for a new Acre, I am sure." Anne commented to Wolfgang in Castle Vilain's living quarters after the congress. "You have the support of many, all who wish nothing but the best for your people. You displayed diplomacy whilst that pathetic excuse of a ruler walked away with cowardice." @Greehn

Anne grimaced, having seen two Aaun supporters leave Acre after trying to promote a duel against its baron. It isn't very sovereign-like to lie in front of God, for all of Almaris to see, is it? She thought. They drew blades first and we were asked to leave upon being denied the right to secede. I recall seeing a vein pop upon his forehead, not wanting to lose more land. How very unsovereign.

A young child, one who hardly remembered her mother's face nor knew her father, sat idly by the riverside. Her legs swished about in its waters, paddling calmly, hands thrown in the air out of exclamation. The five year old let out a loud shriek of laughter, unaware that the very same thing she found enjoyment in now had ended the life of both her parents. Oh, born from their affair - yet now was the only thing that remained of it.

After a long day in the sun, farming that of berries from the vineyard of Acre, Cathy de Vilain was made aware of the summit's discussion. Though she had not been present at the meeting, she was indeed a witness to what had transpired the given day of the election. She thought long and hard, particularly on the mention of 'nobility' a little too often. Was it only those of noble kin that mattered? What about those her brother tenanted on the lands of the barony? She shook her head with furrowed brows and continued on with her basket at hand.

A young girl, one who barely knew how to read or write properly yet, stared at the jumbled letters of her name: LADY MADELEINE RENÉE OF ARTOIS. She clapped for her successes, even if she wasn't conscious of them yet.

Her presence within Castle de Vilain was never known, yet upon that day her mother's words led her to belt out a loud cry. Catherine did not know her father well, being a reclusive in Hannibal's shadow, yet the news had struck her all the same. The ringing in her ears, harsh and loud, relentless in its call to forget she was ever told. Her mother handed her the letter, and once in her possession the young girl turned on her heels to walk out of the room. She made her way up to the top of the castle and sat herself down among the pigeons. Cathy de Vilain wiped her face with sleeve, looking to the letter. Once more she disappeared for the rest of the evening to be alone with her thoughts.

Upon hearing the news of the Sedan Academie finally opening from Makoto himself, Ottilie rushed down the Jazloviecki residence's stairs. "CHILDREN!" She yelled, pamphlet at hand, "IT IS ABOUT TIME YOU GET SOME GOOD EDUCATION!" @Siranja @Tourning @scarahpot @Pork

ISSUED ON THE 11TH OF HARREN'S FOLLY, 1890 After the great success of Her Most Honourable's tea party, Princess Augustina de Joannes and Margravine Ottilie Jazloviecki welcome the women of Sedan once more to a revelry of sisterhood in the form of a soirée. Situated on the palace's veranda, the sunset's gaze will overview the attending guests as they mingle over fine red wine. Much shall be discussed at said meeting - from the latest gossip in the Sedanian ranks, opinions on political matters, upcoming events and much more. Adorning fine silks and garments, the women attending are to look the part and dress up for their own self-indulgence. To reiterate: this event shall consist of women-only, with the exception of Mister Makoto Iekami who serves under Her Imperial Highness. Any men, particularly husbands who lurk in the shadow of their wives, will not be allowed upon entry. SIGNED, Her Imperial Highness, Princess Augustina Theorosia de Joannes, Princess of Balian and Sedan, Baroness-consort of Ponce The Most Honournable, Lady Ottilie Franziska Jazloviecki, Margravine-consort of Grodno, Baroness of Castile, Member of the Princess Council