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“Just like that?” Yelizaveta had sought solace within the depths of Norland, sat by the hearth with her arms tucked firm around arched legs. She remained curled into herself, shoulders wracked with incessant sobs and incoherent blubbering none could decipher. For every reached hand did she turn with a violent twist of the neck, unwilling to be touched or consoled. She understood few could grasp her pain, however rudimentary that of what she felt. She wasn’t unique, after all. It wasn’t an uncommon experience. Throughout the night did that relentless wailing persist, quelled only upon arrival of daybreak, exhaustion overtaking her grief. While their time together was sparse, she had come to consider the man as a father, even if never by law, like they had all once hoped.

A once-winged woman sat along steps of her own, weary eyes scanning over the parchment in hand. .. With bared teeth and a sharp inhale did she crease the thing in two, head swiveling as she uttered the words; "Checks out."

Elsewhere, far off in the walls of Valdev, a winged woman sat on the steps of her home. In her hands is a missive, of which she’d promptly wind and snap as to punctuate the following words; “Damn right.”

“By Bones and Barrows.” Per Ossa et in Barcis Issued by the Duchy of Reutov 5th of The Grand Harvest, 216 S.A. To his Royal Majesty and the esteemed peers of the Kingdom of Balian, I write to you, sound of mind, to inform of my formal abdication and confirmation as one Heinrik Matyas var Ruthern as my rightful heir and successor to the titles associated with the Duchy of Reutov. I hereby relinquish all rights, privileges, and so forth that once came with my title as Duchess of Reutov. For long have I served the Kingdom of Balian and her people, sworn under both GOD and oath by three reigning monarchs. With determination and standard set by my father, Demetrius var Ruthern, I climbed the ranks of the Balianese regiment and found myself not only promoted to lieutenant, but later a member of the Royal Guard, and thereafter Grand Creu. These years were some of my most active, with various achievements I will continue to hold dear in memory. It is now with my climbing age that I must recognize my time on this realm as fleeting. Were I to remain as Duchess any longer, it is without a doubt that I would be doing House Ruthern a great disservice, dragging down not only my fellow peers, but, most importantly, my children. It is time I acknowledge my ailing health, and that while I cannot stand tall forever, I will remain proud to have served my nation for as long as GOD has granted me. It is my earnest hope that my eldest son, Heinrik, will serve the House Ruthern far better than I have, following in the footsteps of both my father and his father before him. In addition, I will be retiring from my role as Grand Creu, to allow for a new, promising generation to take stand. It is with a hand over my heart that I write my most sincere thanks for the opportunities I have been granted. Signed, Dame Viktoria 'The Obstinate' Carosa vas Ruthern, Cavalier of the Royal Orders of Chivalry His Grace, Heinrik Matyas var Ruthern, Duke of Reutov

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Somewhere far off from Celia'nor, a woman moved to thieve a missive from the local board. Unblinking eyes scanned over the etched words, earning a peculiar curl of the lip. "Serves the shrew right," she mutters out.

Viktoria continues to squint through her confusion, unable to read her own name on the parchment.

Viktoria, a colorblind Ruthern, squinted at the missive in silence. "Var? Jest that what that says?"

Lucille plucked the missive from a nearby table, reading over it in silence. "How bored do vy have to be?"

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Annette sat upon the stairs of her home, sorting through the various missives that were left at her door. One in particular earned an exhale, before promptly being set aside. "How Balian's gem has grown," she hummed. "I wish her well."

Missive in hand, Annette stared on in disbelief.. "There is simply no way," she mutters to herself.