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The princess Alysanna was sat on her bed when a servant brought her the missive her mother wrote. The girl sat up and took it, muttering a quick thank you before she unfolded the piece of paper to read. As her eyes scanned over the piece of paper and the words written on it. She thinks back to the few people she knew from Hyspia, a very specific one coming to mind. Only now she was thankful he had left Hyspia, and was instead in Ravenmire with her. Now she was faced with war, having to abandon her friends on the other side. She crumpled up the missive and tossed it aside as she simply chose to lay back down on her bed, uttering a silent prayer to the family of Miguel and the citizens of Hyspia.

After the argument with her mother, Alysanna stared at the invite, the girl trying her best to not cry over the fact that she was to miss her best friend's event. She was devestated, now tossing the invite to the side as she instead made to write to Isidora, explaining all of this.

The princess would read of the abdication, merely humming, "They can do so much better, this is for the best. He's... They'll be better off." Was all she said as she crumpled up the missive and tossed it away.

The twelve year old read this missive, the girl letting out one very drawn out sigh, "At least someone is sensible." She said simply, looking over to her father with a grin on her face.

The Last Breath of Grace The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden haze over the quiet country road. Rosaria walked with a steady rhythm, her sandals brushing against the warm, sun-baked dirt, the soft hum of cicadas filling the air. A gentle breeze tugged at her loose dress. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the figure coming around the bend until it was too late. Stumbling into him she looked up, her eyes wide, “Sorry!” She said with a sheepish grin. The tan man stared at her, telling her to be more aware of where she walked before he looked towards the city of Dorada, “Do you stay there?” He would ask, and she nodded her head. For a moment silence fell around them, the woman moving out of the way so she could continue on her way, but once more she was stopped, the sun beating down on her face, “I heard there was a vampire that was killed there? Do you happen to know anything about that?” Rosaria recalled the situation with Valencia, her cousin, and this vampire. She nodded her head, “She met a fate fit for her, no?” This did not sit well with this man, as his gaze turned cold and suddenly the woman felt herself getting panicked, liquid trickling down her nose and ears. Only once she reached up and looked at her fingers could she see it was blood. She stumbled back, her heart racing as the woman fell back onto the ground. “P-Please! I have children, I beg of you, stop!” The man reached for a blade, which he swung down towards her, slashing at her arms while in an attempt to spare herself, she begged for her life, “Not here, nor with you. Emmeline was worth ten of you mortals, and that is how many I shall take.” The blood was rushing down her arms at this point, the woman staring up at him with bewildered eyes, before he struck again, slitting her throat in one motion. Rosaria closed her eyes, coming to terms with the fact that she’d never see her husband again, nor her children. Falling back against the ground she tried clinging onto life, failing miserably. Her breaths grew shallow, her trembling hands pressed futilely against the crimson flow that refused to stop. The world around her blurred, and as darkness closed in, she felt her strength slip away, leaving only silence.

Alysanna stared at the newly born baby in her mother's arms, the girl clearly curious, yet upon hearing her name she glanced at her parents, "You called her what? Mama, Papa! That is too close to my name!?" She was unhappy, it was written all over her face as she huffed out, the girl furrowing her brows and once again staring down at her sister. She said nothing more and stomped out of the room, not having any of it and she made quite the show of it.

Elaine knew coming here was going to be a mistake, she would be an idiot if she didn’t know that this would be the very cause of her demise. Yet, there she stood, staring at the gates of the city, the gates very unwelcoming to her. She was one of the reasons their gates were kept closed, she knew that much, the thought making her snicker. Stepping forward she eyed the woman who let her in the first gate, immediately she could tell she was a daughter of Luis, exactly who she was looking for, “I am looking for the children of Luis.” She would say simply, knowing she was speaking to one, yet didn’t want to assume anything. The princess before her, princess Valencia asked her who she was, “I am the one who killed your father. My name is Angelika.” The princess stared at her, likely wondering why Elaine had come here. Was she here to laugh at her, to torment her more even after all these years. In fact, she was here to make it right, to confess what she had done. She wished to speak to her, perhaps see if this woman was anything like her father, kind, warm? And so she led Elaine into the city, taking her to the palace as her eyes wandered and her thoughts raced. ‘Why am I here?’ She thought to herself, why was she doing this? Boredom, that’s why. Finally they walked over to a small pond just outside the palace, her eyes settling on Valencia as they stood there. She had the same nose as Luis, the resemblance was most certainly there. For minutes they spoke, Valencia asking her what she wanted, why she did what she did. Elaine knew it was merely because she could, it was an opportunity and she took it, his death wasn’t planned, but Valencia’s was. Standing here today, one of them was going to die. And as the princess turned her back, Elaine did not think twice before she moved closer, her steps gentle and barely audible. She lifted a hand, the nails on her fingers growing into claws as she grabbed onto the princess’ shoulders to turn her around, slashing at her face. Soon she could see the blood dripping from her cheek and before she could admire it her hair was grabbed at. She clawed at Valencia, her claws once more digging into her skin as she grabbed her and flung them both into the pond to the side. That was her mistake, she fell first. Now she was underneath the bigger woman, and she struggled to get free. Valencia’s hands gripped at Elaine’s throat as she suffocated her. Due to this she gasped for breath, yet was greeted with a mouth full of water which made her choke. This was it, this was how her long life was going to come to an end. Once again she got greedy, trying to be someone she is not, and she will pay for it with her life. Slowly her vision started to fade to black, she wasn’t fighting back anymore as water filled her lungs and slowly her body gave in. Would this have ended differently even if she did not attack the princess? Would she have left with her life to spare? It seems she’ll never know, now it was too late. Valencia felt Elaine going limp, the bloodied princess could finally get herself out of the pond, the vampire simply floating in the water. All you could see in the murky waters was strands or red hair and rich green fabrics floating to the top. She had lived countless lives under borrowed names. Each disguise had been a shield, a necessity to survive the suspicion of those around her, yet with every new identity she left fragments of herself behind, pieces she could no longer recover. Once a vibrant child, ended up as a distant echo of her original self. If only she could go back to when times were simpler, before the world forced her to change, before it turned her cold. Yet here she lied, floating in a red tinted pond, murky and cold, lifeless. She had so many chances, yet the only good she did was bring her children into the world, and all she could hope for is that they do not turn out like her.

Tides Within (PK) Ophelia stood at the edge of the shore, her bare feet sinking slightly into the cool, damp sand as the waves lapped over her toes. The ocean stretched endlessly before her, a mosaic of shifting blues, its salty breeze threading through her hair. She closed her eyes, her eyelids feeling heavy, and tilted her face to the sun, letting its warmth seep into her skin as the rhythmic roar of the waves filled her ears. For a moment, the world seemed to pause, no worries, no pain, just the infinite horizon and the steady heartbeat of the sea. She breathed deeply, despite how laboured it was, tasting the salt in the air, and felt, perhaps for the first time in weeks, utterly alive. For in truth, she had been battling this illness for far too long, this change of scenery was exactly what she needed. Not to heal, but to find peace in her situation, to finally accept it all with a heart so full. As she turned away from the horizon, she saw him standing a few steps behind her, his figure framed by the golden glow of the sinking sun. His hands were tucked casually into his pockets, but the soft curve of his smile gave him away. His eyes, warm and steady, met hers, and for a moment, the sound of the waves faded into the background. She felt a quiet gratitude swell in her chest, an unspoken connection in the space between them, as if the ocean’s vastness mirrored the depth of all they had shared. He didn’t need to say anything; his presence was enough, grounding her in the moment like the earth beneath her feet. She turned around, her feet sinking into the sand as she walked over towards August, reaching out to take his hand. With not a word spoken between them they made their way over to the small cabin, the very cabin they’ve run to, to find such serenity, peace. They stepped into the cabin, the cool, shadowed interior a stark contrast to the warm glow of the beach. She paused just inside the door, gripping the edge of the weathered table for balance. A wave of dizziness washed over her, stronger this time, and before she could call his name, her legs gave way beneath her. He was there in an instant, catching her before she hit the floor, his arms strong but trembling as he cradled her fragile frame. Her breaths came shallow and rapid, her face pale, and she clung to his shirt as if anchoring herself to the world. “I’m here,” he whispered, his voice steady despite the panic in his eyes. He carried her to the worn couch, his hands brushing the hair from her damp forehead, as outside, the ocean roared on, indifferent to the storm brewing in their quiet refuge. The room was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fire and the rhythmic crash of waves outside the cabin, a distant echo of life’s ebb and flow. She lay in his arms, her body frail but her spirit luminous, her breath becoming slower now, each one a bittersweet farewell. His hand rested gently on her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that silently fell, though his own eyes glistened. She looked up at him, a faint smile playing on her lips, and in her gaze was everything, gratitude, love, and a quiet peace. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but he heard her as if her words were carved into his heart. And then, with a final, soft exhale, she stilled, her face serene as if she had simply drifted into the embrace of the sea she loved so much. He held her close, his own heart breaking yet full, knowing her pain had ended, and that in her last moments, she was surrounded by the one she loved most.

Rosaria had a long day to say the very least about it. So taking a moment she laid back against the pillows of the bed, the servants around her tending to her babies, three of them. Her eyes were focused on her sons, making sure that they were all happy and healthy while she herself had to make sure she was alright. With her husband by her side, she held onto his hand tightly, "Can you believe it? Three of them, three Andres!" She was both excited and nervous, the woman not knowing anything about raising a little human being, much less three of them, but this was a chapter of her life she was excited to write. @HeyitsNano

Emmeline would stare at the words on the missive, reading it again and again, almost like she was trying to change what it said. She couldn't accept this, this couldn't be true, she refused to bury another child, yet, she had no choice. She clung onto the paper, her hands shaking as she went to sit down, her eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. "My dearest Henry.. Oh, how I will miss you, my son... Rest now.." She muttered out to herself as tears started to stream down her face.

Rosaria Murietta looked at the missive, her brows knitted together as her fiance spoke to her. It all seemed to happen too fast for her liking, one thing leading to the other and now she was left with a father who abdicated. She looked at Andres finally, "Si, he has always been one." She said agreeing with him as she took a glass, however despite raising it, she still seemed somewhat out of it. @HeyitsNano

Rosaria would read the missive given to her by her father, the woman staring at it for a while before she simply sighed, "This is not going to go well." She muttered to herself, her hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

When Emmeline heard of his passing, she was stunned. She knew it was coming, the man was deep into his life already. However, she sat there, in her home, unable to form a single word. She stared at the wall, and for what felt like the first time in a long time, she felt sadness. Not only did she lose a friend, she lost someone who was like family to her. "Rest now, Greg.. God knows you deserve to rest."

THE GARDEN PARTY OF SAN ADRIANO Issued on the 9th of Lothar’s Gift, 123 BA BY THE COUNTESS TEMESCH TO THE DENIZENS OF BALIAN & ALL, With the recent announcement of peace in the lands of the continent and the blooming of House Temesch, the Countess and Count alike have sought it to be a perfect time to host another event upon the keep built on the lands known as San Adriano, even unveiling new parts of the building that has been constructed in recent times. Thus, to the end of celebration of various matters, the House Temesch et Martiel henceforth does announce “The Garden Party of San Adriano” We encourage attendees to don their most fashionable attire, befitting the occasion. Men are urged to wear their most stylish outfits, while ladies are especially requested to display their best caps and dresses for a competition to be held and prizes awarded to those deemed as the best dressed of the day. A special exhibition of the family's priceless art collection will be on display, allowing guests to fully immerse themselves in the creative legacy of House Temesch et Martiel. Whilst, the grounds will be decorated with a variety of flowers set to bloom in response to the season which grips the southern kingdom. SATURDAY 31ST 5PM EST FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Royal Majesty, Alexandros II, King of Balian, and his royal pedigree. Her Royal Highness, Princess Ariadne Casimira, Baroness of Tuvia, and her royal pedigree. His Grace, Marcel Vuiller, Duke of Aquiliae, and his noble pedigree. Her Grace, Viktoria vas Ruthern, Duchess of Reutov, and her noble pedigree. The Right Honorable, Achillius d'Arkent, Count of Salia, and his noble pedigree. The Most Honorable, Tristan de Lyons, Viscount of Enderoca, and his noble pedigree. The Most Honorable, Viviana Vilac, Viscountess of Valio, and her noble pedigree. The Honourable, Paloma Galbraith, Baroness of Cascanova, and her noble pedigree. The Honourable, Baldric Vourkehardt, Baron of Cadiz, and his noble pedigree. PERSONAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Excellency, Kristoff var Ruthern, Amiratus of Balian, and his royal pedigree. His Grace, Olivier Sebastian Ashford de Savoie. The Right Honourable, Friedrich von Augusten, Count of Hohengarten, and his noble family. The Right Honourable, Emilio Varoche and his noble family. The Honourable, Fleur Halcourt and her noble family. Her Ladyship, Katrin Stafyr, Baroness of Feldkirch, and her noble family. The Citizens of Balian and her allies. S I G N E D , Her Royal Highness, Ophelia Johanna Novellen, Princess of Balian, Countess of San Adriano, Countess of Martiel. His Excellency, August Benedict Temesch, Count of Martiel, Viscount of San Adriano, Vice-Amiratus of Balian, Royal-Legate of Balian, Militant & Watcher of the Order of Saint Lothar.

Emmeline sent out the notice of his death, and was sitting in her house sipping coffee, "What a shame.." She muttered out to herself as she put down the missive she kept for herself.

Notice of Death The family of Paul Sebastian Moere shares sad news. Paul Sebastian Moere has passed away due to complications with his injuries he received at his trial in Balian. Despite what people have to say about him, his wife and children will miss him dearly, as he was a good father. He died peacefully with both children and his wife by his side. Signed by, Emmeline Saida Moere

In her bedroom in the palace, the princess would be curled up on her bed, the very room she grew up in. Thoughts began to race through her mind of when her mother was alive, one which felt like mere moments ago for her wedding. What is supposed to be a joyous day turned dark and gloomy by the news of her mother passing, "Imma.. I wanted to make you proud, to see you grow old with your children and grandchildren.. May you rest in peace, and find solace knowing you're with padre." She said as she turned around and covered herself with her blanket, not wanting to face the world.

The Princess would read about the quince, a smile on her face, "But I must go." She said to herself as she put the missive down and walked to her closet, "Now, what am I going to wear?"

Sat on her bed, the girl would stare at the wall for what seemed like hours on end. How could this happen? Marjorie was a sweet girl, she did not deserve this. The princess then laid down, "Why? Why her? Why my friend..?" She asked to herself, wondering how this had been the outcome for someone as wonderful as her friend was.

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Emmeline held the letter in her hands, her eyes focused on the words as she tried to see through the tears, "Farewell, friend." She whispered out, folding the letter and leaning back to stare up at the ceiling. Once more the woman was left alone in this world.

Emmeline Haverlock walked alongside her son, trying to shield him from the horror before them as the both of them searched the streets of Aaun in complete shock, "He has to be alive. Leopold... Please be alive." She begged to herself, pleading to anyone listening that just perhaps she would find her husband alive among the corpses laid out on the street.

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Emmeline would glare at the missive, complete rage evident on her features as she looked to Leopold, "We should just have them test me and get it over with. Throwing accusations around like this, who do they think they are?"

What if the server owner was not aware of these words? I am sure most of us don't sit on discord all day, and big servers have so much chats. What happens then?