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  1. While the Halcourts were not planning on holding a proper ceremony for her Grandfather, Phoibe's eldest daughter, Fleur still decided to head out into the gardens and gather bouquets of flowers to honor Sir Laurens. The young girl of Nine decided she herself would plan her own little Le beausorti for her grandfather.
  2. ⋆Discord: Mqrshimellow ⋆Skin Name(s): Scyfling Maiden ⋆Bid(s): 15
  3. Guinevere I of Velen watched over her family with Pride.
  4. Man, Y'all needa go out and meet people...

  5. This Day was blessed by God

  6. It really do matta
  7. [!] A poem begins to be Penned soon after a long departed Princess returns Those who crown themselves with miters and Pontifical robes Are dry and polluted canals that humans long to drink from Boats remain frozen in their abandoned and void place The waters being a simulacrum of Golden Bulls The bubbling and Refreshing springs they cut from themselves Those who pass by are beginning to recognise there is nothing to drink Only worms and serpents live within the canals. Bushes of berries along the Shoreline with thorns and thistles baked inside and dead man bodies pile on top of one another like firewood waiting to be burnt Behold the crown jewels of those called servants and watchers.
  8. Lucrezia, one of the baroness's daughters sat within a foreign land as she was surrounded by a bunch of new friends. Unsure of what was going on back home.
  9. Ottavia I of Pompourelia, Princess of Stassion, Duchess of the Lowlands, Vienne, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margravine of the Westermarch, Baroness of Renzfeld and Montfort, Lady of Fredericksburg bursted into laughter as she now sat underneath her new liege who had already reaffirmed her titles "Richard! Come look, This is the funniest thing I have seen yet!"
  10. The Soldiers of Stassion amidst the fallen C. 1955 The winds howled mournfully across the desolate landscape as Princess Ottavia of Stassion surveyed the aftermath of the devastating defeat. The once-proud banners of Stassion now lay trampled in the mud, the castle walls scorched from the fires of war. Ottavia's heart weighed heavy with grief and anger, but she refused to let despair consume her. As Ottavia and the remnants of her principality scoured the battlefield for survivors, the glow of victory belonged to the usurper king of Aaun. The invaders had claimed the Marchlands, leaving Ottavia's people shattered and her home in ruins. Yet, the fire in Ottavia's eyes refused to be extinguished. Among the fallen Aaunite soldiers lay a wounded man, his breaths shallow and labored. Ottavia, fueled by a mixture of rage and determination, approached the enemy soldier. His plea for mercy fell on deaf ears as Ottavia drove her sword through him once more. Nearby, the fallen banner of Aaun, adorned with a white rose, lay stained with the blood of the fallen. Ottavia observed as the crimson river flowed towards the banner, transforming the once-white rose into a haunting shade of red. She crouched down, picking up the emblem that now bore witness to the bloodshed. Turning to her remaining people, Ottavia raised the blood-stained banner high. Her voice rang out with defiance, "Stassion remains independent, and independent it will stay. You stood here with me today, reminding everyone that Marchlanders cannot be cowed by fear, bullied by force, or bought by any tyrant king." She continued, addressing the loss of their homeland, "While we may have lost the Marchlands, we will march forth to our allies and rebuild. They may spill our blood, but they will never take our heritage or our freedom." With those words, Ottavia handed the blood-soaked banner to her husband, Richard, who bore the weight of their defeat on his wounded shoulders. Mounting her horse, Ottavia cast a final, sorrowful glance at the charred ruins of Stassion, the children's only inheritance. Yet, her resolve remained unbroken. With a determined spirit, she turned her stallion around and led her people away from the Marchlands of Stassion. "Marchlanders, we leave the Marchlands of Stassion, taking our name, heritage, and title with us," Ottavia declared as she tightened her grip on the reins, kicking her horse forth. The remnants of Stassion, with heads held high, rode away from the smoldering ruins. Ottavia's words echoed in the wind: "Stassions never die."
  11. Cc. 1958 Written and composed by Princess Ottavia Stassion And Lord Adrien ‘the Kingslayer’ Here's the story of The Marchlands A land both fair and great In the year of 1952 An Independent State This was much against the wishes Of certain governments Whose leaders tried to break us down And make us all repent But we're all Stassions and we'll fight through thick and thin We'll keep our land a free land from the enemy coming in We'll keep them east of the Constance, till that river's running dry And this mighty land will prosper, for Stassions never die They can send their men to murder They can shout their words of hate But the cost of keeping this land free Can never be too great Cause' our men and boys are fighting For the things that they hold dear And this land and all its people Will never disappear But we're all Stassions and we'll fight through thick and thin We'll keep our land a free land from the enemy coming in We'll keep them east of the Constance, till that river's running dry And this mighty land will prosper, for Stassions never die We'll preserve this little nation For Our Children's children too Once you're a Stassion No other land will do We will stand tall in the sunshine With the truth upon our sides And if we have to go alone We'll go alone with pride Cause' we're all Stassions and we'll fight through thick and thin We'll keep our land a free land from the enemy coming in We'll keep them east of the Constance, till that river's running dry And this mighty land will prosper, for Stassions never die Cause' we're all Stassions and we'll fight through thick and thin We'll keep our land a free land from the enemy coming in We'll keep them east of the Constance, till that river's running dry And this mighty land will prosper, for Stassions never die
  12. "They harass the poor halflings...Leave them be" Ottavia shook her head as she prepared the carts.
  13. DECREE FROM THE MARCHER CORONET Scriptum Anno Domini 1958 THE TITALAGE OF STASSION AND BLANCHET T I T V L V S S T A S S I O N I S E T B L A N C H E T ☩ ☩ ☩ TO OUR DENIZENS OF THE MARCHLANDS, With the aftermath of Princess Mathilde’s name day festivities, we saw the rise of a champion, of a lord and of the House Jewels. Thus we see it fit to decree the following: Within the House of Stassion, HRH, Aurelia Fredericka, the eldest daughter of Stassion , the Duchess of Helena @Eryane HH, Mathilde Augusta, a daughter of Stassion, The Countess of Veronia @annanicole__ Within the Marchlands, TH, Sir Adrien Blanchet, An honorable man and Knight of the Marchlands, Baron of Blanchet @OwOrc And finally, a man who has been a long time friend of Stassion, whilst we cannot title him we dub him Ser Istvan, The Champion of the Marchlands. @budaq We trust that these Honourable men and women of the Marchlands and beyond, serve the realm and the House of Stassion well and with valor. IN NOMINE LEONIS HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Richard I of the House of Stassion, Protector of the Marchlands, Prince of Stassion, Duke of the Lowlands, Vienne, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margrave of the Westermarch, Baron of Renzfeld and Montfort, Lord of Fredericksburg HER SERENE HIGHNESS, Ottavia I of the House of Stassion, Princess of Stassion, Duchess of the Lowlands, Vienne, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margravine of the Westermarch, Baroness of Renzfeld and Montfort, Lady of Fredericksburg
  14. Uhm, Anyway.  How was everyone's new year!

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  15. Ottavia Stassion sends a Complimentary Stassionic red to the Vicountess of Pompourelia and Queen of Balian.
  16. BIRTHDAY SOIREE of PRINCESS MATHILDE C. 1957 Issued by the ☩ THE PRINCESS OF STASSION ☩ Princess Mathilde, the cherished daughter of Richard and Ottavia, is on the verge of embarking on an extraordinary journey into a new chapter of her life. In honor of this momentous milestone, we are privileged to host a grand celebration amidst the captivating and mystical Marchlands of Stassion. Prepare to be swept away by the sheer delight, elegance, and indelible memories that await you. The festivities will commence with a captivating tournament, where the very essence of valor and skill will be on display. Marvel at the extraordinary prowess and unwavering dedication of the realm's most exceptional knights and warriors as they compete for glory in the name of Princess Mathilde. As the sun sets on the tournament, the grandeur of the evening will unfold into a majestic ball, where Princess Mathilde will make her dazzling debut to society. This enchanting moment will be etched in the annals of history as she graces the dance floor with her esteemed father, the Prince of Stassion, for their inaugural waltz together. Prepare to be captivated by the sheer beauty, grace, and regality of the royal family as they share this extraordinary and unforgettable moment. Join us in this extraordinary celebration, where joy, elegance, and unforgettable memories intertwine. This is an occasion that will transcend time and leave an indelible mark on the hearts of all fortunate enough to witness it. Let us gather together, as a collective, to honor and celebrate Princess Mathilde, a beacon of grace and inspiration, as she embarks on her remarkable journey. SPECIAL INVITATIONS The Royal House of Stassion The Comital House of Sarkozic Her Royal Highness, Aurelia Fredericka of Stassion His Royal Highness, Richard Octavian of Stassion Her Royal Highness, Vivienne Lorena of Stassion His Grace, the Duke of Adria, Markus Sarkozic, and the Ducal House of Adria Papa Vlad, Father of the Arpech Ivan Arpa, Hetman of the Host of Arpech THE NOBILITY OF THE MARCH His Lordship, The Baron Valcour, Tristand Dresnay de Valcour His Lordship, The Baron of Valognes, Rickard de Valognes THE NOBILITY OF THE LEAGUE His Grace, The Captain-General, Gaspard II van Aert His Grace, the Duke of Blackvale, Valentin van Aert The Most Honourable, Margrave of Drusco, Edmond de Rouen The Rt. Honorable, Count of Sonlach and Rivigrenz, Johanes van Aert His Lordship, the Baron of Reyne, John Reyne His Lordship, the Baron of Harlingen, Manus de Ruyter His Lordship, the Baron of Eulersberg, Jan Euler Her Ladyship, the Baroness of Brasca, Viktoria af Brasca The House of Kovachev and the Order of the Rychwald OUR FRIENDS & ALLIES ABROAD The Denizens of the League of Veletz The Denizens of the Iron Horde The Denizens of the Principality of Celia’nor Signed, HER SERENE HIGHNESS, Ottavia I of Pompourelia, Princess of Stassion, Duchess-Consort of the Lowlands, Vienne, Helena, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margravine of the Westermarch, Baroness of Renzfeld and Montfort, Lady of Fredericksburg HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Richard I of the House of Stassion, Protector of the Marchlands, Prince of Stassion, Duke of the Lowlands, Vienne, Helena, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margrave of the Westermarch, Baron of Renzfeld and Monfort, Lord of Fredericksburg HER HIGHNESS, Mathilde Augusta, Countess of Veronia, The Grand Lady of the Aster Court
  17. The Princess of Stassion sat in her chambers, she began to hum a new tune...
  18. Ottavia sat within the palace, drawing another card from her deck before turning to her mourning husband "Blood will have blood, and my" she smiled, walking over to Richard "What a river of blood will be spilled"
  19. The Princess Ottavia smiled to her husband, spreading her cards across the table before she pulled a card, smiling at the cards contents, Ottavia slid the card over to her husband "Time for the d'Atrus to prove if they can defend their city"
  20. C. 1955 Issued by the ☩ THE PRINCESS OF STASSION ☩ The Aster Court council presents The Victor’s Ball, a festival held in Stassion to honor the victory of the League and its allies over the forces of the Grand Covenant. This celebration is purposefully held to emphasize the importance of protecting culture and standing together against the tyrannical forces of the Covenant. As we stand in this period of aggression due to the current standings of our roads in Aevos, we seek to remind those of the importance of unity in such times. There shall be stalls serving either foods or various religious items which represent various Saints, as a show of piety and faith in GOD, who delivered us victory. After the period of viewing stands a speech shall be given by The Prince of Stassion and the Victors ball shall begin. The Princess of Stassion encourages all to dress in the color red, as a display of the League's strength over the Covenant and in honor of the blood shed from those fallen who fought for their freedom from tyranny. THE NOBILITY OF THE MARCH His Lordship, The Count of Pompourelia, Kasimir Sarkozic His Lordship, The Baron Valcour, Tristand Dresnay de Valcour His Lordship, The Baron of Valognes, Rickard de Valognes THE NOBILITY OF THE LEAGUE His Grace, The Captain-General, Gaspard II van Aert His Grace, the Duke of Blackvale, Valentin van Aert His Grace, the Duke of Adria, Markus Sarkozic The Most Honourable, Margrave of Drusco, Edmond de Rouen The Rt. Honorable, Count of Sonlach and Rivigrenz, Johanes van Aert His Lordship, the Baron of Reyne, John Reyne His Lordship, the Baron of Harlingen, Manus de Ruyter His Lordship, the Baron of Eulersberg, Jan Euler Her Ladyship, the Baroness of Brasca, Viktoria af Brasca OUR ALLIES ABROAD The Denizens of the Iron Horde The Denizens of the Principality of Celia’nor SIGNED, Her Serene Highness Ottavia of Pompourelia, Princess-consort of Stassion, Duchess-consort of the Lowlands, Vienne, Helena, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margravine-consort of the Westmarch, Baroness-consort of Renzfeld and Montfort, Lady of Fredericksburg
  21. The Princess Ottavia smiled as she greeted her husband, her cards spread out across her table from where she had waited for him. The Consort too lifted her glass to the knights, beaming at her Husbands words "This is our peace" she mocked.
  22. Adeline sat in her room, reading the letter. The Princess Royal sighed, scrunching it up and tossing it into the fireplace.
  23. Agnieszka was very confused as to how he responded to her whilst being across aevos..
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