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•────────────────── •°•❀•°• ──────────────────• ───────── another small & cute creative writing post (something to smile at during the conflict) to peer into Evelina and Tomasz's life. it's not common knowledge that Evelina is with child so please do not meta! thank u (click here for music) ───────── •────────────────── •°•❀•°• ──────────────────• Evelina stood in front of the mirror, the soft glow of the room casting a warm, serene light on her reflection. The nightgown she wore gently draped around her, its fabric flowing smoothly as she moved. Her hands rested lightly on her rounded stomach, the familiar curve reminding her of how close she was to meeting her child. It felt surreal to her—the idea that she could give birth at any moment, that this new chapter of her life was just about to begin. .❀。• *₊°。 ❀° She slowly slid her hands down, moving them gently over her stomach, revealing the fullness of her belly as she did so. The sight made her pause, a mixture of awe and anticipation washing over her. She could feel the baby’s movements, small but distinct beneath her skin, and it made her smile softly. Her reflection in the mirror, the roundness of her form, was a constant reminder of the life she carried—one that she was so ready to welcome. As she stood there, lost in her thoughts, she felt Tomasz approach from behind. His presence was a comfort, grounding her in the moment. He gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chest pressed against her back. His chin rested on her shoulder as they both looked at their reflection in the mirror. Evelina’s gaze naturally fell to their hands, now intertwined. Her fingers, still lightly touching her stomach, were joined by his. She could see the matching wedding bands on both of their fingers, shining softly in the light. Each glance at the rings brought a sense of peace, a reminder of the vows they had made to one another and the bond they shared. .❀。• *₊°。 ❀° Tomasz’s voice, soft and reassuring, broke the silence. “Don’t fret, you’re going to be an amazing mother,” he murmured, his words filled with love and certainty. His words wrapped around her, soothing the flutter of nerves that had started to creep in. She had been so focused on the anticipation of the coming days that she hadn't let herself fully embrace the quiet, beautiful moments in between. But Tomasz always seemed to know how to ease her mind, how to remind her of the love and strength they had together. “We’re going to be great, Tomasz,” she said softly. “We have each other.” Tomasz placed a soft kiss on her cheek, the touch light but full of affection. The simple act made her heart swell, and in that quiet moment, with the weight of the future hanging in the air, Evelina felt certain of one thing: no matter what came, they would face it together. .❀。• *₊°。 ❀° Her gaze drifted back down to their hands, their wedding bands gleaming side by side. She knew that soon, everything would change. Their lives would be turned upside down in the most beautiful way. But with Tomasz by her side, she felt ready. Ready to step into motherhood, ready to embrace the changes that would come, and ready to love their child with everything she had. •──────────────────────── •°•❀•°• ─────────────────────────•

•────────────────── •°•❀•°• ──────────────────• This is just a cute creative writing post of Evelina before the wedding, enjoy! :) ───────── •───────────────────────────• •────────────────── •°•❀•°• ──────────────────• The soft light of morning crept through the windows, bathing Evelina’s room in a gentle, golden glow. She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands resting in her lap as she gazed at the two dresses hanging before her. The dresses swayed slightly in the quiet, the silk shimmering in the light, but it was not their beauty that captured her attention. It was the thought of the man who would soon be waiting for her. Tomasz van ve Karoswald. Her heart fluttered at the mere thought of him. She could already picture his face—his warm smile, the way his eyes always seemed to light up when he saw her, the warmth in his gaze that always made her feel like the most important person in the room. He was the one who had made her feel understood, cherished, and loved—not for anything she had done, but simply for who she was. She will marry Tomasz today. And that realization made everything feel like a dream. .❀。• *₊°。 ❀° She glanced up at the two gowns, both the same soft ivory color yet one was a deeper hue, the delicate floral embroidery tracing the neckline and hem like an elegant whisper. The deeper of the two hung a little lower, its neckline slightly more daring, while the other was a touch more reserved. They were both beautiful in their own right, but she wasn’t thinking about fabric or design. She was thinking about him. About the life they would share together. The butterflies in her stomach stirred again, and she smiled softly to herself. It wasn’t nerves, really. It was excitement. It was the weight of what this day meant—today, she would marry the man she loved. Everything had led to this moment, and in a few short hours, she would walk toward Tomasz. She would become his wife. She stood slowly, her feet brushing against the cool floor as she moved closer to the dresses, her fingers grazed the fabric of the deeper-hued gown. She could almost hear his voice in her mind, the soft way he’d tell her she looked beautiful, just as he always did when they were together. His words would catch in his throat the same way her heart did whenever she thought of him. With a soft sigh, Evelina smiled and moved to change. .❀。• *₊°。 ❀° She let herself think about the future, a life with Tomasz. A life of love, of laughter, of sharing every moment together, no matter how big or small. She was ready. She was ready to walk down that aisle, to meet him there and say the words that would bind them together for all time. Today wasn’t about the dress. It was about Tomasz. About them. And she knew, without a doubt, that no matter which gown she wore, the moment would be perfect because he would be there. •──────────────────────── •°•❀•°• ─────────────────────────•

Evelina Irena sat on the couch in the Valkonen home, the missive held carefully in her hands. She stared at the words, her heart beating a little faster as the title Baroness seemed to settle in her mind. It was hard to believe—after everything, this was her reality now. Her eyes lingered on the words, recalling the long nights, the doubts, and the quiet determination that had kept her going when it all seemed impossible. She traced the edges of the missive, her mind drifting toward the future. She knew the weight of the title wasn’t just hers to bear. Tomasz, ( @garentoft) her soon-to-be husband, would be at her side, sharing in the responsibilities, the decisions, and the work it would take to lead. The thought of him with her—strong, steady, and equally committed—gave her a quiet sense of peace. Taking a deep breath, Evelina whispered the title aloud, “Baroness Evelina Irena Valkonen...” It felt strange, but it also felt right. She wasn’t alone in this. With Tomasz, she was ready to face whatever came next, sharing the burdens, the joys, and the future of the barony together.

Lady Evelina Irena Valkonen read the missive with a soft smile, her fingers tracing the edges of the letter as she finished. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she murmured to herself, “This is the season of love.” She set the missive aside, then moved to her desk, quill in hand, and began writing a letter to her dear cousin Bjorn.

[!] This missive was pinned to every notice board in Haense and personally given to each Head of the Noble households + The Koeng himself [!] ⊱⊰ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⊱⊰ ⊱━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━⊰ “Scorched, Yet Unscathed” ━━━━━━━ ISSUED ON 6th OF THE DEEP COLD, 566 E.S ⊱━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━⊰ An Artists depiction of Lady Florence Valkonen ━━━━━━━ I would like to take a moment to express my sincere gratitude for the many invitations I have received to various events. Your thoughtfulness and kindness in including me are deeply appreciated. However, I must gently clarify that many of these invitations have been addressed to my mamej, who passed many years ago. While I carry her memory with me, I am Evelina Irena Valkonen, and it is I who would be grateful to receive these invitations moving forward. Spasiba for your understanding. I look forward to sharing in the joy of gatherings. S I G N E D, The Noble, Matriarch of House Valkonen.

With a soft smile, Evelina Irena Valkonen read the missive aloud to Ragna. "Perhaps we’ll visit our new cousin with Aedypapej Alaric," she said, excited at the idea. @SekaiAmber