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Pretty Princess Helen had her daily afternoon beauty sleep rudely interrupted by her husband. "It wasn't me!" she blurted out before reading the article.

Pretty Princess Helen's reply to her closest friend was accompanied by a soft nod. "How terrible a state of affairs.."

"An obvious attack on the honor of one of our most loyal knights has resulted in us not searching for the true culprits, but banishing and fining the woman that has dedicated her life to our Empire. Truly, the MOJ is a Ministry of Jesters," quipped Pretty Princess Helen to her tea companion (and best friend) Maisie. @zuziee

If you accept this I demand you un-remove my snow elf lore. This is grass type azdrazi based on a character in 2016 leowarrior lore sir. My ice type high elves based on a character in 2016 leowarrior lore being removed should be the standard by which this is appraised. kidding btw, druids...i dont want snelves back . . .

"The Kingdom of Banard is a relatively small nation-state just to the east of the Aeldinic Empire. Its closest comparison culturally to our own histories is the Auvergnat or Savoyard peoples; the Savoyards, however, famously live in Ulmsbottom, within the bounds of the empire therein. Can anyone name Banard's ruling house?" asked Pretty Princess Helen Antonia to her study group of court women (and her friend John Napier). @VIROS @Hanrahan @zuziee@shay@amyselia@libbybelle

if anyone wants just a glimpse at the horrors of aeldinposting in previous familyecho, my w2e character's sons had somehow gone to aeldin as princes, became known as the lazy, had children, had grandchildren, had their title pawned off to random aeldin nobles, and those aeldin nobles married other aeldin nobles before i saw what had happened and erased the troll additions. those sons were never played and they never went to aeldin. i wasnt even that major of a player. you can see how this could get ugly.

I am the Archduke of Eisenstadt.

order has been restored. end aeldinposting.

Pretty Princess Helen celebrated by popping open a bottle of Pruvian Port with her best friend Maisie, and her best friend's other best friend (and, incidentally, her friend) Natalia. @zuziee @shay

where is my cute dragongirl waifu

Pretty Princess Helen, though wincing at her child's use of Viktor's language, and at her husband's abuse of the piano, still prepared to look for a teacher for her young daughter.

Pretty Princess Helen has her fat attendant Beauregard pack her bags so she can visit!

Pretty Princess Helen prepared to peruse the Providence place's promising pieces!

Upon her return to Providence, Pretty Princess Helen proudly (and belatedly) looked at her name on the library. "The NGS are truly artists," the wildly attractive and humble princess proclaimed as she walked about the museum floors, guided by a bookish, middle-aged curator.

copium bro u a norlander?

it literally doesnt matter what we say because even when elves had iphones they wouldnt pass gun lore. why would it be different now.

mfw elven mages had a large hadron collider and iphones in 2016 and humans couldnt fling a rock through a tube if that situation didnt prove its impossible for guns to be passed by our admins, nothing will .

Pretty Princess Helen agrees. To her various, generally obese, servants, she quips, "How glad I am that this has settled properly."

Pretty Princess Helen, who had been in varying stages of pregnancy and post-childbirth constantly over the last three years, wished she had as iconic a fashion sense as any of these women. Unfortunately, to protect her reputation, she was still in hiding - couldn't let people see her with baby weight, after all.

"Fake news! Nobody calls their spouse by their first AND middle names!" exclaimed Pretty Princess Helen to her tragically-injured, obese courier, who had been afforded a lame mule to carry her news from the capital. "Johanna, where's Viktor?" she then asked idly, before returning to her exercises - she hadn't become the pretty princess by eating and lying around all day, after all. Work out, kids.

Pretty Princess Helen, Canonism and the Alstreims' biggest fan, smiles in anticipation.

Pretty Princess Helen, on vacation in New Esbec with much of her personal household, lounged with a Penton-Napier Publishing book upon a fainting-couch. Yet again, however, her childrens' wetnurse interrupted her reading - with an annoyed twitching of a brow, Helen shut her book and gazed condescendingly upon her. "What is it?" she demanded, prompting the frightened, fat nurse to reply, "It's the courier again, m'lady." Not one to correct commoners over the semantics of calling her a mere Lady, Helen gestured for him to be brought in. Girthy was the best word with which to describe Tobias in polite circles, though most would call him wildly obese. Watching him all but pour sweat all over her new rugs, Helen sighed and took the newsletter from him. Upon reading it, the pretty princess gasped, and, after ensuring a servant was sent to find her husband's hunting band and deliver the news, she fainted for effect. @Kujo

Pretty Princess Helen, on extended vacation in New Esbec, took a seat on a relatively comfortable wooden chair. Rays of dim sunlight illuminated the room as a maide brought her a cup of tea, and her quite wide wetnurse Johanna looked over her two young children in their cradles. As the princess stood and gazed out the window, perhaps looking for the silhouette of her husband, she saw another sight - her fat courier, Tobias, sprinting as fast as his stubby legs could take him towards her summer lodge. Strange, Helen thought. He wasn't due for another three days, and really only ever ran so quickly when delivering Hearsay of Hanseti-Ruska to her. In his greasy, sweaty palms, instead, was an oilskin-wrapped parcel containing a dozen of the latest scandals surrounding the Othamans and her best friend, Anna Henrietta. Pretty Princess Helen picked up her teacup, took a delicate sip, and, for effect, spit it out at her obese courier, who grinned from ear to ear in response.

Pretty Princess Helen could not read this date, so refused to read the rest of the document.

Helen moves to join, but is dragged off by Viktor before she can! ...She plans to return later, if possible.