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Ser Abraham quietly recalls the years of shenanigans that Princess Petra got into. The sneaking around with Oleksander, or being afraid to write love letters to Yvo. The time Petra wore pants to adventure into the snow for wonderous creatures, like the Rijka or the brave Bokolos, or even just to sneak into the Hunter's Inn to talk with her sweetheart. Not to forget all the times, that Princess Petra refused to hide during conflict, she refused to stay behind, and burst into the midst of battle equipped with a medical satchel to help the injured. The princess of sunflowers and peaches and the color yellow, a young girl who just had too many dogs but could argue that she didn't have enough dogs; though loved Clover, Peaches, and Mousulina all the same. Prinzenas Royal Petra Emma Mondblume nee Barbanov-Bihar, the Prettiest Princess of them all; the most resilient royal princess and Duchess of Karosgrad, no matter whatever the crow Adalia ever said. There's too many memories to forget, too many to recall all at once; like how Reinhardt(@Capt_Chief26) and Klaus(@Fionn__TWG) used to fight between themselves over Petra like boys do, how young Reinhardt jumped from the roof and descended on Klaus to break his arm. Or the gift young Abraham put inside the palace for her birthday: the handmade telescope, a stationary telescope that would allow Petra to gaze at the stars. Abraham always liked to believe that, perhaps, Igor Kort had become one of the new stars in the sky that could be seen with that telescope. The Southeron knight regretted nothing except one thing: He accidentally made three-year-old Petra cry. Abraham had never been one to be readily violent, until a street urchin threatened to stab the young princess on the palace stairs. That was the only time that a small Abraham acted with such force, tackling him by the knees and managing to knock the older urchin out. All in all, while Abraham quietly mourned the loss of his friend, he knew that Petra lived a full life; so, instead of weeping that she was gone, he rejoiced that she had been. "He took Petra's life, and gave her peace in its place.. He takes, he takes, but.. he gives."

I want Axolotyns brought as a CA race instead.

I approve? jk

Abraham is already married, sorry Vik! Greg (Grigoryi) barfs outside of Urguan after seeing this missive. He makes a mistake and glances over its contents again, causing him to lose last week's lunch.

Greg Ruthers buries his face into his stone desk. Maybe he needs to go back home to Vidaus before, Godan Forbid, something similar happens to him.

Abraham begins commissioning a flame-enchanted bracelet, so that he may exterminate the tarantulas coming near his house. "They about to be real hot.." He grumbled.

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This is quite short.. why did it take so long to come out?

"He didn't leave you behind to Du Loc, he's teaching you a lesson by letting you face the consequences of your actions! You started shit with Du Loc without Ulfric, now finish shit with Du Loc without Ulfric." The newcomer replied angrily to the missive from his tiny work station corner.

Abraham grumbles in quiet embarrassment, his red humiliation at being caught unable to be seen by his dark complexion. "I wasn't going to beat the damn children, can we at least flick the child on the forehead for vandalizing the royal princess' bedroom and leaving a shit on the floor? That's got to be some sort of assault.. And then taking the princess and beating up other children?" He looked between Mendez and Barclay. @Capt_Chief26 "Wouldn't you clap the child on the hand if he dumped a shit in your daughter's bedroom?"

Abraham sighed softly. He began to wonder.. would it be breaking his knightly oath.. if he just kind of kicked the Videos kid in the ass? "Someone needs to take the belt to that kid, straighten him out before one of us have to flick him on the forehead.."

Ser Abraham Rutledge volunteers for the job. He loves visiting Elysium.

Grigoryi frowned at this news, perhaps upset for once that, that the only father figure he liked, was now dead.. but that was life, wasn't it?

"I can't wait to wear pink in court." Abraham smirks softly at the thought of painting the knight armor pink.

Sadeeq just continues to sweep the Kingdom of Hoonse, so that the children won't get dirtied by the daily foot traffic. At least, no one knows he's here yet, as the broom just pretends to be house magic.

"Says the child who didn't have a playground built in their name. The kid is just jealous that there's a lady ruling Hoonse." Abraham gently rolls up the blueprints after he finished making the Klaireground, a playground built for Klara's nameday so that all the children may play on it.

How else are they gonna win the battle without some herobrines haha (jk)

Abraham can't wait to see another goat brought for the dowry. "It's so funny to watch goats be brought in for the weddings, I never understood it."

Sadeeq the ghost is sad that his friend Anya is dead. He frowns as he gently tends the local flowers... regretting spreading more joy to the locals.

Abraham has a hard time decoding the hidden message, as there is a 'k' missing that needs a slant. He eventually gets it anyway. "Ha! That's clever." The man chuckles softly.

We don't talk about Heero, no no no...

Abraham frowned, rubbing his chin. "I saw a goblin at the Haense docks.. then later saw him trying to enter Oren quite rapidly with other goblins.. the docks easily lead towards Dobrov and Oren, perhaps this is worth looking into." The man-squire frowned, worried about the consequences if that was true.

Even the local Haense Armiger frowns at the shit-faced letter that came out. "I don't know how to feel about this but somebody in Haense just made the rest of us look stupid with their actions here today." Abraham grimaced as he held his head, groaning at the stupidity of what's happening. "Can't we just have our Tuvmas Truce?"

"This election has to be fraudulent.. who would vote in Dracomir again?" Abraham gagged softly, before chuckling.. "I guess Samuel just needs to be more well known..."

looking forward to seeing the genetics play out