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The Lady Chancellor of Alba did allow herself a great sigh in relief, not just for the Duchess Diane but for the Archduchy's future as well. For now that lady of Tiber had done that duty which had so won her naught but scorn and sneers from those unknowing of a woman's plight in the birthing bed. Susanna prayed this would be a new chapter, as the menace of that silver wyvern did circle overhead.

ON THE DEMISE OF BARON ADRIAN ALEXANDER HELVETS Issued by THE HOUSE OF HELVETS On this 11th of Horen’s Calling, 2082 TO THE ARCHDUCHY OF ALBA AND THE HOLY IMPERIUM, It is with heavy heart that the House of Helvets does announce the tragic passing of ADRIAN ALEXANDER HELVETS, Baron of Owynsburg and Master of Myre Hall, after nearly a decade of fevered illness. A capable statesman and former Speaker of the House of Lords, the Baron of Owynsburg was tragically struck down in his prime by an illness believed to have been acquired abroad during one of his many business ventures in the trade of livestock. He has long suffered from this affliction, so we can only pray that GOD has finally allowed him the hard-earned peace that has evaded him for many years. He has been laid to rest privately by his lady wife and his leal household and beside his late son Lord Foltest outside the walls of Owynsburg. Herein is the succession to the Barony of Owynsburg likewise affirmed to pass into the hands of LADY DOROTHEA MAGDALENA HELVETS, who has reached her age of majority. She shall now take up all titles and properties held by her father, as is her birthright. The Baroness-Dowager shall maintain her title by virtue of her widowhood, and maintain a chamber within Myre Hall to be used at her leisure. The House of Helvets asks for the offering of prayers on behalf of the late lord’s soul, during this period of mourning, and asks for condolences to be given to the Baroness of Owynsburg as she undertakes this newfound burden of peerage. Signed, HER EXCELLENCY, Susanna Helvets, Lady Chancellor of Alba, Baroness-Dowager of Owynsburg

Susanna, always ensnared by business behind her Chancellor's desk, did receive news of her niece's demise with a quiet sigh. She had never met the girl, not even as a babe, and could not admit to feeling any grief aside from that sympathy she had for her elder sister Clementine. Girlhood had been their brief moment of bliss, yet it seemed this Johanna had not even been allowed that before her short life met its end. If the weight of a crown weighed upon even the youngest of humanity, she continued to be grateful that God had determined for her a burden more gentle. Gossip was rampant in Alba, and she had heard here and there of how those ladies of the Celosian Court did flock about the imperial halls. With her niece's death came the cynical curiosity of how one ambitious young woman or two might step forth, to claim what now seemed the greatest prize in all the Imperium - the hand of the future Imperator.

From a salt-sprayed galley, a lone Crow held in her hand word from her second son, with news of this assembly of Raevir whom had gathered in the southern reaches of Aevos. Her lips pulled into a solemn smile, as feelings of pride and grief washed over her in a wave. Her father had left their people to die, whilst her cousins of Ghaestenwald had endured by a strength of will the refugees of Karoslund had never wished to even entertain. It was a worthy thing, even something that perhaps she felt a pull to lend her aid to. But that wayward Bihar knew her presence, as always, only complicated matters further. Her stormy gaze, instead, forth and toward the horizon. Her heart held within it an anticipation, for a reunion with that sister who had long awaited her return.

The office of His Serene Highness’ Chancellery doth announce the commencement of a period of mayoral elections. This Year of Our Lord, two-thousand and seventy-nine, elections are hence called into effect. Prospective candidates shall have until next Horen’s Calling to deliver a letter to the Lady Chancellor expressing their intention of candidacy. Once nominations are complete, candidates shall be given a period of time to campaign and will be invited to attend a debate to be questioned by the citizens of Saint Godwinsburg. Thereafter, a ballot box, for voting, shall be constructed in Prince’s Square, at the heart of the city, and residents may begin casting their ballots. The requirements for candidacy are listed hence The Candidate must be of at least ten and eight years of age. The Candidate must be a permanent resident of the City of Saint Godwinsburg. The Candidate must not be a title-bearer or noble peer of the realm. The Candidate must profess and adhere to the Faith of the Canon. The requirements to vote in the mayoral election are listed hence All voters must be of at least ten and eight years of age. All voters must be a permanent resident of the City of Saint Godwinsburg. All voters must not have any outstanding unpaid tax-obligations or criminal charges within the Empire of Man or the Archduchy of Alba. The election period shall extend till next year, two-thousand and eighty, and upon the last day of Sun’s Smile the ballots received shall be collected, counted and confirmed, wherein a public declaration shall be made announcing the victor and new Mayor of Saint Godwinsburg. Well wishes unto thee, each and all hopeful candidates.

The Baroness-Regent looked upon her daughter's inaugural fete with exuding pride. For finally Owynsburg would know some merriment and respite after what seemed an endless series of woes and mournful circumstances. That evening, she lit a candle for her late son, a prayer spoken in the hope he might watch over Dorothea's efforts from the Skies above.

The Lady Chancellor returned to her desk with a satisfied smirk, following those trials by combat. Swiftly though did her hubris fall away into something more thoughtful. Her gaze had found that looming portrait of her late father upon the wall, proud and lean in his embroidered doublet of pale azure-blue. Her eyes began to glistened, a breath catching in her throat. A peasant brigand had slain him, they had said. Those very same who had sought to do the Archduke harm, and wreak havoc upon their realm. "We hath shielded thy realm, father," She spoke in a whisper, her voice wavering. "Just as I promised."

The gentle condition of the Duchess Furnestock did warrant a rare showing of sympathy from the Lady Chancellor, who deigned to attend that festival despite her duties. For naught else, she sought to support a young lady whom now faced childbirth yet again, a trial she herself had faced in utter terror. Alas, the succession of Alba would not allow the maiden of Beaufort such freedom.

FULL NAME: Julia de Rafal AGE: 14 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Squire to the Order of the White Hart (Alba) SIGNED NAME: Julia de Rafal METHOD OF CONTACT: munazaldrizotii / MunaZaldrizoti

Username: MunaZaldrizoti Character Name: Julia de Rafal Affiliation: Archduchy of Alba, Empire of Man Desired Rank: Vanguard, Reserves Which games will you be attending?: The Battle of Eldmyr, The Siege of Totenpflaz

The Lady Chancellor, adorning her gilded chain of office, did welcome the news of such a decisive Alban victory with great enthusiasm. Whatever mild celebration she felt, however, was dimmed at the rumors of castle-forged steel used against their own soldiers of the Black Banner and White Hart. For this eluded to a greater threat, of enemies who worked in shadow and raised these common men as pawns. It was a mercy, perhaps, that her father would not have to live to oversee such strife within that land he had loved. She would carry the burden now, and see Alba to its next generation.

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