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    Queen Milena

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  1. Mother Adela grins from within the Abbey Saint Jude, looking over the missive whilst her fingers rap intently against its surface. She’d rise from her leisure in the pavilion, her alternate hand now intently clutching at her aurum chaplet. The woman expulses a breath, signing the Lorraine as she utters, “For you, sweet Adeline.”
  2. Julia Adelaide weeps at Daniel’s bedside, eyeing the husk of the holy man in distraught. ”How cruel a GOD... to take you so soon.”
  3. The Duchess of Alba aims to pursue the sickly Pontiff’s homestead, bearing a tome. She’d eventually find the threshold of his home, rapping thrice upon the door while relinquishing her hold upon the worn valuable. With a drastic pivot, Julia descends the stairway, clutching her chaplet with a tauted hand. ”GOD keep him, and may he come to a swift decision.”
  4. Within the depths of her homestead, Milena Ekaterina lounges beside her hearth, tending to the onyx tresses of her daughter Antonia. She’d loom over the impatiently shifting girl, inspiring breathily. ”For King and Country, my sweet Antonia. Never forget who you are – A crow.”
  5. Issued and confirmed by Her Royal Majesty, the Queen 21st of Harren’s Folly, 1735 Regarding the vacancy of the Chamberlain Position Hereby does the royal administration correct the vacancy of its Royal Chamberlaintry, a position once coveted by many amongst the royal household for its imaginative liberties. Partially due to my inclinations toward family, and my growing children whom are so fruitfully entering their childhoods, I have resolved to amend the lack of coordinated merriment during my scheduled absense. Therefore, I have deemed it fit to name the incumbent Maer, Kamila of Nenzing, my successor to the Chamberlaintry. A woman renown for her jolly and ingenuity, I have no doubt she shall resume the duties of the Royal Household with aplomb.  IV JOVEO MAAN Her Royal Majesty, Milena Ekaterina of House Carrion-Barbanov, Queen-Consort of Hanseti-Ruska and its pertaining realms.
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    THE SLAUGHTER

    Milena looks over the depiction of the downed Uruk, prompting her companions to log on to WOW.
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    OF BEARS ONCE MORE

    Vivienne d’Amaury had often recalled her youth amidst the blistering days in the Rubrummagnus – how she and Anabel had practised their dancing together, intending to impress their formidable suitors, aged just eleven. Even in death, the late Princess of Alstion felt nothing but warmth for her estranged confidant. “Cherie, he loves you... So much so, it is almost terrifying!” The woman quipped years after, laughing boisterously before her own daughter’s wedding procession, locking forearms with the Devereux Empress-Mother. ”But we do what we must for our children, oui? Die for them – even die without them.”
  8. Queen Milena of Hanseti-Ruska peruses the missive alongside the Ladies Barbanov and de Balaine, chiming in, ”It seems Cesarina of Marna was naught only a conniving manipulator, but a practioner of the unholy Pertinaxi practises her brother once condemned. Fret not, my ladies, the words of Laertes de Falstaff carry no weight in GOD’s eyes. His actions have damned him.”
  9. Bid: my love skin: everything
  10. Queen Milena of Hanseti-Ruska peruses the missive, an unamused frown curving at her lips. ”It saddens me that the Emperor’s own mother seems to have such distrust for his regime... and how overtly uninformed she is! Why, everyone knows Lorrainians have opted to cower in Guise, not the Adrians!”
  11. HAESENI HARVEST INITIATIVE - I Issued and Confirmed by the Royal Office of the Queen-Consort 6th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1729 Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, The years succeeding the union of King Andrik III to his consort have been endowed with prosperity. A kingdom having recovered from the plague of War, it has not only been privileged with the birth of an heir, and the matrimonial celebration of its Princess-Royal, but with a bountiful harvest. With a bustling staff managing their upkeep, the fertile meadows encircling Reza are now laden with viridescent life and produce, amongst them wheat. Compelled by such fortunes, it is incumbent upon us to hereby declare the following edict: For the betterment of all Haeseni and any who lack the proper sustenance required in their livelihood, THEIR MAJESTIES’ declare the establishment of the Haeseni Harvest Initiative. Sustenance shall be dispensed every Four Saint’s Weeks (One OOC Month) in Robert’s Square. Conventions shall be held on the Grand Harvest. Under the Supervision of the Royal City of Reza’s administrators, farmers shall be hired to sustain the initiative. Professional Inquiries may be directed to any of the signatories below. May the Saints and Exalted keep watch and sustain all who hunger. IV JOVEO MAAN, Her Royal Majesty, Milena Ekaterina Fyodorovna of the House Barbanov-Carrion, Queen-Consort of Hanseti-Ruska and its pertaining realms Her Excellency, Lady Kamilla Stafyr, Maer of Reza Ilkazar of Alban, Royal Advisor
  12. Mariya Oliviya, within her secluded chambers in the Haeseni Palace, ponders over her husband’s death – only comforted by the waning candlelight providing the room with an incandescent flare. ”Did I betray you, Viktor, as I said you betrayed me?” The Dowager Countess, only twenty-four, ruminates, her voice limited to that of a hoarse rasp. ”GOD has cursed me on this day, and left me a decrepit widow. Yet... yet it seems, I deserved it.”
  13. "HUZZAH. The Queen is with child!" A Feast for Generations, 1729 (Saturday: August 17th - 4:30 EST) The waking morning had proven to be of ilk to the renown of Milena Ekaterina, since her union. She would often make rounds around the palace, greeting passerbys. Yet, in the days since the beginning of the seed, the suggestion of a protruding stomach had began to betray the young queen's natural refinement of posture, as she was brought to a slouching manner in an attempt to breathe with lesser injury and theatrics alike. This brandishing of a more eased demeanor was most noticeable to those engaged in the daily activities of Her Majesty's rapidity of life, whom instantly regarded the apparent pregnancy with excitement and mirth; Eventually, word would spread amongst the plethora of courtiers and servantry alike, before an official statement could be released. During the seed’s peak, whence the sun assumed its place above Reza’s beauteous confines, fanfare would emanate from Robert’s Square, and a gawky herald not yet in his adulthood would be posted atop the wooden stands -- ready to declare the paramount news. To the citizenry of Oren, It is with the greatest jubilation that the Haeseni crown does wish to formally announce the pregnancy of HER MAJESTY, the Queen, and an invitation to join us in celebration of THEIR MAJESTIES’ firstborn atheling, and the union of the exalted bloodline of Carrion, uniting crow and crow alike. Invitees are to convene in the Basilica where a christening ceremony is to be held. Guests will be ushered into the Prikaz, and its respective throne room, where they shall be expected to bestow a gift upon the esteemed bairn. A feast shall later be served, succeeding the ceremonies, where those in attendance may indulge in Haeseni cuisine amongst the Royal Court. GOD save the August House of Barbanov and their illustrious crown. Signed, Her Royal Majesty, Milena of House Barbanov-Carrion, Queen-Consort of Hanseti-Ruska and its pertaining realms.
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    A Stifled Flame

    A STIFLED FLAME [!] The Duchess of Alba, circa 1727 “Your mother and sister have gone now, my beautiful Julia. Do not let that stifle your flame.” She had recollected her father’s coos of reassurance. He had promised her he’d stay alongside her, yet he too, had made himself scarce. The youth would have grown since then, her tresses longer and her frame gawky as she steadily traipsed toward adolescence. If one were to put her alongside her mother, Vivienne, they would note a remarkable resemblance betwixt the two. She lowered her grey glance, letting it sweep dully over the cerulean waters bordering Helena as she’d stand on her railed balcony. A dragon without her flame; without resolve; without ferocity. What am I, then, she thought. She did not wield her siblings’s redeeming qualities: Adeline’s unwavering ardor and regality, nor Charles and Henry’s stately prowess. Her grip upon the railing tightened. Who am I? . . . YOU ARE WEAK The child sharply pivoted to face her chambers, startled, yet found herself staring directly at her own reflection; it was immaculately polished, not an idle stain in sight. She found herself enthralled, meandering toward it with a jutted index finger. It curled, hesitant to breach the depiction of herself, as if doing so would distort it. The finger begrudgingly straightens, finally meeting its likeness. With abruptness, the child untethered from her reverie, an inner tempest stirring in its wake. “I am not weak!” She shrilly contested, palms rapping against her temples as her knees met the glossy flooring brutely. Heavy exhalations escaped the youth, wrathful sobs and bellows following shortly thereafter. A retinue of maids rushed into the princess’s quarters, distraught to find her gaunt composition stirring upon the floor. They moved to grasp at her, and restrain the frenzied jerks of her body. The child was unappeased, countenance flushed with a wanton carmine hue as the tumult ensued. “Your Highness, please,” A younger handmaiden pleaded, her plump hands palpitating fretfully. After a few painful moments, the child stilled, perpetuating her frigid, glossy glare unto the woman -- then spitting at her face. “Bring Adeline here. I wish to see her.”
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