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  1. Cecily Amelia, a future Princess Royal of the Kingdom of Aaun, and her twin, Helen, often accompanied her mother to the various meetings that detailed the establishment of the renewed royal court. At her young age, she could understand a limited amount of the complexities of court, but a certain excitement festered within her regardless. This missive would be the basis of her future, and she aimed to take advantage of it.
  2. The Princess Augusta of Aaun, the elderly grandmother to the Lord Chancellor, beamed with joy. “This calls for a Rosian revelry, most certainly,” the woman remarked offhandedly to her pet cockatoo, who stared at her blankly with its beady eyes in kind.
  3. The Dowager Khediva of Rudria, Augusta Charlotte, awaited the event eagerly. "My grandchildren truly have been most prepared. Perhaps their troubles have emboldened them, and they, in turn, are in line to achieve greatness."
  4. “Unity is comprised of actions, as well as solidified by them, and this here is a fine action on the behalves of the joint Crowns to do so,” remarked the elderly Johannian, Augusta Charlotte, to the Queen Hedwig. The crone rapped a plump index finger against her chin, murmuring, “Well done, Hedwig. It will be quite the spectacle.”
  5. The youngest of King James’s issue, Augusta Charlotte was afforded the issue by her household’s courier. The elderly dowager quickly hid the pamphlet in her skirts, and sauntered to the Hand of Horen’s hearth. Silence succeeded her, but her mind was ablaze.
  6. THE CHILDREN There was silence looming over the Royal Nursery. With its proximity to the shores of the Silver Sea, the three babes housed in separate cradles were lullabied by the faint murmurs of the thrashing currents below. Moonlight permeated the room, and caressed the countenance of the three eldest royal children: Godwin Leopold, and the twin princesses, Cecily Amelia and Helen Theodosia. From the great heights of the pinnacle of House Alstion’s seat, the Hand of Horen, the moon and sun were not altogether so distant. Every time the curious princelings reached out their little palms, they babbled in wonder as they covered the great stars above with their fingers. Little did they know that they could if they played the cards of their fortunes right. Against the bay window of the chamber loomed a middle-aged wet nurse, rocking back and forth upon a ligneous chair. Her hands deftly embroidered the draconic sigil of the Johannian Dynasty upon the second of three kerchiefs for the children. Each flick of her wrist sired another fragment of the emblem being finished, and over the hours, the routine settled into a humdrum. The machinations of the act, coupled with the nocturne hour, made the nurse’s sewing ever languid. Plnng. “God be good,” the Nurse yelped, having pricked her finger on the needle after yet another brusque movement. Her ichor tainted the purple drake that denoted the crest of the secondborn, Cecily, and stared in mild horror as the needle had punctured through its eye. It was a strange coincidence. The infant royal bore a clouded eye, not unlike that of her grandmother, the Dowager Queen and her eldest aunt, Josephine. Courtiers had whispered about the condition for decades, known furtively as the Curse of Middelan, that only seemed to impact the eldest female descendants of each of Queen Amelya’s sons. The Wet nurse completed the third handkerchief with more alertness, the rawness of her fingers urging her to do so. One by one, the embroidered fabrics were laid in the cradles of the children. Godwin’s was gilded, and bore at its rightmost corner the illustrious seal of Alba. The twin princesses’ were lined with frills and courtly perfection. As she retreated, the children stirred, but no angst befell them amidst their isolation and solitude. Their satin shrouds kept them warm against the breeze. What else could they wish for?
  7. A G I L D E D R E T U R N Issued on 24th of Horen’s Calling, 1968 Proclamations de la Marquise The House of de Rosius has been in silence for a while. When I concluded my wardship beneath the Queen, I spent time alongside my husband and courtly advisors to devise a framework for all that we dreamed of for our house and successors. We are humbled, by GOD’s grace, to be able to share this with you now. Firstly, the Prince of Rudria and I have officially welcomed our first child, Louis-Caspian, into the world. He will be the heir to the lands and titles that have been carried for many generations, and so his line will inherit them after him. Upon his eighteenth birthday, Signeur Louis-Caspian will be invested as Lord de Rosius - the title of our house’s heir apparent. A party will soon be held in celebration of him. Secondly, the family formerly known as d'Arbre, which was founded by Emir de Rosius, my great granduncle, shall be dissolved with the permission of their representative, effective immediately. This is to mend the issues that the branches of our House have faced in the past, and to unite once more as descendants of Baroness Claude. The family shall henceforth be named Rosius and will officially benefit from the titles and Margravial standing that we bear. They will steward a keep for themselves in the west of our lands, which they shall inherit within their future lines. Their leader will also join the Marquise’s Council of Roses, to contribute to the prosperity and stability of House Dieuxmont de Rosius. Thirdly, within the upcoming years, the city of LOUISANNE will commence its implementation. The city will be the ‘Capital’ of Haute-Epine, where its citizens shall meet and have official courtly meetings. The city will be fully functional and will contain all the facilities needed. People who inhabit this city will initially pay no taxes to motivate them to do so. Finally, we offer land rentals for affluent families who desire to establish territorial and cultural roots among their Auvergnat brethren. The burghers who purchase deeds to land within the territories of Haute-Epine will tangentially sit upon the Auvergne Council, the preeminent entity for the affairs of the Auvergnat peoples in Aaun. AVEC DIEU, T H E M O S T H O N O U R A B L E O L Y M P E - R E G I N A D I E U X M O N T of the lands of High Peak MARCHIONESS, of the estates Beaufoy, Arentanie, and Pacidia COUNTESS, and of Rosius and Louisanne BARONESS. Head of the Household of Dieuxmont de Rosius
  8. T H E S E A B O U N D Far from society, where the waves whispered tales of ancient seafaring legends, a union as profound as the ocean depths was forged. It was the year of 1962, beneath the azure sky and a gentle sea breeze, that Prince Nicodemus Basrid of Rudria set sail into the sacred vows of matrimony with the illustrious Marchioness of Haute-Epine, Olympe-Regina. The nuptial rites unfolded on the vessel of HHS the Matyan, where the salt-kissed air embraced the couple as they pledged their eternal devotion. And in the presence of a select few, including the Reverend Cardinal Frantzisko and the Royal House of Alstion, inclusive of Nicodemus's mother, The Princess Augusta, they exchanged vows that echoed like the soothing rhythm of the tides. The ceremony was intimate, an ode to the enduring love that burgeoned between them. Beyond the union of two hearts, this marriage heralded the convergence of two distinguished lineages, intertwining the Khedivial House of Basrid with the noble House of Dieuxmont. @MCVDK
  9. U N B I N D I N G L Y B O U N D "Do you hear the breeze?" Nicodemus asked. "Hear? Would one not feel the breeze?" Olympe quipped in return. "Ne.. Ne.. Listen," he replied, much more serious in tone than her own, his arm pointing to the sails above. SWOOSH. The wind crashed into the sails of the small vessel they were on, propelling it forth at immense speed. Waves crashed against the sides of the boat. It howled—the wind—and finally, the Marchioness could hear that breeze too. The boat embarked on an adventure, if only for an hour or so. And as deals were made by custodians back at the hold from which they came; Nicodemus and Olympe ventured into new horizons—both literally and, albeit unknowingly, figuratively. A N N O U N C E M E N T O F B E T R O T H A L 10th of Harren's Folly, 1960 𝒪 L Y M P E - R E G I N A D I E U X M O N T of the lands of High Peak MARCHIONESS, of the estates Beaufoy, Arentanie, Pacidia & l’Arbre d’Or COUNTESS, and of Rosius BARONESS: B Y U N I F I E D D I C T U M Our House of Dieuxmont and the House of Savoyard Basrid have concurred that our alliance strengthens both houses. It is agreed that a bond should be established through the sacred traditions of matrimony. Each house has put forth a candidate, duly affirmed by both myself and the Head of the Savoyard Basrids. T H E R E B Y D E C R E E D On their eighteenth birthday, which occurs on the same date, N I C O D E M U S B A S R I D, the Prince of Rudria, and M Y S E L F, the Marchioness of High Peak, shall be wed beneath the Grace of God, thus uniting us and our Houses eternally. Until then, they shall be betrothed. B Y W A Y O F C O N S E N S U S i. The Prince of Rudria shall retain the name Basrid unless his duties are carried out on behalf of the House of Dieuxmont, in which case the Prince of Rudria shall use the suffix: D I E U X M O N T - L I È. ii. The House of Dieuxmont makes no claim to the Free Khedivate of Rudria unless deemed so by the Prince of Rudria thereof. iii. Children shall bear the name Dieuxmont by birth, although one may be chosen as the heir to the Free Khedivate of Rudria and subsequently named Basrid. T H E M O S T H O N O U R A B L E O L Y M P E - R E G I N A D I E U X M O N T of the lands of High Peak MARCHIONESS, of the estates Beaufoy, Arentanie, Pacidia & l’Arbre d’Or COUNTESS, and of Rosius BARONESS. Head of the Household of Dieuxmont. H I S K H E D I V I A L H I G H N E S S N I C O D E M U S B A S R I D of the free lands of Rudria PRINCE. Head of the Household of Savoyard Basrid.
  10. THE UNDERTAKING To lose a father so young is a burden none should have to bear, especially not alone. That day, Lady Olympe had been, just like so many days before, writing in her journal aboard The Savoyard, the hearty yacht owned by the grandmother, Marguerite Adela, who had years prior served as the Marchioness consort of Haute-Epine. Her strong female presence had always permeated her upbringing, given the designation of the former Margravial consort as her guardian upon her parents' retreat from public life. The items laden upon her oak shelves tremored as a wave crashed along the western flank of the boat and so, Olympe, ever focused on details, rose to adjust them. She stared at the miniature portrait of her parents, depicting them on the day of their marriage, and lamented how far they were -- oceans away. Moments later, her attention was roused by a knock upon her door. It was her grandmother -- a woman garbed in a dark crimson coat, with sable-black hair streaked with grey that was neatly held by an elaborate tricorne hat. Her countenance was sober and pallorous, yet upon closer inspection, moistened by an onslaught of tears. The Dowager Marquise voiced in Auvergnat, her silvery tone inflecting upwards, “Olympe, how are you today?” “Grandmother, is everything alright?” queried the youth in kind, wafting over to comfort her ailing ancestress. The revelation that the Dowager Marquise would levy upon her granddaughter would ultimately result in silence. There, the two stood in an embrace -- two women of different generations, mourning the loss of the one that came in between. Another wave crashed against the great Savoyard vessel, yet no one was prompted to fix the items upon Olympe’s shelves that fell as a result. The painting of Louis III and Isabel fell to the ground, the glass shattering for the ultimate time. It was then that Olympe knew there would be no more boats, travels, or distance from her family. At her young age, she was reminded by the gentle yet affirming touch of her grandmother that, henceforth, there would be only duty. -=(+)=- It is with great displeasure that the Margravial House of Dieuxmont de Rosius announces the untimely passing of His Lordship the Marquis of Haute-Epine, Louis III Etienne Olivier. His Lordship passed in the recent battle, and was cared for by his estranged yet everloving wife, the Dowager Marquise Isabel of Varoche. For the sake of privately mourning the life and legacy of Louis III, it has been the prerogative of Olympe I, Marquise of Haute Epine, and her regent, Marguerite of Lewes, to maintain news of the passing as a family matter, except for the Crown and Privy Seal, until now. The Marquise of Haute-Epine vows to uphold the tenets and legacy of the House Dieuxmont de Rosius, and all its holdings forthwith, to the best of her ability. Additionally, as is her tantamount responsibility, she swears fealty to the Crown of the United Kingdom of Aaun, its sovereign King John I, its consort Amelya of Middelan, its heir The Prince Charles, and promises herself to service beneath it. Although riddled by sadness, the Marquise hopes that, with the turning of this new leaf, that the House Dieuxmont de Rosius may prosper and grow as their emblem, a Rose, would with proper nurturing and care. AVEC DIEU, Olympe Regina Dieuxmont de Rosius, Marquise de Haute-Epine, Comtesse de Beaufoy, Arentaniebourg, Pacidia, e l’Abre d’Or, Baronne de Rosius, Madame de Mont Louis
  11. The newly inherited Marchioness of Haute-Epine, the eleven-year-old Olympe-Regina, laments the departure of the man that she had never come to know. In response, she wrote: To His Excellency The Treasurer of Aaun, and beloved kinsman, It is a shame that my late father could not introduce us, and moreso lamentable that since my arrival two Saint's Days ago, we have not yet become acquainted. Having been raised by my grandmother, the Dowager Marchioness Marguerite, upon her ship, the Ashford, I was never permitted much to connect with my kith on the mainland. How regrettable I find that, now, especially given how much things have changed for our most respectable House. Though you seek to forfeit your titles - a request I am inclined to accept - please, too, accept my offer to meet. Perhaps we might discuss the fate of our shared House, the very same house who once considered the illustrious peak of God's Mount home, and subsequently became anointed as Dieuxmont. I am eager to hear your ideas, and receive your counsel, as I undertake the endeavor of raising our house -- our family -- into something that you, our fellow de Rosius kith, and I might be proud of. Let us continue striving for greater heights. Blessings to you, Olympe-Regina Dieuxmont de Rosius, Marchioness of Haute-Epine, Countess of Beaufoy, Arentaniebourg, l'Arbre d'Or, and Pacidia, Baroness of Rosius, Lady of Mont Louis Ward to Her Majesty the Queen of the United Kingdom of Aaun.
  12. The late Mother Adela, a Martyr of Reza, is touched by the commitment to the Order that she once led. Her blessings enshrine the Abbeys of Saint Jude and Judith.
  13. Issued and Confirmed by the Lady Chamberlain In the Year of Our Lord, 1944 To the United Realm of Aaun and its subsequent territories: The years succeeding the ascension of our Kingly Majesty, Edmund the Second, have been endowed with prosperity. A United Kingdom founded on the principle of labor, service, and love by the Harvest Lords who preceded us must certainly be honored, especially as the celebration of its anniversary nears. With a bustling staff managing their upkeep, the fertile meadows encircling Whitespire 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 Aaunic denizens, particularly the dwellers of the Crownlands, and any who lack the proper sustenance required in their livelihood, it is our privilege to announce - at the behest of HIS ROYAL MAJESTY - the establishment of the Aaunic Harvest Accords of Whitespire. Sustenance shall be dispensed every Saint’s Weeks (One OOC Week) in Whitespire’s City Square. Conventions shall be held on the Grand Harvest. Under the supervision of the Whitespire City Diet and the City Watch, the fields surrounding the Aaunic capital will be tended to, harvested, and cared for with prudence so that the products of these efforts are sustainable in the long term. The incumbent Lord Mayor and Commandant will be trained by The Princess Augusta in regard to supervising the project and securing its autonomous longevity. Professional inquiries may be directed to any of the signatories below. May the Saints and Exalted keep watch and sustain all who hunger. SIGNED BY, Her Royal Excellency The Lady Chamberlain of Aaun The Princess Augusta
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