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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.
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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, 1960𝒪 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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Sustenance shall be dispensed every Saint’s Weeks (One OOC Week) in Whitespire’s City Square. Conventions shall be held on the Grand Harvest.
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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.
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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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+1 best estranged rp husband, at present, stellar guy overall
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The Marchioness of High Peak, Marguerite Adela of Lewes, was personally told of the news by her son in one of their infrequent, yet nonetheless loving on the mother's behalf, audiences. With an apron stained by grapes, the maturing, yet lively, noble lady could not stifle her display of glee. "What a brilliant choice, Louie! May your union be bountiful!"
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Hours before the news of the Lord of Alba’s passing, his youngest sibling, The Princess Augusta of Aaun, had been sat alongside Adela of High Peak by kindling in their private palatial lounge, discussing a matter of great importance. Augusta’s eyes always seemed to stir towards the flames, enthralled by the wipsy and warm-hued tendrils that seemed to call to her. Her ring finger trembled, as though weighed down by the supple ring encircling it against a higher force drawing it to the flames. Whispers emanated from behind her, stirring the finest of hairs from the posterior of her neck to stand erect, before the world went dark, the last of her sight in that moment being the murky countenance of her helpless sister-by-law whimpering over her.
Wind pounded against Augusta’s face, with her garments thrashing violently. As she opened her eyes, darkness absorbed her periphery, the only source of light emanating from a sliver above her — where she had presumably fallen from. It was too distant, then, however, for any comfort derived from its existence to wash over her. A growing warmth gradually crescendoed against her back, and as it did, wisps of Augusta’s skin began to melt away from her dermis. The whispers trickling from behind her intensified, eventually evolving into screams - screams of hundreds, of thousands, who received no respite in this ungodly abyss. The most prominent among them was the voice of her brother, the Lord of Alba.
Her eyes fluttered open with weak precision. No longer was she in the lounge, but rather, in the Palatial infirmary, entirely alone. In the near distance, the bells of Whitespire were struck various times, each pang born reverently after the demise of the last.
Augusta thought of her brother’s screams, and pondered if there would come a time where she would only remember just his screams, and not his elegant voice, or his suffering, and not formidable character. At this, the Princess wept, inconsolable. She anguished over the people of Aaun most of all. Henry would never come again.
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The youngest of King James’s children loitered at the highest level of the hand of Horen, the frigid atmospheric air reddening her cheeks. Augusta Charlotte, a young woman in her twenties, then, had always admired her eldest brother, though their difference in age left them little in common. She pondered whether or not, if the Prince had lived longer, they would have become closer, in due time. Her thoughts would consume her for a while, her ring-clad index finger fidgeting with each gust of wind that rustled by.
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A woman, this Knight’s ever devoted and formidable wife, would welcome him with the same love that she had felt in life into her embrace, were there truly a heaven.
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31 minutes ago, ncarr said:
next summer, baby. June 2024. mark it on your calendar.
30 minutes ago, RIGOR said:Favorite RP w/me
Favorite Human ruler
Favorite IRL historical figure (mine is Napoleon Bonaparte)1. Preemptively, I have to say that each time I've rped with you has been wonderful. We really play off of each other's characters and emotes very well, and seldom has rp ever been stale with you - if at all! I'd have to say that one time in Petra when Pavel showed Maude how to fight for the very first time was my favorite. To me, that signaled her shift from being a victimized young girl to a woman -- both in terms of prowess and emotional maturation -- and the beginnings of vulnerability commencing to surface in Sir Ivanovich.
2. This is a controversial one... Since there are various factors that determine this, and I have a fair selection of NLs that I admire deeply, I'll call out, in particular, @JuliusAakerlund's rule of Haense as Robert I. He was a very altruistic and welcoming King who led an active haense and welcomed me into the fold of Haeseni leadership at the time. I was very new and it's NLs like him that make the experience of assimilating so much more comfortable. It's a practice I've tried to implement when I've had the pleasure of leading a group of players before, as well. I'll also note Ricky's Emperor Augustus. He was a solid ruler with direction, and various facets of player life were strong during his EoM, regardless of any externalities that were being faced.
3. My favorite historical figure is another point of contention for me! It really depends on the day, but right now, it has to be Eleanor of Aquitaine, and for a few reasons: Eleanor's marriages to Louis VII and Henry II made her the Queen Consort of both France and England, two of the most powerful kingdoms in medieval Europe. Her influence was not limited to the courtly sphere; she actively participated in political affairs, counseled her husbands, and often acted as a regent when they were absent. Eleanor's court became a center of vibrant cultural and intellectual activities. She played a pivotal role in the development and promotion of courtly love, a literary and cultural movement that influenced medieval European literature and ideals of romance for the centuries to come. She was also actively involvement in the Second Crusade and accompanied her husband Louis VII on the crusade to the Holy Land, becoming one of the few queens to personally participate in a military campaign. While the crusade was ultimately unsuccessful, her participation highlighted her determination, courage, and commitment to her role as a leader and was the mother of several notable rulers, including Richard I (Richard the Lionheart) and John of England. Her children played significant roles in shaping the course of English history, including their involvement in the Angevin Empire and the events of the Plantagenet dynasty. Eleanor of Aquitaine's remarkable rise to power and her ability to assert her influence in a patriarchal society make her a symbol of female strength, resilience, and leadership. She defied the prevailing gender norms of her time, leaving an enduring legacy that continues to inspire and captivate audiences to this day.
28 minutes ago, valecu said:are you proud of yourself, as of current?
what's the best book you have ever read?
and, who's your biggest role model?
1. I am! I've accomplished a lot in my personal life over the last year, and I am so thankful for the opportunities that have been provided to me, the experiences I've had, and the people and places I've come to know and love, both in real life and virtually through all of you <3
2. The best book I've ever read is, hands down, the Agony and the Ecstasy by Irving Stone. It is widely regarded for its compelling portrayal of an artistic genius, its historical accuracy, and its exploration of universal themes. It continues to be celebrated for its enduring literary merit and its ability to transport readers into the vibrant world of the Renaissance.
3. I try to not idolize one person in particular, but rather, admire many people. I focus on their virtues and shortcomings and try to learn from both. It sounds a bit lonely, but that's how I hold myself and others accountable. However cliché it may sound, however, my mother is someone that I'll always admire and love – despite her virtues and shortcomings. She raised me and set the stage for who I am today through her love of academics, her work ethic, and her compassion (and also stuck through the indomitably annoying adolescent stage).
23 minutes ago, Matheaww said:Axelu whats your favorite character and why
Also why are your emotes so amazing, like how do they single-handedly immerse me
My favorite character overall has been Elizaveta vas Ruthern, who married the Count of Dobrov and later went by the epithet of Angeline de Montcalm. Her story was one of the most riveting I had the privilege of instrumenting on this server, and it always flowed so organically too. I wasn't even sad to say goodbye to her because it had just been such a fulfilling play time with her that I knew it was time to let her go.
As for my emotes, I wouldn't say that they are, but thank you <3 Honestly, it's just reading, practice, and getting into character. I try to tailor how flowery or curt they are based on the character that I'm playing, or an emotion I'm trying to convey.
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This is a little late, but given I've seen so many people do this recently, I'll give it a shot (AND actually respond, this time...)
Hold me accountable <3
Here's to half a decade on here (lol)! I'm looking forward to reading and answering your questions
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“And so, he of the dragon’s blood, in all of his majesty and righteousness, tames the dragon,” remarked The Princess Augusta of Aaun to the afamed squire, Gawyn of Pertinaxi, as she tended to his wounds. “Well-done, my darling friend — your name will be etched upon the names of the realm’s most valiant heroes, and your devoted and good heart immemorial.”
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THE FIRSTBORN
The Patron of Petra, Countess of Mardon, and Lady Montalt c. 1890
To my dear friends and family,
As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the world, I find solace in the knowledge that these words will forever carry the essence of my spirit. I write to you now, with a heavy heart, burdened by the weight of a life filled with trials and tribulations. I wish to share the story of my sickness and impending departure from this realm, for it is a tale that deserves to be told, to be etched in the annals of history. Not for my pride, but so that those who follow me understand that they, like the Phoenix that boldly serves as the sigil of the great House Montalt, must not be so easily vanquished.
From the very moment I drew breath into this world, destiny's gaze fixated upon me, marking me as the firstborn daughter of a noble king. The crown, a symbol of authority and power, was never meant to grace my brow, as a brother followed suit of me, yet I nonetheless sought to guide our kingdom to greatness, as our ancestors had vied to in their times. Yet, fate conspired against me, weaving a tapestry of tragedy and sorrow.
At the brink of day, the very same day I had come of age four and ten, a storm of violence swept across the land. My family, the pillars of my world, were mercilessly taken from me. Their lives were extinguished in an instant, leaving me alone, a solitary soul adrift in a sea of sorrow. The grief that consumed me was suffocating, threatening to drown me in its depths. But in the darkness, a spark ignited within me—a flicker of resilience and determination.
As the smoke of my family's demise cleared, I found myself abducted by the very people who had ripped my world asunder. I was a captive, confined within the walls of my own despair, by the very same persons who had elicited the demise of my father, mother, and youngest brother. But I refused to succumb to the clutches of hopelessness. Though weakened and battered, I nurtured a fire deep within my heart, stoking it with memories of the love and strength that once surrounded me.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. I endured the most unimaginable hardships, facing cruelty with an unwavering resolve. The lessons I learned etched themselves upon my soul, molding me into a woman of indomitable spirit. I forged friendships with fellow captives, sharing stories of defiance and survival. We became a beacon of hope in the darkest of times, our collective resilience a testament to the power of the human spirit.
Eventually, a moment of liberation arrived when my husband’s brother, Saveliy, wrought me my freedom, and I emerged from the chains that had bound me. But the scars of my past were etched deeply, and they followed me like shadows. They marked my physical body and infiltrated my spirit, planting the seeds of an illness that would accompany me until the end of my days.
As I emerged unshackled from the chains that bound me, a profound decision took root within my resolute heart. In an act of profound gratitude and faith, I relinquished my claim to the land that once belonged to my lineage. With unwavering determination, I bestowed upon my trusted godfather, Paul Alexander Temesch, the sacred task of establishing the realm of Petra—a bastion of democracy and knightly values.
Upon the verdant banks of a breathtaking lake, Petra rose, a testament to the ideals I held dear. Guided by the principles of justice, equality, and honor, this land became a sanctuary for the weary, a sanctuary where the chivalrous spirit thrived. The foundations were laid upon the pillars of unity and fairness, where the voice of every citizen was valued, and the valor of every knight was celebrated.
Now, as I stand at the precipice of the great unknown, I do not fear what lies beyond. For I have lived a life of purpose, a life that defied the expectations cast upon me. I have tasted both the sweetness of victory and the bitterness of defeat. I have loved deeply, laughed wholeheartedly, and fought with every ounce of my being. For this, I thank my husband, children, nephew and nieces, and siblings - the latter of whom I have not seen in years, yet nonetheless love very deeply. And in this journey, I have discovered the true essence of strength—the unwavering determination to rise from the ashes, defy the odds, and leave a legacy of resilience.
Though my departure looms, I implore you, my beloved kith, to carry my story forward. Let it be a testament to the power of the human spirit, a reminder that even in the face of insurmountable adversity, one can prevail. I leave you not with tears of sorrow, but with tears of gratitude—for having been given the chance to experience life's extraordinary highs and profound lows.
As the final pages of my story unfold, know that I depart with a heart filled with love for you and for all those who have touched my life. Hold fast to the lessons I have imparted, for they are the legacy I leave behind. And remember that even in the face of darkness, there is always a flicker of light, a flame of hope waiting to be kindled.
Signed,
To some
Her Royal Highness, The Princess Maude Fredericka Augusta Mary,
Princess Royal of Oren, Countess of Mardon, Lady of Montalt
To others
Her Excellency, Dame Maude "The Reborn,"
Countess of Mardon and Lady Montalt, Patron and Hero of The Petra
To most
Matilda Montalt,
Firstborn to King Frederick the First
RESQUIESCAT IN PACE
Matilda Frederica Augusta Maria
1869-1930
POSTHUMOUS LETTERS:
TO MY HUSBAND, SER PAUL, Lord of Montalt: @excited
SpoilerI do not know what life would be without you, perhaps nothing, given how you had commanded that your brother salvage me from the von Dracos during the Orenian Civil War. Together, we have built a home, a family, and a name for our children to develop for themselves—free from the bindings of agnostic and cognatic descent that defined our lives for so very long. As I pen these words, my heart overflows with profound gratitude and unwavering love for the knight who has stood as my pillar of strength. Throughout the trials and tribulations that have beset my path, you have been my unwavering shield, my saving grace in a world fraught with darkness.
From the moment our paths intertwined, I recognized in you a kindred spirit—a fierce warrior with a heart of gold. Your unwavering loyalty and unwavering dedication to safeguarding my well-being have been a testament to the depth of your character and the profound love that binds us.
In the face of adversity, you stood resolute, battling the shadows that threatened to consume us both. Your unwavering courage and indomitable spirit emboldened me, giving me the strength to rise above the darkest of storms. Through every trial, you were my guiding light, illuminating the path forward and instilling within me an unyielding resolve.
You have been my unwavering shield, protecting me from harm, and the steadfast anchor that grounds me amidst life's tempests. With your presence, I have discovered a love that transcends the boundaries of time and space, a love that empowers and fortifies my very being.
As I prepare to embark on the next chapter of my journey, I want you to know that your unwavering support and boundless affection have shaped me into the woman I am today. Your belief in me has propelled me to conquer the seemingly insurmountable, and your unwavering faith in our shared dreams has spurred me to defy the limitations imposed by a world intent on extinguishing our spirit.
I entrust you with a precious legacy—the memory of our love and the dreams we wove together. In your capable hands, I know that our love will endure, steadfast and unyielding, a beacon of hope amidst the trials that may yet come.
Thank you, my beloved knight, for being the rock upon which I lean, the source of strength that sustains me. As I depart from this realm, know that I carry you with me, etched upon the very fabric of my soul.
Forever and always,
your devoted princess
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TO MY ELDEST, PHILIP DMITRY-FREDERICK
SpoilerMy Dearest Son,
As the first light of dawn paints the sky with hues of gold, I write to you, my cherished firstborn, with a heart overflowing with love and unwavering pride. You, my son, hold within you the essence of our lineage—the strength, determination, and responsibility that have coursed through our veins for generations.
Just as I, your mother, stood as the firstborn daughter of a noble king, so too do you bear the weight of being the first of your generation. Within your being resides the legacy of our family—a legacy that carries with it a profound responsibility.
From the moment you took your first breath, destiny's gaze fixed upon you, marking you as the torchbearer of our bloodline. With this mantle comes great privilege, but also great duty. As the firstborn, you are called upon to be a beacon of honor, wisdom, and leadership—an embodiment of the values and traditions that have shaped our lineage.
Know, my son, that this responsibility is not burdensome, but a sacred trust bestowed upon you. It is an opportunity to leave an indelible mark upon the tapestry of our family's history—a mark that speaks of unwavering courage, resilience, and compassion. Embrace this responsibility with steadfast determination, for within it lies the power to inspire and uplift others.
I have witnessed within you a strength that mirrors my own—a tenacity that refuses to yield to adversity and a spirit that soars unencumbered by doubt. Nurture these qualities, my son, for they will guide you on the path to greatness. Embrace the lessons I have imparted and seek wisdom from the experiences that life presents to you. With each challenge you overcome, you will emerge stronger and more prepared to fulfill your destiny.
Remember, my beloved firstborn, that the legacy we pass down is not merely a name or title. It is a legacy of integrity, honor, and the unwavering pursuit of truth. Let these principles guide your every decision, and in doing so, you will honor the sacrifices of those who came before us.
As I embark on the final chapter of my journey, I do so with the utmost faith in you, my son. Embrace the responsibility bestowed upon you, for it is a mantle woven with the threads of courage and honor. Carry our legacy with pride, and let your actions be a testament to the strength of our bloodline. I leave to you the hereditary County of Mardon, a title wielded by Kings—be certain to hold it dear and honor it.
Know that my love for you knows no bounds, and my spirit will forever be by your side, guiding and protecting you. Embrace your role as the firstborn, my son, and seize the opportunities that lie before you. The future awaits, and within you resides the power to shape it.
With all my love,
Your Mother
TO MY DAUGHTER, PAULINE-MATILDA FREDERICKA @GrowingIvy
SpoilerMy Beloved Pauline-Matilda Fredericka,
In the depths of my heart, a love for you burns unwaveringly, despite the distance that has divided us. As your namesake, you carry within you a piece of my soul, a connection that transcends the physical realm.
Though our paths have diverged, know that my love for you remains steadfast and unyielding. From afar, I have watched you grow into a remarkable woman, a reflection of the strength and resilience that runs through our veins.
May your journey be filled with grace and wisdom, my dear daughter. Embrace the world with a courageous heart, and know that you are never alone. Draw strength from the love that flows between us, and let it guide you on the path of your own unique destiny.
Forever bound by love,
Your Mother
TO MY YOUNGEST, PETER NICHOLAS-FREDERICK @MRCHENN
SpoilerMy Dearest Peter Nicholas Frederick,
As I pen these words to you, my courageous and adventurous child, memories of a bygone era flood my mind—a time when the world was filled with boundless possibilities and the spirit of adventure echoed through our hearts. It is you, my youngest, who embodies the essence of that indomitable spirit, evoking memories of a beloved brother who departed this world on the day of the Astercalian finale.
In you, I see a reflection of his daring soul—the fire that burned bright within him, igniting the world around him with its fierce radiance. Your unwavering bravery and insatiable thirst for exploration serve as a reminder of the boundless potential that resides within you.
As you venture forth into the vast unknown, my dear child, I implore you to retain that same spirit—the spirit that drove your uncle and continues to drive you. Embrace every opportunity that beckons, for it is through the pursuit of your dreams that you will truly come alive. Let not the shadows of fear or doubt dim the flame that dances within your heart. Embrace each challenge as an invitation to grow, to discover the depths of your own strength and resilience.
Know, my beloved Peter, that as you tread the uncharted paths, you carry with you the legacy of your uncle and the indelible mark of our family's spirit. You are a torchbearer of that unwavering determination and audacious spirit that refuses to be bound by convention. The world awaits your brilliance, yearning for the light that only you can bring.
Remember, my courageous child, that true bravery does not lie in the absence of fear, but in the ability to face it head-on. Trust in your instincts, for they are the compass that will guide you through life's twists and turns. And in the face of adversity, let your heart be your anchor—a wellspring of compassion and empathy that will illuminate the darkest of paths.
As you embark on your grand adventures, know that my love and support go with you, coursing through your veins like a steady heartbeat. No matter where your journey takes you, you will forever carry a piece of my soul within you.
May your path be strewn with wonders and triumphs, my brave Peter. Let the world bear witness to the extraordinary soul that resides within you. Embrace life's challenges with unwavering resolve, and never lose sight of the vibrant spirit that binds us as a family.
With all my love,
Your Ever-Proud Mother
TO HER SERENE GRACE THE ARCHDUCHESS OF PETRA, @tilly
SpoilerMy Dearest Renilde,
As I pen these words to you, my cherished goddaughter, my heart swells with immense pride and admiration for the remarkable woman you have become.
In your capable hands, Petra has flourished, becoming a beacon of light and a testament to the enduring values of democracy and knightly virtues. Your unwavering dedication and resolute spirit have propelled its growth, transforming it into a realm where justice, honor, and unity prevail.
I cannot express the depth of my gratitude for your unwavering commitment to upholding the principles that Petra was founded upon. Through your leadership, the land has continued to thrive, remaining true to its noble purpose of fostering democracy and nurturing the knightly spirit.
As your godmother, I have watched you navigate the challenges with grace and resilience, always keeping the vision of a just and honorable society at the forefront of your endeavors. Your unwavering determination to lead with compassion and fairness has made you a true exemplar of the ideals that Petra represents.
Know that my heart overflows with joy and pride as I witness the indelible mark you are leaving upon the tapestry of our shared legacy. Your spirit, Renilde, carries the echoes of my own determination and the echoes of our familial bond.
As Petra continues to grow and evolve under your stewardship, my dear goddaughter, I urge you to never lose sight of the profound responsibility that rests upon your shoulders. Embrace each challenge as an opportunity for growth, and let the virtues of justice, unity, and knightly valor guide your every decision.
May you continue to shine as a paragon of leadership, a living embodiment of the ideals we hold dear. The future of Petra rests in your hands, and I have every confidence that you will guide it toward even greater heights.
With endless love and admiration,
Your Ever-devoted Godmother
TO RICHARD LEONUS OF NOVELLEN @Optimus420
SpoilerTo Richard Leonus,
A love as vast as the starlit sky resides in my heart for you, my beloved nephew. From the moment fate placed you in my care, I embraced the solemn duty of nurturing and guiding you in the shadows, away from prying eyes.
As you grew under my watchful gaze, I marveled at the strength and resilience that blossomed within you. Your spirit, akin to a soaring falcon, was unyielding, refusing to be confined by the chains of circumstance. Through the years, I watched you transform into a prince—a true heir to your lineage, filled with noble virtues and a heart ablaze with determination.
Though the world remained unaware of our connection, the bond between us, unspoken yet unbreakable, has thrived in the secret recesses of our hearts. In the solitude of our shared moments, I imparted wisdom and bestowed upon you the lessons I had learned through a lifetime of triumphs and tribulations.
As you step into the light, my dear Richard, embrace the destiny that awaits you with courage and fortitude. Let the lessons you have learned under my tutelage guide your path, for within you lies the strength to surmount any challenge that may come your way.
Remember, my beloved nephew, that your true worth resides not in titles or accolades, but in the content of your character and the noble values you embody. Embrace the responsibilities that come with your birthright and let the flame of honor and justice burn brightly within you.
Though we must part ways in the realm of shadows, know that my love for you remains unwavering. I will forever stand as a silent guardian, watching over you from afar, guiding and protecting you with an invisible hand.
May your journey be filled with triumphs, my dear Richard. Let your spirit soar and your heart be your compass. Embrace the challenges that lie ahead, for they will shape you into the noble leader you are destined to become.
With unending love and pride,
Your Devoted Aunt
TO FRANCESCA AND VIVIENNE OF NOVELLEN @ncarr @RaindropsKeepFalling
SpoilerMy Dearest Francesca and Vivienne,
As the winds of time carry my words to you, my beloved sisters, my heart yearns for the closeness we once shared. Though life's path has led us on separate journeys, know that the bond of sisterhood, forged in the fires of our shared history, remains unbreakable.
Rene, my courageous and esteemed sister, who ascended to the esteemed rank of a dame, your achievements have filled my heart with immense pride. Through your unwavering dedication and strength of character, you have carved a path of honor and distinction. May your noble endeavors continue to inspire those around you, and may the flame of your righteous spirit burn brightly.
Ada, my dear sister who found love within the noble House of Ruthern, I rejoice in the happiness you have discovered. May your union be filled with love, prosperity, and the unwavering support that you so deserve. Remember, my dear sister, that the ties that bind us transcend the boundaries of distance and time. My love for you remains steadfast, regardless of the miles that separate us.
Though our lives may have grown distant, my dear sisters, know that you are forever etched upon the tapestry of my heart. The memories we forged together, the laughter we shared, and the tears we wiped away in times of sorrow—these moments shall forever be cherished.
As life unfolds its myriad of experiences before us, I pray that you have not forgotten the love that binds us, the unbreakable thread that weaves through our shared past. Let it be a beacon of solace and strength in moments of doubt and a reminder of the unyielding support that resides within our familial bond.
May life's blessings be abundant for both of you, my dear sisters. May you find joy, fulfillment, and purpose in the paths you have chosen. And may the love we have for one another transcend the boundaries of time and space, forever connecting us in spirit.
With an enduring love that knows no bounds,
Your Ever-Loving Sister
(HRH to RIP 💀)
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MC Name:
Axeluu
Character's Name:
"Mary"
Character's Age:
60
Character's Race:
Human
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Naztherak
Teacher's MC Name:
Unwillingly
Teacher's RP Name:
Castiel
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
No
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
Yes
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?
Yes
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The first Emissary of Jacobian Aaun, The Marchioness of Haute-Epine, brushed at the parchment with her index finger, an enthusiastic grin lining her face. "Finally, something to do, now that my children are nearly all grown! What an honor this is... I hope to do His Majesty's administration proud."
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The youngest daughter of King James, Augusta Charlotte, waded at the foremost hall within their homestead in Florentine, her garments as black as coal. In her arms, this princess - no older than ten - had always perceived her grandfather as a figure to be revered - a spectre of a man with an August path and righteous mission. As the days endured beyond His Majesty's passing, and the remnants of King Charles's reign were succeeded by the banners of King James, Augusta had judiciously spied upon her father rehearsing his Kingly vows, resounding promises to his people and lands spilling from his mouth. At this moment, she knew that her father, James Leopold, would shortly assume the responsibilities of her grandfather, and duly did she pray for his success and endurance.
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An aging Orenian princess concedes that the lands of man can no longer be governed by man, for man is far too tempestuous and greedy to rule himself. 'Behold,' she thinks, 'now is the time of the Halflings. Long live Hollybrook!'.
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Marguerite, one of the named de Lewes siblings, fiddled with her reddened garments. "What a marvelous missive this is - a true and accurate depiction of Aaunic culture, and Virdainite pride," She cooed, fluttering a hand dismissively overhead as she noted her eldest son, Louis-Olivier's, scrutinizing stare. "And non, non, mon coere, I do not say this because my fashion sense is being lauded herein," concluded that young Marchioness of Haute-Epine as she pinned Queen Eleanor's study upon her wall, adjacent to her mirror. .
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The Marquise of Haute-Epine, Marguerite de Lewes, reveled with pride for her brother's enfeofment to the ancient Barony of Virdain. "At long last, you, too, have joined your younger sisters in noble status," She quipped to Fernand, cupping his cheek. "La couronne nous a bénis avec sa touche d'or."
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within the intersection of savoy and renatus, located moreso towards savoy and close to haense
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Marguerite, Marquise de Haute-Epine arranged for the bridal party of her dear friend, The Princess Anna of Aaun. This young noble would ascertain that the blushing bride might be doused in perfumery, frankincense, and a plethora of gifts befitting one of her status. "Ma coere, at long last! You and I will both be married ladies... Do think of the revelries!" Marguerite, in all of her simple and frivolous splendor, exclaimed, toying with the coiffure of her Johannian confidante.
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What do you value most in your friendships, experiences, and challenges on LOTC?
Love you, lil bro <31
A GILDED RETURN
in The Kingdom of Aaun
Posted
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