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Penned by, His Serene Highness, the Archduke of Alba Anno Domini, 14th of Sun’s Smile, 264 S.A. Disseminated among all the Vassals and Lords of Man. his contract herein, upon careful consideration, that the expansion of the Alstion dynasty commence forthwith. Blessed be the fruit that will be borne by Our niece, the daughter of the late John Godwin Alstion, and doth does the Lord’s will be enacted. I | BEARING THE UNITY OF THE TWO CONSTITUENTS As is the power invested in Us as Patriarch-Dynast of the Johannians, Her Ladyship, the noble Anne Margery of the House of Alstion, will be wed by contract to the Lord Ghislain of the House of Ashford de Anjou, Baron of Cleves. To the groom, doth We bequeath, the full status and estate of gentility under Our archducal coronet, and all rights afforded to him as befitting his station. II | ON THE DOWRY OF THE BRIDE Per the sanctions of her marriage, a sum of twenty Golden Stags, or 500 mina, doth be deposited into the Baron de Anjou’s coffers within Gramercy Hall, upon condition that the newly wedded produce a legitimate child. As well, will the court of Glasgon commission its fine weavers to procure a tapestry in the likeness of the bride, the sumptuary strictures be waived in celebration and no expense be spared on its budget. III | OF THE LADY’S SUCCESSION When a legitimate child be produced from the union, it doth be at Our discretion, by the Archducal stamp and by Our representatives, on who shall inherit the lands held by the Baron and his wife. In the case of no living heirs stand before the court upon the death of both of the wedded, shall the lands return to the Crown and directly underneath Our demesne.

Anne Margery Alstion was walking through the corridor of the Great Chamber, only ever did she look through the light that cleansed the halls through the grates of the tall windows. Little did dreams flash through her mind again, imagining herself on a great armored steed standing upon the Blackclyffes waving the flag of Alstion; if only...

Anne Margery Alstion’s gaze perpetually looked forward at the premise of her name being on the list, only had this particular parchment been in hiding between a ledger used for the Castle Glasgon. “That was… quite a nice thing from him; Susanna aswell…” She mused from her person, despite being in the comfort of the Great Chamber unaccompanied. Nevertheless, Anne called for the chamber maid Casilde who had been doing her routine cleaning “Casilde, please draft a letter of thanks for these newly weds and accompany me later to look at the catalogues to have a gift prepared.”

Anne Margery Alstion was quick to look over her handiwork, readying the tiltyard that hasn’t been much in use for quite a while. All she wished was to be happy for the Lady Mayor, although the girl’s mind was troubled as of late. Nevertheless, she knocked upon the chamber doors of the Archduchess to give her first word of the letter “Jane, she’s ought to be married finally. Please find some time in your busy schedule to make time for this..”

As weird as it seems cus ofc this stuff is realistic, I can see WHY the rule has to be implemented cus no matter no much we separate ooc and rp, some guys are gonna live vicariously through their belgian congo/gay stake-burning rp fantasies and trust, people are not that dumb to not see right through that kind of stuff.

I have never thought somebody has actually watched But I'm a Cheerleader but.... This just sits on my soul every day

Kzenia Sarkozic, after hearing of the news beforehand, finally saw the official missive already on her departure from Velec, taking a moment to bow and sign the lorraine despite stopping within the middle of a road. "Godanistan." was all she said for her prayer, knowing the situation would only get worse from here.

Penned by the Duchess Austina & Kzenia Sarkozic C. 1909 After many years of the children of Aaun freely wandering the nation, Kzenia Sarkozic, the daughter of the Duke of Adria, has seen it fit to align all the children's schedules in one grandiose affair. With permission from Queen Eleanor, the Castle Ardor will open its doors to all the children of Aaun, Balian, and Petra for an eve of wondrous tricks and delicious treats. The guardians of the children are free to attend to chaperone for their children. There will be food provided for parents as well. While chaperones are not expected, they are welcomed. SCHEDULE Banquet - 4:00 PM EST All the children and parents will meet inside the banquet hall, where they will all be served desserts and confectioneries of all kinds, provided by the Duchess Austina’s wards, while they converse with their other fellow partygoers. Activities - 4:30 PM EST The children and chaperones will then be allowed to move to the ballroom which will be transformed into a whimsical forest. In the ballroom, various activities will be set that one could participate in. A table will be set with various materials for all the young ladies to make their own makeshift dolls and all the young gentlemen to craft their own slingshots. Tag - 5:00 PM EST A game of tag will be played throughout the city. Every child will hide while the ‘tagger’ counts for a minute until they go through the city and tag anybody they can until 10 minutes has passed by. A prize will be given to the remaining people that managed to not get tagged. SIGNED, Her Grace, Austina of Aldersberg, Baroness of Aldersberg, Duchess Consort of Adria, Countess Consort of Veletzia Her Ladyship, Kzenia Adriata Sarkozic

Laurene, after having taken a break from playing cards within the Parlour of Aster Hall, stares out into nothing at the thought of all her children that have been lost to her. Quite morbidly, her shoulders slightly shrug after reading this "Whatever.. this won't bring them back."

Laurene sits on standby at the Palace Courtyard, awaiting the family's return to the palace "They do not know how much they have been missed, and what they have come back to..."

the little Annalisa gawks with dazed eyes of dark cerulean, blinking only at momental intervals as she observes the baby with silence. ". . ."

A sudden nostalgia enters into the mind of Lady Laurène, an evocative feeling overwhelming her already damaged psyche. A quiet day looms over her chambers in Susa, not altogether an eventful moment yet unsure of what to think of what she had read. Her hands reach for her daughter, the little Ofelia content with herself as she writes upon the family table. "Remember your predecessors, belle fille. NEVER let the actions of others stop your ambition!” She says to her as the woman's wrinkled hands cast the parchment with the likeness of 'Madame Marie' right onto the table with heavy force to accentuate her statement. “Apply your resolve and fortitude to everything you do, I will not stand for it if not!” A certain silence befell onto her, quite peculiar considering the ferocity that was with her just moments ago. It was as if yesterday she was escaping the now defunct Luciensburg with the faces of the Countess Renzfeld and the now former Lady-Governor greeting her new life, the petite-savoie unsure of her worth or self-respect at the time. “It was you who made me into the Lady of the present age…” She meant in all sincerity of her statement as she rids her mind of the 'Lady-Governor' and fills the void within of the 'Lady of Cassia Hall'. @sunflowerist

Lauréne Henriette Basrid ponders upon the nature itself of Canonism, not quite sure as the woman herself did not have any firsthand experiences of pursuing a devout lifestyle. Ultimately, she thinks of the girls that came after her and their wishes to contribute in a more meaningful way to Holy Mother Church “I suppose it would not do any harm if women were extolled for their virtues, so it would do well for those who do not agree remember where they came from!”

Laurene Henriette Basrid parts a grin between her wrinkled lips, the source of said grin existing from a mischievous undertone. A constant smog permeates around the woman and the cushion she sits upon, her papers laying upon her legs “GOD bless these girls with luck, they are going to wish for every drop of it at the presentations!”

Laurène Henriette Basrid looks upon the letter with much trepidation of the real cause of death, her brown eyes glaring brighter as her mind wanders off into grey areas of what could have been without her untimely departure. Her hands follow Maisie's as she grabs the flask of alcohol “The buggers are taking them! I need to put an end to this before people continue to die by their miniscule hands!” @zuziee