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Charlie Alstion stood on a hill, glancing at the fight from a distance - his head was full of dreams of becoming a knight one day. Despite the fact that he was not able to fight, due to his age, the Prince stood proudly with his bagpipes at hand and played for those who went to Stassion to avenge Edmund II and other Martyrs who fell in the attempted coup of 1952.

The Lord of Alba, Charles Alstion, stood watching the Rangers of Merryweather prepare for the fight. He saw them all, and as the banners with the Bloody Raven of Merryweather and the White Rose of Alba fluttered in the wind he started playing his bagpipes...

The young Lord of Alba, Charles Alstion, stood on the walls of Whitespire and gazed westwards to the Marchlands, once part of his homeland "God chose his victors. Prepare the banners, bring my bagpipes. I cannot fight but I will surely play for you, my fellow Aaunites, when you go to battle." The Prince of Aaun said with a smile as he glanced to his left and right at those who stood with him

Charles Alstion nodded as the decision was made. The Lord of Alba had to return to his passion of playing the bagpipes.

Charlie blinked as he read the invitation before rushing downstairs to let Josephine know of the news! @Myochii

"THE LORD IS OUR SHIELD, KING JOHN IS OUR SWORD!"

Charles Alstion proclaimed as he stood surrounded by his fellow Aaunites 

Charlie Alstion smiled as his royal father became the absolute monarch of Aaun. The boy rushed to the chapel to pray for his good health!

WHEN KING JOHN COMES HOME IN PEACE AGAIN

The song of the Alstion Loyalists

Written by Lodewijk van Hoorn, in the year 1958

WITH DEDICATION TO OUR KING

John Alexander Alstion, King of Aaun, Prince of Alstion, Duke of Corazon and Balemena, Count of Enswerp, Florentine and Whitespire, Protector of the Realm.

What seer can prognosticate

or speak of our Kingdom’s present state?

I think myself to be as wise

as those who look now from the skies

My skill goes beyond the depths of the pond

or river in the greatest rain,

by which I can tell that all things will be well

when King John comes home in peace again.

There is no astrologer then, say I,

who can search more deep in this than I,

to give you a reason from the stars

what causeth peace or civil wars;

the Veletz buffoon may wear out his shoon

while running through the Aaunic lands

but all to no end, for the times they will mend,

when King John comes home in peace again.

Though for a time you may see Whitespire

with cobwebs hanging over the wall,

instead of silk and silver brave, 

as formerly it used to have;

 and in every room the sweet perfume, 

delightful for that princely train;

the which you shall see,

 when the time it shall be,

when King John comes home in peace again.

For sixty years this royal crown

hath been of Alstions and of Aaun

and is there anyone but he

that in the same should sharer be?

For who better may the sceptre sway

than he that hath such right to reign?

Then let’s hope for a peace,

for the wars will not cease

till King John comes home in peace again.

Till then upon the Lemon Hill,

my hope shall cast her anchor still,

until I see some peaceful dove

bring home the branch which I do love.

Still will I wait till the waters abate,

which most disturb my troubled brain;

for I’ll never rejoice till I hear the voice,

that King John enjoys the peace again.

TANDEM TRIUMPHANS.

Charlie Alstion, a pious, young Crown Prince of Aaun sat in his chamber praying. He often did that. The Lord of Alba prayed for the health of his fellow Aaunites, for the health of his Royal Household and most importantly for the peace among the canonist realms - eternal one.

"Our legacy is secured, friend."

Heinrich II Lothar said proudly and patted George on the shoulder in the Seven Skies

@Pork

The young Alstion prince, Charlie, rested his chin on his palms while looking out of the window towards Langkette. The boy wondered how high the peaks really are in High-Peak.

"It looks like we are all going to die a martyr's or hero's death, Ferdinand".

Heinrich II Lothar, the late Prince of Merryweather, said to his cousin as he entered the Seven Skies

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On one of the balconies of the Royal Palace in Whitespire, sat a little boy. The young Charlie Alstion grasped little of the world around him and had other time-consuming activities - drawing, eating, sleeping, learning. He didn't care about fighting, he didn't care about the war, he was an ordinary boy. However when he spotted the returning soldiers - tired, dirty, bloodied and with no song on their lips - something broke inside him. 

"The bitterness of defeat..."

The Lord of Alba furrowed his brows and shut his eyes as he spoke. He did not tell the maids around or his mother upstairs about the true pain inside him. He faced it alone, praying for a future success of his royal father.

"We will understand in 2024"

Father Janusz glanced at the texts of the songs and said after a moment of thought

"I love democracy, especially if an illiterate merchant can win elections."

The High Commissioner, Aleksander Jazlowiecki, said as he scratched his head 

The High Commissioner signed the document to support the project!

"The Dragon will behead the Bull. GOD will see to it. 

For Heirnich, for Edmund, for Walter and for Leopold."

Aleksander Jazlowiecki said as he walked out of the ruins of Fort Breakwater, the mighty keep was conquered. The Lechian soldier then glanced at his comrades by the fireplace, the same men he fought with against the Veletzians. On that day, they were the victors, but their fight was far from over.

King John’s Privy Council begs him to find a wife, circa 1953

It is the greatest pleasure of the Royal House of Alstion to announce the betrothal of His Royal Majesty, John I, and the good Lady Amelia Rose of Middelan. Amelia had served as the Mistress of the Robes to King Edmund II for the greater part of a decade, and has always been known to be a pious Canonist. Having worked closely together from the beginning of his reign, the proposal was given on the Seventeenth of Owyn’s Light, 1953 as witnessed by Her Royal Highness, Adeline Johanna.

SCHEDULE

THE CEREMONY

To begin in the Chapel of Our Lady of Paradisus, and to be presided over by the Bishop Gelimar three hours past sunrise this next Saint’s Day.

[2 EST Dec. 2]

PERSONAL PETITIONS AND BANQUET

Afterwards, His Royal Majesty and his Privy will host a small banquet while hearing out the petitioners of the realm of Aaun, as well as those that wish general counsel.

INVITATIONS

THE ROYAL HOUSE OF ALSTION

HRH the Princess Royal, Adeline Johanna

HRH the Princess, Mary Cecilia

HRH the Princess, Augusta Charlotte

HRM the Queen Mother, Edith of Reinmar

HRH the Viscountess of Valence, Adela of High Peak

Lord Edmund Amadeus

Lady Sophia James

THE PEERAGE OF AAUN

THE HOUSE BARCLAY OF MINITZ and their sworn vassals of FERNWEH, LANGENKIRCH and all the HERZOGRAT and HERRENHAUS

THE HOUSE VON ALSTREIM OF MERRYWEATHER and their sworn vassals of BODBWODZ, TRIGLAV and WARSOVIA

THE HOUSE DE JOANNES OF SEDAN

THE HOUSE IVANOVICH OF STYRIA and their sworn vassals

THE HOUSE DE ROSIUS OF HAUTE-EPINE and their sworn vassals of L’ARBRE D’OR

THE HOUSE VON REUSS OF VELEN and their sworn vassals of ARENTANIA

THE HOUSE HAVERLOCK OF GOTFRIDCHER

THE HOUSE VAROCHE OF NAPOLIZA

THE HOUSE DE LEWES OF VIRDAIN

DAIMYO FUMETSU AND MEMBERS OF CLAN RENSHIN

INDIVIDUAL INVITATIONS

John Auguste of the House d’Arkent

His Excellency, Mithius Dalma

Her Excellency, Marlene von Reuss

Lord Markus van Aert

Lady Klara Miray Kovachev

Merchants Boon & Bane

REALM INVITATIONS

All those good Canonists that protected Our realm from insurgency in its time of weakness

The General Citizenry of the United Kingdom of Aaun.

LETTER FROM AMELIA TO HER FAMILY

To Uncle Gaspard, Aunt Saskia, Papa, and my dearest brother Gustaf;

I apologize that you are to be told this way of my marriage. This war, this conflict has so ripped asunder the realms of Man - and so too has it made great injury upon my heart. It was you, Uncle Gaspard, Papa, that taught me to see the rightness of peace and justice and mediation. I had thought, once, that such a thing, that a lasting sort of peace, might be forged via a war against heathens and heretics and anathema. I had not thought that we would be that enemy.

Though you are now anathema, and I can neither invite you to the wedding nor offer you shelter; I hope that someday soon we may meet once more, together under the LORD’s light. 

Repent, please, and His Holiness, and the Mother Church, might still forgive. Until then, I cannot support such violence inflicted upon the Canonist flock.

GOD Guides,

Amelya

His Royal Majesty, JOHN ALEXANDER, by the Grace of GOD, King of Aaun, Prince of Alstion, Duke of Corazon and Balemena, Count of Enswerp and Florentine, Protector of the Realm

Aleksander Jazlowiecki patted working Johannes on the shoulder "Good job cousin!" He said with a smile

"TANDEM TRIUMPHANS!"

Aleksander Jazlowiecki exclaimed, polishing his sword
 

Aleksander prepares his office, ready to serve his Aaunic homeland

Aleksander just finished trimming the evergreen when Boon invited him to take part in the first annual MERRYWEATHER MERRY SWAP

Aleksander patted Boon on the shoulder and said quietly "Here Boonlad, eat some more blood pie..."
@Myochii

Aleksander scratched his head "An interesting read to say the least. Shame there was no mention of uncle Boon who lost an arm."