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Unmindful and too young to comprehend the intricacies of infidelity, Mariel's view had been much different. Somewhere in a quaint home, she scampered through the halls as she heard her mother's arrival. A toothy smile played at her lips, reaching forth for a mother she dotted so greatly.

· ꕥ · THE POLTROON. "Surely the poor Lady Kaphro is beside herself with grief, for it seems Lady Milena has taken to his affections." The lady herself, in a quiet forenoon, had already embarked in her abrupt journey. She held the missives in hand, displeased by such writings of her. The clacking of hooves from the horses that pulled her carriage had been drowned by a replay of her day prior. Regretful, she sat silently whilst setting the papers aside. Fingers twiddled with one another, Victoria reminiscing of her childhood with the young Baron. The sky seemed duller today. "Will you take this with you for me," Robert began, reaching for the woman's neck as he fastened a pendant for her. "So that when you find yourself weary, and longing for home again..You can look upon that necklace and remember me. And all the good times we shared..." Such words made her stare deeply to him, a long moment of hesitation following after. She sought to profess her feelings for him. Even a simple, improper kiss would have sufficed for her. Yet, she remained frozen. "Who is to say I would forget such memories with you? How could I ever forget..." In a rush of emotion, arms opted to embosom him tightly into an embrace - one where she felt herself melt from him. "How could I ever forget you, Robert?"

"Mayhaps such accusations of my desire to watch Elvenesse burn were true," mused an elfess, scoffing some as she stood before an imposing painting. Its likeness displayed a beguiling dragonkin, endowed with flaxen coiffure — grasping a younger Eveth.

A courier imparts the missive to the eldest scion of Kaphro, avidity blossoming from her verdant eyes. She clutched such with a new sense of inspiration — recalling a Savoy's words in a quiet, pleasant midday. Victoria promptly retrieved a parchment and quill, penning a letter of interest to Lady Milena Carrion.

what's a funny rp moment you've had and any achievements you're proud of in lotc ? : ) - with love, ven xo

Victoria, while timid in nature, musters some tenacity as she dare faces an anticipated herd of party goers. Determined to laud her cousin's soiree, she readies herself in an effort to begin overcoming her sheepish behavior.

stuff like this . . ?? ? I dunno, I just have this for my elf and Mariel haha

Amidst an astir morning, Victoria Clementine managed a weak smile to the courier yielding her her family's invitation. Imparting such rousing news, she continues elsewhere in her room — mulling over frivolous things to divert her brooding mind.

· ꕥ · THE RACONTEUR. The spring days were spent in the garden, Jahan and Victoria. He told his diverting tales whilst the bright sun shone, blue skies sung of the summer to come; there were the days of cloud-filtered rays, the ones that made the world so cozy for such an artless child. There were the days that began to rain, and the dancing flames illuminated on the elder Rhenyari and his young scion. Echoes of his theatrical voice rang from the room as the child gawked at him with her large, verdant eyes. A large, toothy grin beset on her baby face. Loss comes unexpectedly, and grief comes as a road of shards. The dawn arose, a light brave enough to cascade over the horizon. A cold palm trailed along the window, overlooking the courtyard of Trissingham. Her night gown skittered along as she descended to the main hall, a befuddled look on her face as she met eyes with a tousled courier. The man appeared hasty, a gloved hand promptly proffering the letter to her. It was the early forenoon, yet she obliged to grasp the parchment sluggishly. With the courier’s eyes heavy on her, a frown settled on his face as she watched her read. The Kaphro’s residence remained eerily silent from its usual bustling of shuffling feet. There was a sorrow present now at the realization. It was for the grandfather she loved. A man she revered, one who taught her when her negligent mother seemingly vanished. He was the few she shared a comfort with. Yet, no tears flowed from her eyes. Instead, tristful reminiscing from she — memories of her adolescence swept through her mind. Days where he’d tell her of his stories, lessons taught by the aging man, and brief words of wisdom for the lady. Voiceless now, the courier decides to depart, leaving the eldest child of the household alone. Victoria continued alone on a window nook now, seated in her lonesome. Now, she sought for the comforting embrace of her sire who she presumed remained in slumber. Her gown glided across the staircase once more, faced with the looming door of his bedchamber. The fire. It exudes the odor of burning juniper, the sweetest fragrance on the face of the world. We remember its firelit glow, of a great hearth’s gleam and glare.

RP Name: Eleanor V. d'Arkent MC Name: venclair Voted: yes

Eleanor of Sunholdt, who had been thoroughly amusement at the dispute, signed the petition once she come across it.

@Lockages Grasping at the pamphlet, Victoria Clementine's brows piqued to contents to such gossipry. The astonishment waved on quietly, until she paraded through the halls of her residence to seek a particular elven confidant. Muttering about whilst she mulled as she always did, her soft footfalls paused upon catching sight of Ruben. "Ru-Ru," the maiden sought to tug at him as she displayed the issue, "S-Such a...a c-crude thing, do you not...not agree?"

Quiet days were feathers without hurry, moving lavishly in the air as the winter time passed in its somber majesty; having brought skies of richly marbled grays and trees so striking in their bare beauty. Those cold days for calmness and reflection are waning and a new day arises. Through the windows of Trissingham streams light, new-gold flowing in at the birth of each day. Days swept along and yet no sight of the young Helvetii boy. A friend amidst the blossoming gardens of The Augustine awaits, promenading mindlessly — pacing even, as she longs to see her friend once more. There was a strike of pity towards the tristful heir, uneasiness plaguing her mind. Victoria's stride paused then, standing at the very spot where the two had met in their younger years. Wistfulness overcame her features, mulling over the whereabouts of Robert Foltest.

proud of my boy

Prioress Johanna, with a still expression, signed the Lorraine whilst uttering faintly, "May the pious be shepherded a pace further into the kingdom of GOD."

while I don't know you quite well and we don't talk often, I enjoyed hangin out wit you in vc and I'm glad you've removed yourself from the shackles that is LOTC : ) had fun makin yo skin too I hope wherever life leads you, you're content n happy man o7 good luck ! ♡

Victoria Clementine sat in an armchair near the most sunny window, a quiet day idled away — the song was a gentle hum from the girl, and the rhythmic noises of the birds. In her bouts of pottering, she basked at the treatise her cousin had written, briskly grinning the faintest of grins at such. She sought to find the boy, readying herself to laud him with her dreaded stuttering.

Such news of her grandmother's passing came unexpectedly for the young Rhenyari, her face and hands stained from the slew of paint she worked with. Victoria Clementine stood still for a long while, silence looming the girl as she craned her neck back at the canvas. Dispirited, she felt robbed of the opportunity to paint her grandmother with her improving artistic capability. However, a much more dour realization had dawned to her — Her father. Lacking a mother was a concept she very well knew, and dreaded for her sire.

A lonesome elfess caught wind of such news, deep sorrow coursing within her. Eveth sat in a field of thick spring grass, tufting and waving as the ocean may on some sunny windswept day. She watched the green hues as it deepens and lightens in the sun-rays, the land itself steeply inclined. A quiet, serene morning, yet she felt only anguish. From her lips, she uttered a small prayer to her beloved mother. Deep within the Augustine, a pallorous woman remained isolated within her bedchambers. The passing of the Duchess remained unbeknownst to her, though she remained simply scornful.

Victoria Clementine read through the fable once more, grinning toothily at her own piece of work. The child had spent that day taking a gander in the city, peering skywards for a crow to study. Her observations were made from a murder of crows covering the winter trees like deformed leaves of darkest ink, fidgeting and puffing out their wings whilst they watched the streets.

A young Rhenyar let out a sneeze, sniffling thereafter as she rubbed at her frosty nose. Teetering from side to side, she eyed a servant while they brewed a cup of sugary, hot cocoa for her. It was amidst that that Victoria had noticed the sled she had forgotten to return to her cousin!

RP Name: Eleanor d'Arkent MC Name: venclair Voted: Yes

Victoria Clementine, dwelling amidst a sea of tenacious blossoms of lilac and rose buds of the Augustine's gardens, broke away from a painting of her sire. A hand had reached to tap at her, a passing maidservant proffered the missive to the Rhenyari child. Though the prospect of an immense crowd briskly filled her with unease, she sought to find a particular friend to attend with. @Proddy

BREAKING the BREAD Once we are bound together to our brethren by a common good that is outside us, then we can breathe. Experience enlightens us that adoration is not to gaze at one another — but, to gaze in the same direction. There is no comradery except through unity on the same rope, clambering towards the same peak. For those who serve the Imperial State Army, it is a selfless act of valor. The brave men and women of the military should always be honored for their sacrifice, and their devotion to the empire. In their honor, it is the will of HIH Prince Peter, Count of Kaphro, to hold a luncheon on their own in gratitude of their selflessness for their empire. Those of the Imperial State Army are cordially invited, and nobility who wish to come are implored to serve our hardworking soldiers. BEST REGARDS, HIH Prince Peter, Count of Kaphro Lady Victoria Kaphro ♜ OOC: Sunday the 20th, 6 PM EST The Bastion