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Klara Elizaveta trembles as she holds her son, Andrei Sigismund close to her. She had left Jerovitz early, the heartache of her father's condition too much to bear. "It's too soon... too soon, Papej. Do niet leave us yet..." She whispered as tears fell.

Eleanora Amador née Baruch smiled softly at her lifelong friend, Petra, from her spot just a bit away before turning back toward the earthly plane. The man she had loved, and the man she had lost, stood there. Her husband could never replace the man upon the throne, nor could Sigismund occupy the place Isaak held in her heart. She had gone to the Seven Skies much earlier than those she grew with, the grief of her father's death pulling her with him, but now, as she looked down upon what was once her home, she felt happiness instead of the despair the end of her life had been plagued with. "Vy have done so wonderfully, Sigismund, so wonderfully." @sarahbarah @Pureimp10 (ooc: one of y'all don't play anymore, but I'm still gonna mention you :D)

Klara Elizaveta smiles down at her son after reading the missive. "Aedypapej Borris is getting married. We must be sure to support him."

A SON A hastily drawn portrait of Klara Elizaveta holding her newly born son. Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya and His Lordship, Jakob Dimitrey Morovar, are pleased to announce the birth of their son on this day, the 14th of Vzmey and Hyff, 424 Ehr Sigmunda. Surrounded by friends and family, with the help of the Surgeon General, the child was delivered safely, and both mother and son are well. The House of Morovar is pleased to introduce: His Lordship, Andrei Sigismund Morovar of Ghaestenwald A feast shall be held on the child’s first birthday within the Nikirala Prikaz, where all shall be welcome. The new family asks for privacy during the days after the birth. SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya His Lordship, Jakob Dimitrey Morovar [OOC: Feast to be held Sunday, May 15th, at 6 PM EST.]

Klara Elizaveta hadn't attended the feast, too long on her feet tired her these days. But when news did reach her, in the new manor she shared with her husband and his parents on Koenastriet, Klara wept for the sprightly young woman her aunt hadn't been in what seemed to be millenia.

"Ea see all mea effort to love her went unnoticed... Ea am niet surprised." Klara Elizaveta turned her gaze to her husband then, as he went about polishing his armor. A smile came to her face. "But Ea am the furthest from suffocated."

Klara Elizaveta smiles softly. "Oh Karl... how vy have grown."

Klara Elizaveta beams before turning to her husband with a soft, fond look. @NLThomas

ROYAL WEDDING OF 422 E.S. [i] A painting of the wedding to come. Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, Her Royal Highness, Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya and His Lordship, Jakob Dimitrey Morovar are pleased to announce their marriage, to take place in the Basilica of Saint Heinrik in Karosgrad, on the 10th day of Msitza and Dargund , 422 Ehr Sigmunda. The couple hereby invites their friends and family, as well as the people of Hanseti-Ruska and the dual kingdom’s allies, to their ceremony. A reception shall be held within the Nikirala Prikaz’s ballroom after the ceremony, for the guests to enjoy and give the couple their well wishes and enjoy the various foodstuffs, as well as partake in various games, such as Pin the Tail on the Palatine. Music and dancing shall be present, for those who would rather not play. Guards shall be stationed at the entrance and within the basilica, as well as within the ballroom to ensure the safety of all who attend, and all weapons must be left at the door by those attending, to be returned at the end of the event. INVITATIONS WOULD BE SENT TO: Formal Invitations His Royal Majesty, Ragnvald Ruric, King of Norland and his royal pedigree His Royal Majesty, Bakir Ireheart, Grand King of Urguan and his royal pedigree Her Serene Highness, Renata de Savoie, Princess of Savoy and her royal pedigree His Serene Highness, Vytrek Tundrak, Prince of Fenn and his royal pedigree His Serene Highness, Netseth Loa’chil, Prince of Nor’asath and his royal pedigree Her Serene Highness, Miven Caerme'onn, Matriarch of Nevaehlen and her royal pedigree His Grace, Johann Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree His Grace, Rhys var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Johann Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Filip Amador, Baron of Mondstadt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Viorel Luceafaru, Baron of Richtenburg and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Mikhail Mareno, Baron of Myrine and his noble pedigree Personal Invitations His Royal Majesty, Sigismund III, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his royal pedigree Her Serene Highness, Amicia Valerie, Princess-Consort of Sedan and her royal pedigree His Grace, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Nikolai Kortrevich, Viscount of Krusev and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Adele Ludovar, Baroness of Juliksburg His Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Ser August of the Ducal House of Barclay and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Sibylla Barclay of the Ducal House of Barclay Her Ladyship, Erika Barclay of the Ducal House of Barclay His Lordship, Borris Kortrevich of the Vicomital House of Kortrevich Citizens of the allied nations of Hanseti-Ruska, as well as citizens of the Dual Kingdom are most welcome. SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya His Lordship, Jakob Dimitrey Morovar [OOC: Monday, April 25th, 4:30 PM EST]

Klara Elizaveta reads over the missive, sighing with relief as her own engagement hadn't been mentioned.

Klara Elizaveta beams as she's handed a missive, carefully tucking it into the frame of her vanity's mirror. "Three. Three new babes to spoil." She promptly began making plans to go on a wild shopping spree for the newborns. Everything her dearest cousins, Nikolai and Sigmar, pampered her with would be repaid onto the triplets in full. And perhaps just an ounce more.

Klara Elizaveta sobs with relief, wrapping her arms about the man who was to become her husband @NLThomas. "Peace. We finally have peace."

Klara Elizaveta beams! "Adele is going to be mea coz in law!" She shrieks with joy.

Klara Elizaveta sat alone. The man she had protected, the man she had been faithful to, the man who betrayed her was dead. Thrice he had insulted her, and thrice more had her heart broken. She could've lived with such heartbreak, she could've continued to live a life where she loved him had he not left bruises on the ribs of one of her dearest friends. She could've lived a life where she loved him if he hadn't prayed for death to her brothers. In any other circumstance, she would've been glad to see him live. "Mercy is for those who do not trample upon those who give up everything, if only to see their loved ones safe." Klara did not mourn him, nor did she love him any longer.

Klara Elizaveta beamed.

Klara Elizaveta only murmured three words. "Krusae zwy Kongzem."

Klara Elizaveta promptly sent a box of pastries over to her cousin.

Klara Elizaveta slipped through the Nikirala Prikaz like a ghost, passing her parents' door with silent feet, having long since learned where the creaky floorboards were. Her own dreams, or nightmares rather, were rarely tamed with the tea gifted to her by a dear cousin. Climbing through the various stairwells, Klara crept onto a balcony as high as she could go to watch the moonlight stream across Karosgrad. Unaware of her father's dreams, she curled up on the floor, leaning her forehead against the banister. Her face and ribs were still bruised from battle, where a foot had met her middle and the pommel of a blade met her cheekbone, dazing her enough to allow her to be knocked unconscious. She was lucky. So many more weren't. In the quiet of the night, Klara allowed her thoughts to turn to grief before she once again put a smile on in the morning.

Klara Elizaveta shrugs lightly before burying herself under a veritable mountain of color schemes and flower arrangements.

Klara Elizaveta sighed as she read over the missive before inking her pen to write a response. 10TH of JOMA AND UMUND Iv Joveo Mann 419 EHR SIGMUNDA Issued from the desk of HRH, Klara Elizaveta Baron of Rostig, I bear you no ill will for actions taken during childhood, nor for insults given. Many would hold grudges for less, and many have. In the end, it is not my place to judge you for your actions, nor is it my place to seek restitution. I regard the actions of our youth as just that, the foolish mistakes of youth. I can assure you, I am no stranger to such mistakes, as I am sure you know. In this country, in this city, one's mistakes tend to define you despite apologies and attempted reconciliations. I commend you, Baron, for your willingness in making your wrongs known, and for your bravery in apologizing for them. There is nothing that I wish for that you could give me, and I lack nothing where jewelry is concerned, though should you still wish to gift me something, I shall not refuse, for I wish this gift to be a gift between newly kindled friends, instead of a gift of apology. May the impending closure of our war with the Anathema also bring to an end the war we have waged against our fellow Haeseni in the name of gossip and scandal. You have my respect. I hope that sentiment might be returned in the future. SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya

VICTORY For the beloved brothers and sisters in arms who fell at the Skirmish of Stone Tower, and for the victory of the faithful. The waves lap at bloodstained stone, And I listen quietly to muffled cries. The cries of the dying and the damned, The cries for mercy. No mercy shall come, For those that betray their faith find no refuge. They find that the silken whispers of Iblees, Mistaken for GODAN, most high, Turn to knives against them evermore. For where I stand beside the faithful, The broken, the beaten, the UNDEFEATED, I can only hear the sweet song of Godan’s aenguls, Guiding my noble brothers and sisters to heaven. For as darkness falls over bloodsoaked ground, And the eerie silence post-battle wanes, I see the glorious light shining upon tomorrow. And may sacrifice usher in a new age of light, A new age of peace and beauty. And as we travel into this new ‘morrow, May our resolve never falter and our faith never waver. Let the joyous cries of the pious and the good, Ring out through this new tomorrow. And let the fallen rest in blissful sleep, Knowing that they have been avenged, And remain unforgotten among the living. May they rest peacefully, bathed in eternal light, Forevermore knowing that we shall remember. SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya Klara Elizaveta finished her work with a flourish of her pen before climbing the ladder in her room at the Nikirala Prikaz to gaze out at the sky. “Are vy proud of us, Sigmar?”

Klara Elizaveta read over the edition of Hearsay before shrugging and pulling on her armor. "At least Yam niet being blamed for that Orenian bastard's impropriety."

Klara Elizaveta squints. "...He apologized to Sibby and Erika. That's all Ea care about. Though Ea wish he'd have spologized in person for insults said in person."

Klara Elizaveta sat within her chambers of the Nikirala Prikaz, creating bouquets, when she caught sight of the letter. "May Godan have mercy on vyr soul, John Aurelian Novellen, for Ea shall niet grant it to vy anymore."

Klara Elizaveta kneels before an altar, murmuring prayers for the upcoming battle.