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Eleanora Amador stared down at the carnage, silver tears falling from her eyes for the man she had once sworn to love always. A hand held the delicate string of pearls, gifted to her so long ago. "Vy have fought for so long, forgive me for niet being there to fight at vyr side."

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"It is time for the women in this country to be given the same rights a man has." Klara Elizaveta murmured.

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VE HAUCHMETVAS I AIN PRINZENAS [i] A portrait of Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta lies here. Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, Her Royal Highness, Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya is pleased to announce the arrival of her fourteenth name day and Hauchmetvas celebration. Her Highness formally invites all citizens of Hanseti-Ruska and its allies to a gala commemorating her transition from childhood to womanhood. Itinerary for the Evening: BESTOWING OF THE WREATH The Hauchmetvas Ball shall begin with the bestowing of a flower wreath to Her Highness by her mother, Koenas Emma Karenina, of white camellias to wish her flawless beauty in the years to come, white daffodils so that she might love herself through all challenges in life, white roses so that she might usher in new beginnings, and calla lilies to encourage her to live her life with modesty. THE FIRST DANCE After being bestowed the traditional wreath, guests are encouraged to approach Her Highness to bestow gifts on her, before Her Highness and Koeng Sigismund III take the floor to open the ball with a father-daughter dance. Her Highness will then accept dances with those who approach her at her discretion. A BANQUET TO FOLLOW Afterward, a grand feast shall be held, a wide array of food, pastries and alcohols and guests shall be encouraged to stuff themselves to their hearts’ content. His Royal Majesty, Koeng Sigismund III will give a speech, followed by a speech from Her Majesty, Koenas Emma Karenina. ATTIRE & THEME The theme for the evening shall be Newly Bloomed Spring, guests are encouraged to wear pastel colors with flower accessories for ladies, and earth or water tones with gold or silver accessories for gentlemen. Those who wish to enter courtship with Her Highness are encouraged to wear newly bloomed roses. SPECIFIC INVITATIONS WOULD BE SENT TO: His Princely Grace, Johann Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree His Grace, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree His Grace, Rhys var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Aldrik Kortrevich, Count of Jerovitz and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Aleksandr Amador, Viscount of Aurveldt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Johann Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Sigmar Mondblume, Baron of Richtenburg and his noble pedigree His Royal Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree The Allies of Hanseti-Ruska SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya [OOC: RESCHEDULED for February 11th in the Nikirala Prikaz ballroom at 5PM EST]

Klara Elizaveta sat numbly in her room of the Nikirala Prikaz, once more dressed in the deep black of her mourning clothes. She seemed to wear black so often these days, first for her uncle, Marus. Then her aunt, Petra. And now for Henrietta, the woman who'd taken care of her when her uncle hadn't know what to do. The old injury in her wrist flared with dull pain as she thought about it, and although the young princess could not remember what caused it, the ache only reminded her that something was missing.

Eleanora Amador awaited Petra @sarahbarah in the Seven Skies with a sad, gentle smile, and a handkerchief in her outstretched arms, as she always had. "We can finally rest here, my dearest friend. We are finally at peace." Klara Elizaveta choked with the news of her favorite aunt's death, the news far outweighing any gossip that could ever grip her. The girl, soon to be a woman, clutched the mysterious plush skunk tightly as she sobbed. Throughout the Barclay keep in Freimark, her sobs could be heard. Eventually, it became quiet. Her favorite aunt was dead. With cramping limbs and swimming eyes, the young princess took up mourning clothes once again, like she had for her uncle.

From somewhere within the lands of Savoy, Klara Elizaveta frowns as she reads the article, opting to put it down and speak to her mysterious skunk plushie @1_Language_1 that almost seemed to move whenever prying eyes weren't staring directly at it. "This person, whoever they are, did niet get their facts very straight, but Ea suppose that's niet the point." The princess shrugged lightly. "Like the Cardinal said, Ea should niet mind those who call me names and mock me. Ea should pray for them, instead."

Klara Elizaveta took a deep, gasping breath as she cradled the wrist she had broken all those years ago. It still twinged occasionally, and though the slight pain should make her angry, she could do nothing but cherish it now. Staring out the window, the young princess turned her eyes onto the gardens below. Panicked, shuddering breaths left her lips as her eyes glazed over. Godan took everything back eventually, but why did it have to be so soon?

Abdication of Klara I FOREVER MAY HOONSE PROSPER, Upon recent events, Her Royal Majesty, Klara I of Hoonse announces her abdication. Her successor shall be none other than her younger brother, Sergei @Coolcod77. Long may he reign. SIGNED, Her Royal Majesty, Klara Elizaveta, Koenas of Somewhere within the prikaz, Klara can be heard shouting. “YAM FREE, SPASIBA GODAN! YAM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” - "DO NIET LET ME BECOME KOENAS OF HAENSE, GODAN! MAKE KARL AND SERGEI AND JOSEF HAVE LONG LIVES SO EA DO NIET BECOME KOENAS!"

After a mighty battle, Klara Elizaveta shrugs. "Never wanted Hoonse in the first place. BUT EA WILL BE DAMNED IF EA LET A RUTHERN SIT ON THE THRONE!"

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A LETTER TO ALMARIS [i] Hawks carry copies of the same letter to most major settlements and cities in Almaris, and the banging of hammers can be heard as the letter is posted on notice boards for all to read. [i] A sketch of Henrietta Therese lies here as she sits within Nikirala Prikaz’s chapel. Within the walls of the Winter Palace, a mother’s cries can be heard. Klara Elizaveta covers her ears against the sound, her own silent tears slipping down her face. The girl can still feel the eyes on the back of her neck, as if she were still being watched. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees a bundle of sticks and leaves falling from the canopy of the forest. She can still hear her aunt’s desperate wails as the woman cradled the bundle close and fought off anyone trying to knock the Duchess of Alban back to her senses. Klara stifles a sob into her pillow as she realizes the wailing never stopped. She had only received a reprieve from the horrid sound when the search party had finally decided to sedate poor Henrietta, but even that could not quell the illusion induced grief. The little princess could still feel herself being tossed to the ground, could feel how the brush scraped against her hands as she caught herself. With a muffled sob of her own, the girl took a trembling step from the safety of her bed to sit down at her desk. With shaking hands, she pulled out a piece of parchment. 9TH of VZMEY AND HYFF Iv Joveo Mann 406 EHR SIGMUNDA To the beings of Almaris, A girl, barely younger than myself, has been taken, stolen from her family. Lady Elizaveta Ulyana of Alban has been missing for four months, or four Saint’s days. The only traces of my dear cousin have been a lock of her hair and one of her small shoes, found within the Barony of Dobrov. On behalf of my aunt and uncle, Their Royal Highnesses, Prince Marus Aleksandr @mkLouis and Princess Henrietta Therese @PerfectlyPeachy, Duke and Duchess of Alban, I write to the kind hearted people of Almaris today to ask for information. Information on my cousin’s possible whereabouts, or possible sightings. Please help reunite my cousin with our family, please keep your eyes open as you go about your days. Any information or offerings of support are welcome through letters to myself or my mother, Her Majesty, Queen-Consort Emma Karenina @livrose of Hanseti-Ruska. SIGNED, Her Serene Highness, Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya

A delighted squeal could be heard throughout the Nikirala Prikaz on Tuvmas Day. "A LAUVAS! EA FINALLY HAVE A LAUVAS!" Klara Elizaveta promptly went to retrieve a plush toy from her vast collection for the newest addition to the Royal Family.

"Krusae Zwy Kongzem!" chirps Klara Elizaveta.

Klara Elizaveta was playing Haeseni Chess when the missive arrived. "Godan bless Pontiff Everard."

Klara Elizaveta overlooks the city of Karosgrad from one of the balconies of the Winter Palace. "Godan, please watch over us..."

Klara Elizaveta hops through the halls of the Nikirala Prikaz, eyes widening at the veritable mountain of crabs that was occupying the hallway to her mother's office. Once the tiny creatures had pooled up to her ankles, the little princess turned around and gave up.

At the sound of her grandfather's booming laughter, Klara Elizaveta could only hope that the Orenian Emperor would choose to undergo penance as well. The child abhorred the thought of bloodshed. Or rather, she abhorred the thought of what such bloodshed could do to fair Hanseti-Ruska and the princess' own loved ones.

Klara Elizaveta beams from her spot on the dais!

Klara Elizaveta hiccups, holding the gifts her uncle had given her close as she rocked back and forth within her room at the Winter Palace. "Dravi, Aedypapej..."