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Josefina Barclay squints at the missive for a moment before cursing and reaching over for a pair of reading glasses. "Oh... he gets the fishing from me." She chuckled for a moment before tucking the parchment into a rather full box.

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THE FUNERAL OF ALEKSANDR KORTREVICH Tragedy has yet again struck the House of Kortrevich with the passing of a beloved cousin, Aleksandr Audemar Kortrevich. He is survived by his children, including the Baron of Mondstadt. THE SERVICE The funeral shall take place within the Everardian Basilica, led by His Eminence, Josef, Patriarch of Jorenus @Pureimp10, before his pyre is lit within the square of Valdev. All are welcome to attend. It is asked that those in attendance pin a red primrose to their attire in honor of the late Kortrevich. SIGNÉE PAR, Her Ladyship, Irena Stefaniya Kortrevich, Baroness of Koravia His Excellency, Fabian Otto Kortrevich, Regent of House Kortrevich, Grand Lord of Hanseti-Ruska His Lordship, Henrik Edvard Amador, Baron of Mondstadt Her Ladyship, Liridona Ingrid Amador, Regent of House Amador, Lady Chamberlain of Hanseti-Ruska “Tiz Dzuty, Triek Caezk” “With duty, comes honor”

Irena Kortrevich leaned over the letter, staring at it for a moment as the words on the page washed in and out of her vision. She stumbled out of the room, a jar of jam heavy in her pocket. Not grape, not raspberry, lemon jam. With shallow, wheezing breaths, she turned to stare at the door to what had been her parents' bedroom, and her eyes flickered between it and the room she had just fled. Why did everyone leave?

Josefina Barclay stared down at her bruised grandson with a bewildered look on her face. "What happened to vy? Did vy fall off something?" @Gandhi Sister Joan, the aforementioned assaulted Monastic, signs the Lorraine and resolves not to leave Balian's walls anytime soon.

THE PASSING OF A BARONESS It is with a heavy heart that the House of Kortrevich announces the passing of our Baroness, Ileana I ‘The Duelist’ Stefaniya Kortrevich, due to complications with the birth of her seventh and final child. The Baroness is survived by her husband and consort August, her brother Fabian, her children, and her cousins. THE FUNERAL OF ILEANA I KORTREVICH The funeral of the Baroness shall take place within the Everardian Basilica, led by His Eminence, Matthias Cardinal Lotharia @BuilderBagel, before her pyre is lit within the square of Valdev. All are welcome to attend. It is asked that those in attendance pin a red primrose to their attire in honor of the late Baroness. SIGNÉE PAR, Her Ladyship, Irena Stefaniya Kortrevich, Baroness of Koravia His Excellency, Fabian Otto Kortrevich, Regent of House Kortrevich, Grand Lord of Hanseti-Ruska “Tiz Dzuty, Triek Caezk” “With duty, comes honor”

Irena Stefaniya Kortrevich stood within her family's manor, out in the hall beside her parents' room. She could hear her brothers and sisters moving within the house, but she dared not make a sound. If she spoke, if she saw, it would all be real. She was not ready. She hadn't learned enough, she hadn't done enough, she hadn't lived enough. What was she supposed to do now? Her mother was supposed to be here, she wasn't supposed to leave like this. What was she supposed to do? Josefina Barclay pressed a hand to her mouth, muffling a sob. Her niece... her dear Matviy's daughter... gone. Gone like they all were. One by one, falling into the grave too soon.

Josefina Barclay is so glad it's finally done.

Irena Kortrevich resolves herself to work harder than any Kortrevich before her. Josefina Barclay sighs softly, stroking a finger across a small frame, holding a familiar portrait.

Josefina Barclay and Irena Kortrevich, each in different places, both tilt their heads and mumble, "That is definitely weird."

Josefina Barclay stares at the piece she's spent years creating for the Grand Prince with a befuddled look on her face before snapping her fingers and moving to pen a letter.

Irena Kortrevich HATES beavers.

[i] A hand-drawn Barclay coat of arms has been placed beneath the professional Kortrevich one. The stationary has obviously been stolen out of some poor Kortrevich's desk. Crayon marks the flier in brightly colored smears. ginormous threat lives in the water! They bite really hard, and they look like rats. They pile up gross stuff in the water, and they smell really bad! got bitten REALLY BAD, and saved her from the evil beaver by kicking it down into the empty river! Beavers are EVIL and even gross when they’re dead! They are only good for the fuzz, and should be turned into hats or coats! We demand the adults form an ANTI-BEAVER BRIGADE and kill all the evil beavers! Signed, His Lordship, Alfred Barclay, Baron of Sigradz Her Ladyship, Irena Stefaniya Kortrevich Her Ladyship, Nikoletta Colborn [i] A handprint in yellow paint sits beneath this name. “Tiz Dzuty, Triek Caezk” “With duty, comes honor”

Within the Barclay Manor in Valdev, Josefina sits beside a flame. Once, she had loved the child named Virgil. Once, she had sought to make him laugh and smile, to break through the icy blankness that inhabited his soul. As she sat, watching the page THE TURNCOAT had occupied in her family ledger burn, the once-aunt shed no tears. After all, she could never forgive the crime of harming the innocent, nor the crime of murdering a member of her family.

Josefina Barclay carefully folds the missive and stows it inside a box, where all the rest of import lie, and offers Fabian a proud smile. @critter

Josefina Barclay resolved to travel to Aaun as soon as possible, her face grim as she thought of Edith. @EnderMaiashiro

Irena Kortrevich wonders if she has to make herself known to her own mother...

Josefina Barclay pressed a hand to her mouth. Her poor nephew.

Josefina Barclay presses her lips together tightly, blinking back tears.

Josefina Barclay can't wait to have the family slightly more whole than it was before.

Josefina Barclay is glad it's over.

Josefina Barclay dodged the widow bullet.

Josefina Barclay smiles.

Josefina Barclay is a great aunt for the umpteenth time!

Josefina Barclay is happily napping.