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Josefina Kortrevich was smiling up at her ceiling dopily when she got the news, rolling straight off the side of her bed in excitement. "ESFIE, GRAB THE CONFETTI!" She shrieked, hauling a bucket of her own confetti after her to go dump it all over her mother and father. @marslol@Phersades@dove

Klara Elizaveta kneels before the statue of her late father, hands clasped in prayer. "Papej, watch over us, and over the poor children of vyr beloved nation. See them safely from persecution for sins not their own, and see us into the light of a new, more prosperous and tolerant day." Josefina Kortrevich paled in her spot by the wall in Bethlenen, hands clutched tightly together. "Poor Firress Barrow..." She whispered.

Josefina Kortrevich smiles as she sets the Bull down. "Mamej is much more capable than whoever this Hearsay person is."

Josefina Kortrevich signed the Lorraine over herself.

Klara Elizaveta chuckles as she reads over the letter addressed to her. "What a kind thing to say." She promptly goes about writing her reply. To Sebastien Ashford de Savoie, Your letter has given me much joy, and for that, I thank you. Whilst life may be difficult, and creation of the written word even more so, I encourage you to always keep trying. Always hold kindness and understanding in your heart, no matter the criticism you receive, and always pray for those who are unable or unwilling to do so for you. There is much to regret in life, but I pray that you know only success in your endeavors. With my respect, Klara Elizaveta Morovar, Duchess of Baranya [OOC] : @tcs_tonsils_ alamo shaddup ur gonna make me cry, i wouldnt have the courage to post poetry w/o u so STAHP and give urself more credit, mwah keep doing whatcha doing im gonna go pretend i have allergies n cry now

Klara Elizaveta stilled her shaking hands against the sill of a window, staring blankly out at her surroundings. She had not attended the event, but even hearing about it second hand had shaken her to her very bones.

Eleanora Amador embraced her cousin as she arrived in the Seven Skies. "Sweet Georgina, it's been difficult, hasn't it? Welcome home." She whispered, tears jumping to the late Viscountess' eyes as she held the other close.

Klara Elizaveta kneels in the Basilica in Karosgrad, her head bowed. "Yam szam that the peace vy fought so hard for is gone, Papej. Yam szam..."

Klara Elizaveta squinted at the notice. "Jakob! Can vy read this? Ea do niet understand!" @NLThomas

Klara Elizaveta got to her knees before her children, recalling the screams of an aunt long dead when encountering the very same creature. "Vy stay out of the forests, do vy hear? Do niet leave the city unless an adult is with vy, a trusted adult." @wowsirss @giambro @ReveredOwl

Klara Elizaveta scoffs, tossing the rag into the fire. "Why Amadea legitimized this insanity is beyond me. Should Ser Grigori once again decide his prerogative is more important than mea permission and knowledge when it pertains to my children, Ea won't stand for it."

FIFTH BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA A painting of a past garden party. Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya, on behalf of her son, His Lordship, Andrei Sigismund Morovar, is pleased to invite the denizens of Hanseti-Ruska and beyond to a garden party featuring a scavenger hunt within the gardens of Karosgrad celebrating his birth. In addition to a scavenger hunt, guests will be able to enjoy various games, including pin the tail on the crow. Formal Invitations Her Grace, Johanna Barclay, Duchess of Reinmar and her noble pedigree @Zaerie His Grace, Mikhail var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree @indiana105 His Lordship, Filip Amador, Baron of Mondstadtand his noble pedigree @Lomiei Personal Invitations His Majesty, Karl III, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his royal pedigree @GMRO Her Grace, Isabel Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck and her noble pedigree @sarahbarah The Right Honorable, Adele Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt and her noble pedigree @CopOwl The Honorable, Nikolai Kortrevich, Viscount of Krusev and his noble pedigree @Phersades His Lordship, Leopold Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree @HogoBojo Her Ladyship, Sibylla Ludovar and her family @CupOTea__ His Lordship, Sir Borris Kortrevich and his family @tcs_tonsils_ His Lordship, Eirik Baruch @gusanoarentonio Erika Vatornik and her family @MissToni SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya His Lordship, Andrei Sigismund Morovar [OOC: To be held on Thursday, the 16th of June, at 5:00 EST.]

Josefina Kortrevich coos from her spot in her mother's arms, giggling as she pats the missive with small hands. "Mamej! Pretty!" The youngest Kortrevich exclaimed before devolving into giggles again. @dove

Klara Elizaveta clutched her children, Andrei @ReveredOwl, Karina @wowsirss, and Nikolai @giambro close. She remembered the Pontiff when he was still a Cardinal, and oh, how she missed those calmer, simpler days. "We must pray well for His Holiness' soul, mea darlings. He was a very dear friend."

Eleanora Amador watched on in horror from the Seven Skies. The little girl she had assured and nurtured for so many years of her childhood was gone.

Klara Elizaveta beams. "Oh, Sergei, Yam so happy for vy!"

WOOHOO HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE <3 !! oh my god that took so long

THE NEWEST ADDITIONS A hastily drawn portrait of the Morovar twins. Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya and Jakob Dimitrey Morovar, are pleased to announce the birth of a pair of twins on this day, the 10th of Vzmey and Hyff, 428 Ehr Sigmunda. Surrounded by friends and family, with the help of Lady Theodosya, the children were delivered safely, and both mother and children are well. The House of Morovar is pleased to introduce: His Lordship, Nikolai Sergei Morovar and Her Ladyship, Karina Valerya Morovar of Ghaestenwald SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya His Lordship, Jakob Dimitrey Morovar

WE LOVE LIV AND CONOR YAY :D <3 <3 <3

Klara Elizaveta gasps, crumpling the missive in her hands. "Oh, Niko, nie..."

DIVINITY For my son, Andrei Sigismund. Oh, how silence breathes, And how the gentle snow falls. Oh, how fair moonlight breaches, Through each and every wall. Watch as mist rolls across, The sweetest smelling blooms. And peek beneath the swaying stalks, To find what cannot be easily viewed. Oh, how the beauty blinds, And how Man tears through the earth. Oh, how the songbird cries, As we tread past divinity’s birth. Time slips through fingers, And worlds turn to dust. But may the divine always remain, To grace the moments of forever. Oh, my dearest love, How our world has changed. Oh, can you tell me if this is the closest, I will ever be to divinity? Together we have stood, And together we will fall. But look at what we have created, Look at what we have made. Oh, look at this blessing, Nestled close and safe. Oh, look how this tiny babe, Is rippling through our lives. See the world, my darling son, How it flickers and dances. The beauty which surrounds you, And the strength buried deep within. Oh, how silence breathes, And how the gentle snow falls. Oh, how fair moonlight breaches, Through each and every wall. Sweetest and fairest son, May you ever only know joy. May the wind always aid you, And the world rejoice with your birth. SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya

"Ea could niet stop him, Mamej... Yam szam... Yam so szam..." These were the words Klara Elizaveta repeated daily to herself, and no matter how much her mother told her it wasn't her fault that she couldn't stop that duel, it would never stop Klara from repenting. Eleanora Amador smiled down at her beloved friend. "We know, Emma. We know. Ea am sorry Ea had to leave vy so soon, mea friend. Ea am sorry."

Klara Elizaveta could only scream. She felt no pain as her nails tore through her palms, she felt nothing but despair clinging to and invading her heart. "...Sers." Her father had rasped. "...Can vy tell my daughter... what we discussed at Hallaburg?" Ser Reinhardt cleared his throat, and she couldn't bear to take her eyes off of Sigismund. She could feel him fading, could sense the steadfast heart in his chest accepting what was to come. And she hated it. "His Majesty wished to duel one of his knights... to the death, so he may fall with sword in hand." The breath shot from her lungs, and her world halted. She could bear so much, but she would never be able to bear this. But... as she looked back at him, her father, the man who had protected her from so much, the man she strived to make proud more than anything she had ever done, she could not bring herself to voice such words. "P-Papej... Ea..." Breath rattled into her lungs then, and oh, how it hurt. "If that's what vy w-want..." She couldn't bring herself to say it, could barely even think it. Her voice was barely a whisper. "I... I know this is selfish, Klara... but it's... all I have left. I... I've let fate carry me for all my life. I was powerless... to save Edvard, to... stop the war... to stop... so much, Klara." All he had left? What about them? What about her? "... I have the power for this one, futile act of defiance. My... my swan song." "W-Whatever vy wish, Papej, E-Ea want vy to have it... Ea just..." Her heart weakened and wavered, as she knew it would. As it always did when it came to her father. As it always would. "Ea beg of v-vy, Papej... Watch over us... please." "Always." Klara Elizaveta screamed as her father fell, and her knees buckled before she was running, tripping, and running again, the ground scraping against her skin as she skidded to a stop beside her father. And as he whispered his final word, Klara felt her heart snap. A piece of her had died with him, and it could never be resurrected. "I love vy, my knights. And vy, my daughter. Now, and always." She offered him one last pained smile, the only thing she could muster. "Ea love vy, Papej, a-always." She felt nothing, heard nothing as Sigismund said more of his goodbyes, as he made Jakob promise to protect her always. And when Maya gave him his last rites, she only stared at the door of his bedroom. As he was laid in front of his throne, Klara wept and struggled to get to his side. She wept as the room cleared, and she wept as Adele and Jakob both held her. She wept as Jakob lifted her into his arms and took her home, and settled her in bed. She wept in her dreams, as she relived the nightmare that was this day over and over. Her poor son would never remember his grandfather in anything but stories, and she would never be fine again. Not as she had been. When Jakob told her would be, when Adele proclaimed the same, anger burst through her chest in small flickers before it was drowned by despair. She would never be fine again. The nightmares would never let her.

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)