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Karla von Theonus celebrated the arrival of her granddaughter, and the continuation of a matriarchy, happily with her daughter. Showering the two with affection and gifts.

"Oh.. uh-hm." A sigh came from the Duchess of Vohenheim when she read the date..

The invitation wound up on the desk of the Duchess of Vohenheim, who read over the details with a proud smile. "Well done, Sylfrid. Shame Ich won't be in attendance, but Ich am sure it'll be fun." She placed the invitation to the corner of the desk, sure to pass it on to someone who might support her niece in her stead.

𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⟡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ༓☽⟡༻✦༺⟡☾༓ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━⟡ Issued, SA 261 “May the flowers remind us why the rain was so necessary” ⟡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ༓☽⟡༻✦༺⟡☾༓ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━⟡ Following the Union of Her Grace, Karla von Theonus, and His Lordship, Peter 'Arkent, the couple is happy to announce on the behalf of their families the arrival of their first-born children; twins. The pair, a boy and girl, were delivered after a smooth pregnancy; resulting in the couple’s decree that each twin shall uphold the mantle of heirship for their respective houses. The Dual House of Theonus is proud to announce that Her Grace’s heir shall be the couples firstborn male; His Lordship, Ärnulf Georg von Theonus, Baron of Raustyn, Heir to Vohenheim. The Baronial House of ‘Arkent is proud to announce that His Lordship’s heir shall be the couple's firstborn daughter; Her Ladyship, Diana Isfiria Vespira d’Arkent, Heir to Selm. Given circumstances that surrounded the Duchess’ pregnancy, family and friends are happy to announce that the delivery of the twins was without complications. In light of God’s blessings delivered to the couple, a baptism shall be held in the near future so the children may be brought up under the True Faith. Those close to the Duchess and Baron shall be invited to bear witness in the Chapel of Saint Rhosyn. ༓☽⟡༻✦༺⟡☾༓ S I G N E D, HER GRACE, Karla Lippe von Theonus Duchess of Vohenheim, Margravine of Marignan, Countess of Sigiswald, Viscountess of Karlstadt, Baroness of Raustyn, Baroness-Consort of Selm, Lady of Vissingren Castle, Matriarch of Theonus HIS GRACE, Peter Marius d’Arkent, Duke-Consort of Vohenheim, Margrave-Consort of Marignan, Count-Consort of Sigiswald, Viscount-Consort of Sigiswald, Baron of Selm, Patriarch of ‘Arkent

Karla von Theonus released a breath as she began to read the letter left by her father... She had known for decades that this would one day be hers, so her posture straightened, and she prepared herself for the responsibilities that would soon follow.

No matter how hard she tried Karla von Theonus had never found peace, or much comfort within the walls of Vohenheim. Despair had always managed to claw its way past the towering, stone walls she hid behind. She hadn't known Achillius well, or much at all besides a few fleeting interactions; but she knew his son. Peter d'Arkent had been her closest friend, and the death of parent was no easy one to grieve. Knelt beneath the moonlight, at the tomes that held past members of the Theonus household, Karla prayed for the d'Arkent family; for the man who had passed, for his children, and for the man who was now to shoulder the weight of newfound duty.

Curled before the hearth in her room, locked behind the maze of walls in Vallagne's palace, sat Maude Eliona, alone. A loose hold on the missive, sipping from a glass of wine courtesy of the Tavern for special occasions such as this. There was, however, a sense of sadness that accompanied the joy and excitement she felt for her brother. To her, he had always been "Joey", and she'd kept herself oblivious to the obligations he would face as Archduke. Though she was still well aware of the duty he would have to uphold in his new role. She whispered into the empty room. "The River endures."

The little Baroness of Raustyn, no older than four or five, kicked her feet from the comfort of her uncle's lap. She dined happily upon sweet treats she'd acquired through bribery, oblivious to how hard reality would soon slap her in the face... for not everyone was friend.

"You'd imagine the King and his future Queen would have their own celebrations..." Tsk'ed the Lady Castillan of Vissengren from her office. Nevertheless, she planned to bring a suitable gift for the Petran Royals.

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Demons up

Druids up

Aurelia von Theonus, Lady Castillan of Vissengren, made her way off to congratulate Thomas on his inheritance, and thank Aurel for the opportunity to work alongside himself and the generations to come..

The eldest daughter of Artel and Eloise von Theonus cradled the note in her lap. Age had overcome her, and she knew this would happen as a knights daughter... but the grief and loneliness now was beyond comprehensible. That beloved chain from her childhood consoled her, held the cloth that kept her warm around her shoulders... She wept, and wept, and against the request of their final words--she mourned her parents greatly... --- In the farthest corner of Aevos, on the tallest mountain where the wind whipped and the snow slapped her face, the Serpentess, as she'd always been known, gripped the letter in one hand and a cigarette in the other... "You're not sorry." She snapped into the wind, her head falling back as she blew smoke into the sky. "And you know that there is no longer peace as an option for me. Not in this life. Not in the next." She fell back, a gentle thud in the snow-covered mountain, a soul no one would search for... She laid there, and in that moment searched for the peace that she once yearned for. --- Their friend, and closest companion--Eloise's sister by choice and Artel's cousin-- The deceased Countess of Warsovia extended her arms to greet her friends. She wrapped them in a hug, trapped in her youth, as she welcomed them to the afterlife with the rest of their friends and family who had long since passed before them.