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Iduna Anne had fallen victim to many sleepless nights, she’d simply lift her figure to peer over at the letter with a soft sigh. She fell back and disengaged herself from reality once more though deep down she felt sorrow for how her husbands family had been treated.

“For nearly seven years you debauched children hiss back and forth.” One Elizabeth Othaman grumbled from her home as the news was delivered. “For nothing but greed and silly title.” Tossing whatever letters she’d received over the years into amber flames at her side. Meanwhile Iduna Anne scanned each letter that’d pilled on her desk over the saints day with a soft sigh. “To be pulled in to judge arguments like this in the future has me on the edge of my seat.” She whispered at the topic of the Court of Lords.

Somewhere a woman scoffs at such news, she'd been exhilarated to see her boys follow in their fathers footsteps with the duel. Her joy subsided to nothing as she once again continued about her day - this time with a somber expression.

Somewhere, a woman cackles through a grin as the petty squabbles between the Othaman boys continued. She found it irrational to duel for such title but continued on with her life while awaiting the outcome...

Iduna Anne folded the missive neatly, slipping it into her back pocket with a sigh - hidden by the fabrics of her comfortable blue coat. "Pants are better.." She muttered, planning a new wardrobe to fit in with the new reforms!

Within the small gardens of Halstaig, Iduna Anne reached out to take the missive from a tenant before sending them on their way. Scanning over it with pinched brows she simply mused, “Hm.. Elias won’t like blue, his color is red.” To herself before going on her way to prepare new garbs for said event!

Iduna Anne O'Rourke sits back in her chambers, doing the same with little excitement...

─────────────────────── ∘°❉°∘ ─────────────────────── A Suitable Union -x- Lady Anne and Sir Victor during the ceremony c. 1823 A N N O D O M I N I 1822 penned by the hand of Lady Iduna Anne Lucia of House Rourke ─────────────────────── ∘°❉°∘ ─────────────────────── To the Subject of the Holy Orenian Empire, It is with great honor that the Comital House Rourke and the House of Sarkozy announce the marital union of Lady Anne Lucia, eldest daughter of TRH Countess Halstaig, and Sir Victor Huges, youngest son of Sir Nikolai de Sarkozy within the coming year of 1823. ─────────────────────── ∘°❉°∘ ─────────────────────── TIMETABLE I. The Ceremony- Within the bastilica of the Ascent, Lady Anne Lucia O'Rourke and Sir Victor huges Sarkozy will be joined in holy matrimony to become the next Countess and Count-Consort of Halstaig. II. The Reception- As the newly weds make their way down the isle - side by side - the guests in attendance will be given the option to move to the Augustine gardens to mingle amongst the others ─────────────────────── ∘°❉°∘ ─────────────────────── All the citizens and allies of the Holy Orenian Empire are invited, special invitations extend to: TRH Countess of Halstaig and her esteemed pedigree, The House of Sarkozy, HIM Emperor John VIII and his esteemed pedigree, HIH The Duke of Cresfall and his esteemed pedigree, HG The Duke of Sunholt and his esteemed pedigree, HG The Duke of Cathalon and his esteemed pedigree, HIH The Count of Kaphro and his esteemed pedigree, HIH The Countess of Aldersberg and her esteemed pedigree, HIH The Countess of Rosemoor and her esteemed pedigree, TRH Count of Valles and his esteemed pedigree, TRH Count of Mordskov and his esteemed pedigree, TRH Count of Susa and his esteemed pedigree, TRH Count of Dobrov and his esteemed pedigree, TRH Count of Kositz and his esteemed pedigree, TRH Baron of Carrington and his esteemed pedigree, TRH Baron of Halcourt and his esteemed pedigree, TRH Baron of Stahl-Elendil and his esteemed pedigree, Additional invitations are sent to... House O'Ceartas House Falcone-Orlov House de Rosius House Asul'onn IN NOMINE DEI, TRH, Anastasia O'Rourke, Countess of Halstaig Lady Iduna Anne Lucia of Halstaig, Heir to the County of Halstaig

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From within her chambers a knock echoed through the room of Halstaig’s heir. Lifting herself and snapping her book closed she staggered over with little energy, prying the door open to see a missive being handed in her direction. With a nod to the tenant, Iduna Anne sent them on their way, making her way back over to lounge atop her chair once more, peering over the page with tired gasp. “Wilhelm seemed to do a wonderful job as Baron and his mother, so graciously gave me a position as a court worker!” She huffed to herself before continuing “Simon is more of a hyper active merchant, certainly a poor fit for such a position…”

Iduna Anne wonders why her name is on the list of witnesses when she didnt see nuffin...

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Gray hues of Elizabeth Winter began to flicker about the page, open palm resting on the back The Palmers chair. "And you say you're slow to think of memorable things." The woman stated with a chuckle while patting her dear friend atop the shoulder.

A serpenine grin crosses the countenance of an ominous Lady Dowager as the schedual found itself atop her desk. A small sigh escaping the womans lips as she looked to a leather journal across the room.

Meg’s heals pressed against the wooden floors at the calling of her name “Can I believe what, ma fleur?” The flaxen haired woman question whilst taking a seat. Returning a horrified gasp “All men are cowards, I refuse to believe other wise!” Thereafter with a huff, the woman pushed the paper away with disgust, going about her day.

A young heiress looked up from a plate of cookies as the invitation reached her gaze within the County of Halstaig. An excited smile apearing on the girls face while vaugely reading over it. "I bet mama will let me and Auden go! Especially since its for grandpapa! " Lady Iduna chimed to herself prior to continuing to enjoy her treat!

[!] Somewhere within the lands of Almaris an aging 'aheral began to smile at the missive she recived moments before. Her pale eyes scanned over the seemingly perfect condition of the letter whilst preparing to write a letter to her daughter. With a quil dipped in dark inc, Leah Kelmenour began to write - the cursive flowed within the shaky hand of the elfess - however it was still rather beautiful and unique. "My dearest Annabelle, The slowless of life is that where most find joy, however it comes to be boring from time to time. Im glad to have recived a letter from you but feeling is not one sided - I am very much ashamed of myself for leaving without sending word to yourself and your family. And for your memory remains well, it has been quite close to that time since we've last saw eachother. I've been well however, traveling throughout these new lands with nothing but a mere satchel filled with a variety of things - food, a journal, some inc, quills, ect. My mind always trails back to you and your dearest daughter none the less, as well for words cannot describe how much joy I gained upon first laying eyes on Maylin. She fairs a perfect mix of yourself and Anduin and goes so far from the word beautiful. I wish you well on the creation of your new lands, Veritas is quite a peculiar yet extraodinary name for such. I assume as you recive this letter I will have started my journy to such place - without being stopped I should make it in time to attend the event you've planned for yourself and the people of this new place. I hope to see you soon, my dear, till then ~ walk well. Leah Kelmenour" [!] Found within the envelope of the returning letter would be an aging petal of the blue/violet tinted flower floating within a vile of a honey scented, transparent, solid connected to a silver chain by a tiny screw within the cork. Also hanging from said cork would be a thin, flattened metal disk reading "AAK" - the innitals of such a darling 'aheral

"Lady Flastaff seemed to have her mind wrapped around other things when we ran into her, wouldnt you say? Im not one to judge a family by one of its memebers but i belive its safe to do so in this case, ma fleur" Megan arched a brow whilst scofting, sipping at the wineglass she held between her digits

Lillith Grace greeted her brother with a caring smile as he approached the gates of the Seven Skies. A single tear rolling down her cheek whilst a much younger girl, Payton Rose, dashed forth to pull him into a hug.

"Got what he deserved. ." scouled a woman, subsequently to reciving the unsuprising knowlgede of her husbands death. "May the seven skys decline your entrance for you have caused far more pain than you recived that night, Sergei Othaman! You deserve to have died a slow and painful death for all the chaos you have caused whithin the Othaman household!" She hissed out quickly, anger laced words echoing out through her new home. A crash came soon after as Elizabeth slid her arms across the extecive table before her. Feeling a mix of anger and joy the woman continued to slam each pearl colored plate onto the floor and wall - a serpentine smile crossing her countenace as each crash was like music to her ears. "Cheating, lying, undeserving man! Seemed as if ever week you had a new woman around your arm, trading them out like fashon acsessories! 'I love you' was just a silly phrase, I shouldve known marrying you would be the worst mistake of my horrid life!" The woman hollarded out, wanting all of Arcas to hear. Her gnarled, claw like hands gipped around the tangled mess of her hair prior to aiming to smash one last pearl toned plate at the rocky wall. "Till death do us part, Othamans."

“your loyalty was strong but everything must come to an end at some point, I hope our paths cross again in the future my dear friend.” A voice echoed in a raspy tone at the hearing of the Woman’s departure from the nation, a grin cracking across her countenance prior to crumbling the note and going about the day.

Valentina D’Airelle began to read over the letter, whilst an excited grin pulled across her countenance, paired with rose cheeks as she rushed to fix up the dress she used specifically for events like this one! Upon finishing she dashed off to tell her new friend and family about the party.