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Primrose Kortrevich and Ser Ulric Vyronov sit side by side at the small table within the Kortrevich manor’s sitting room, looking over wedding plans. The ring upon the young woman’s finger glitters as she shifts a sheet of parchment out of the way. “Hmm…” she murmurs, taking a last glance at the files before them. “I s’pose we ought to send out invitations, we ain’t have much time left.” she glances up to Ulric. He smiles back at her before reaching across the table for a stack of blank parchment. “Yes,” he agrees, drawing the paper towards them. Primrose picks up her quill, dipping it in an inkwell. “Shall we invite everyone, then?” she inquires with another look at Ulric. “I don’t see why not.” he replies. She nods, hesitantly bringing pen to parchment. In large, lovely scripted lettering she writes, ‘The Union of Houses Vyronov and Kortrevich’. After observing her writing for a moment, she gives a brief, satisfied nod before continuing. “We hereby invite you…” she mutters as she writes. The letter reads as follows.

To all Haeseni men and women it may interest, we hereby invite you to the Wedding of Ser Ulric Vyronov and Primrose Kortrevich. We wish to request your attendance to support the union of this young man and lady. As well as to relish the night of excitement and celebration with us. The ceremony will be held within Reza’s lovely chapel, The Basilica of Saint Rudolph in The First Seed of 1720. We hope to see you there!

Signed, Primrose Salina Kortrevich

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Ser Ulric Vyronov

Primrose finishes writing and holds the first sheet of parchment away from her face, scrutinizing it. She glances to the awaiting stack of unwritten papers with a sigh. “This is going to take a while.” she complains as she signs her name, sliding it over for Ulric to do the same. Ulric then rolls the page up, tying it with a red ribbon. “Yes,” he nods in agreement, “but it’ll be worth it.” He kisses the top of her head as he stands, walking towards the corner of the room where an iron cage sits. He opens the door, tying the rolled note to the leg of the small speckled dove within. Ulric then opens the window, sending the first invitation fluttering out into the sunlit streets of Reza.

 

OOC Info:

7pm EST on Friday the 14^th of June

Reza, Haense in The Basilica of Saint Rudolph

((A lovely post, Ko ❤️))

Primrose Kortrevich climbs the stairs to her room after having heard the news, a sad expression painting her visage. “The King I grew up under... may he rest in peace.” she murmurs, bringing her locket to her lips in a worrying manner. “His son will do great things.”

Primrose sits upon the flower box outside her window, reading. She smiles as she reads the recount of the event, nodding at each part with pride. “He will do great things for Haense.” she murmurs to herself.

Primrose Kortrevich reluctantly signs, with her mother looming over her shoulder threateningly. Sighing heavily, she slides the signed document away from her. “There.” 

Primrose’s eyes widen as she reads her uncle’s harsh words “I mean... he’s right I guess. The strongest of us will stay. Ave Kortrevich, Ave Haense.” She mutters determinedly.

Primrose stands by her mother as Duncan expresses the family’s thoughts. “The Kortreviches are loyal to Haense!” she exclaims upon reading the letter.

Raven fishes her lute out from under the bed, twisting the pegs to tune the instrument. “No party ough’ta be without music!”

Application:

IGN: Miko0322
OOC Age: 13
Character name: Raven Ross
Character race, age, gender: Farfolk, 21, Female
Military or Academic pursuit: Undecided

Letter to Fleet Admiral Ser Benjamin Fernández: Handled In Character

Voter:

Name: Alani Faladir

Age: 58

Address: The Tavern