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“Warwick?” Philippe mused to himself. “If my history isn’t wrong – and it isn’t, wasnt that the name of an old Windsor castle? Huh...”

No. Uneeded and would probably be best to be re-written by someone who understands spectres and knows that they aren’t just edgy emo transparent things running around.

”Oh.” Philippe oh’s.

”Courageux...” Philippe d’Orleans commented quietly.

Philippe d’Orleans sat in his study, the invite – presumably to all noblemen and members of the Administration, him being the Deputy Speaker, as he nodded quietly to himself. ”Must be hard... Going from Duke of a prominent Duchy, allowing it to be infested by revolutionary scum, and now...” The man allowed out a sigh. “A good man, with good intentions, beset by all sides by fools... He’d make Adria great, if Adria didn’t destroy itself”

”How in the most holy of fucks does a Barony with two houses work?!” Baron Philippe d’Orleans wondered to himself upon receiving news of this new barony inside Adria and it’s integrates. His couriers were doing fine work!

A man with many little birds, Philippe d’Orleans grinned softly upon hearing another alliance within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. Great houses, too, he mused. ”Something is afoot, dear Kirk.” he told the courier who stood by his side, a young northern lad, who nodded back to him. ”And it is great...”

Baron Philippe d’Orleans stares idly at the mounted skull of Baron Osmanoglu.

Smiling up to the sky, KRUTMOZAK’RAGUK stood, arms sprawled out to his sides, and then the uruk let his arms fall to his side, and his neck to straighten, bright orange eyes staring out at the plains, the pathway to the camp. ”Ang Gund Griizh” With that, the uruk started to make his way to the camp, stoicly so, elf-ear necklace on his hand, clasped in between his digits.

Deputy Speaker Philippe d’Orleans smirked at the reminder. ”These treacherous.... Hrmph...”

Krutmozak’Raguk, one of the many unrecognized sons of Leydluk’Raguk, smiles widely.

The gentle winds of the nature blew against Philippe’s face, but it also brought something to him. A note flew against his feet. The man, motioning for his wife to wait for a moment, crouched to pick up the note. Reading it with a corner smirk, he folded it, and placed it on his pocket. ”Oui... It took some time for someone to do zhis... I should find this gentilhomme...” With that, the auvergne returned to his wife’s side, not a word of the note uttered, but his intentions of finding the one who sent it clear on his mind.

ooc: you get it, not my main language and it was late

Philippe d’Orléans, who just so happened to have been at the tavern in Ves to catch up on some news had overheard the man, shaking his head. ”It seems that vassals have forgotten why they are vassals... perhaps they need to be remembered....”

Siegmar, resigned soldier of the Royal Army of Hanseti-Ruska welcomes a comrade in the Seven Skies.

yo @Flamelynx is this an alt

THE ENTIRE HUMAN POPULACE S H I V E R S

Persistence will achieve. The day had started fairly slow, all things considered. On Philippe’s mind, nothing but what was to occur in that day. Fixing himself some food inside the d’Orléans household in Helena, which admittedly was not big, a humble spot, the groom had to be ready. Adriana, too, was getting ready, though in her family’s mansion. A Windsor, and proud one was she. Today would mean union. Matrimony, under the eyes of God and Men. It meant a lot. A big deal. Sealing the alliance of d’Orléans-Windsor. Philippe had been chosen by Nathaniel Windsor to lead the levies of Belfoire, and had given blessing for the man to marry his sister. And that day had come. Finally, after some hours of dire waiting, Philippe stepped out of his home, dressed finely in rather exuberant colours, though most related to black, red and white. Purple and green spots on his undershirt as well as a brown cloak with golden linings on the edges followed him. Arriving at the Cathedral, which for Philippe wasn’t all that hard, given how he lived nearby, he waited a bit more, and then, his beloved had also arrived. After the frivolities of introductions and chit-chat, the officiating Bishop called for all to come to the inside of the Cathedral. Once they all took seats, the Bishop begam the ceremony. “There is nothing more sacred than holy matrimony. The union of men and woman under the eyes of God. Love, perfect love. It pleases me to see such happy couple and it is my honor and my duty to perform this. Philippe d’Orleans, do you take Adriana Windsor as your loving wife, in the estate of Holy Matrimony under God?” “I do.” The man responded, a bright smile on his face. “Will you love her, honor her, comfort her, in sickness and health, and keeping her as long as you both shall live?” “I will.” The crowd, about 30 people, applauded at the man’s vows were complete. “And do you, Adriana Windsor, take Philippe d’Orleans as your loving husband, in the estate of Holy Matrimony under God?” “I do.” She responded, allowing a single tear down as had Philippe. Joy, purest. “Will you love him, honor him, comfort him, in sickness and health, and keeping her as long as you both shall live?” “I will.” “THEN I DECLARE THEE, UNDER THE POWER VESTED IN ME BY GOD, AND THE SACRED DUTY THAT IS HIS WORD, HUSBAND AND WIFE! YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE!” As the two kissed, the crowd stood and erupted into a series of cheers and applauds for the couple, who proceeded to turn about and walk down the middle of the Cathedral. After some festivities, for a day or so, they had a new life to life. A life as Adriana and Philippe d’Orleans.

Philippe d’Orléans smiles the sun’s smile.

Full Name: Philippe d’Orléans City of Residency: Helena Year of Birth: 1687 Address: Siegmund’s Square 7b

”Long may he live.” Footman Siegmar proclaimed, being one of the guards that attended the Coronation!

Hello yes mister @Fireheart can I get a chance at staff, please, am dedicated, very hard-work : D

Krutmozak smiles in the distance.

Footman Siegmar of the Imperial Legion salutes.

”Took you a while.” Footman Siegmar of Reza commented idly.