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Ester had roamed the Seven Skies for nearly two decades at this point, so long that she had seen many of those from her life enter into the new place she called home. Even in her comfort, she would find herself yearning to see those who had yet to arrive, Prince Otto being one. Taking on the Alimar name was one of the things she took most pride in during her life, regardless of the pain it brought. Through the hardship of her marriage, she was told time and time again by Otto and his kin that she was safe in Haense, that she had found a place to rest, a respite for her soul, and a family to call her own. With the old Alimar’s long awaited arrival it was finally her turn to repay the favor, meeting him just at the gates with a warm smile settled on her expression. “Welcome home, Otto.”

Derma’Zok awkwardly smirks as she sees his demands, ready to follow the true Rex.

Words Left Unspoken A young Charlotte Cecilia d’Arkent captured candidly writing within her study. The following pieces would be found throughout Charlotte’s many journals. The most honest of her thoughts, her regrets, her admissions, her heart, lived through her writing. Each page would be scattered with pooled ink spots where she lingered too long with her quill, and stray tears littering the words scrawled. For Daniel Louis Kyr. He didn’t even remember those three letters. I thought I meant more to him than that. The day he first showed me the library in his plans I nearly cried, and when it had finally been built, a physical place for my dreams to flourish, it exceeded every expectation I could have set. You helped me realize my dreams, but refused to allow me the ability to return the favor. I thought that of everyone, he would confide in me. I hurt too, every day, but… But I was never your solace before. I’m expecting too much, aren’t I? I try not to burden you, so why would you do that to me, someone you vowed to protect? You spend years trying to cushion my every fall, why would you reveal something like this to me? I screamed at you, I cursed you, I can’t believe I... How can I apologize, Danny? I’ll swallow my pride, I’ll quiet it however I can, I need to silence this constant whisper of guilt. For Peter Baldwin You’ve never been a sad person, not outwardly at least, but to see your smile today, to see you this colorful and alive. In that moment, I finally saw my brother’s heart heavy, so full that it spilled over. You were always the one who took care of me, day in, day out, an inseparable pair we were. Why did we lose that? Why didn’t I try harder to keep up with you? You were busy with the guard, and I was lost in my journals. But truth is, you always had time for me. I can only blame myself for losing you, & that realization... I never wanted to fall away from you, but it’s clear that I did this, our relationship dwindling was my fault. We’ve spent a thousand nights tangled up in silly stories, lost in our own world where nothing could touch us. Those are the nights I recount when I feel so terribly lost, I will always think of you. For Mary Philippa God, why is she so insufferable? Always better, always prettier. She is better though, isn’t she? Always elegant, gracious with everyone who isn’t me. Why do we hate each other, Mary? How did we fall apart like this, I never wanted it... but maybe you didn’t either. The plight of two daughters of a Duke living perpetually locked in this competition. We care not for ourselves or each other, just vying for the approval of everyone else, everyone who frankly does not matter. How pointless. I’ve pretended that I didn’t want you in my life, such a dense lie. I always wished to be something you could find happiness in, a sister that made you proud, maybe I still can... I’ll admit, when you first married Green, I thought of it as nothing more than a stunt, but the way he looks to you.. How could I have been so wrong? Even if your happiness stems from everyone but me, I will find a way to cope, as long as you are happy. For Charles Henry I could never tell if your humor stemmed from a place of love, or loathing of me. Honestly, I couldn’t blame you either way. Most find me abrasive, hard to cope with, but you, you always accept me with open arms. Whenever I speak to you, it’s as if we were raised together, as if our lives had never been disconnected. I always thought you would treat me differently, worse. That the distinction in our blood would cause you more pause but it never did. And now I wonder, what does that say of me? You are my brother, regardless of your other half. But have I proved that to you? Or have I left you thinking that I would, or could opt to live without you? You’ve completed us, Charlie, you’ve known us for so little in comparison and yet you’ve broken every barrier without attempt. We are not a family without you. I’m not whole without you. For (the only) John Sigismund I remember the day that I begged you to spy on dad and Leo because I so desperately did not want a husband. And of course you obliged, protecting me like you always did. My big brother swooping in to shield me from anything that could hurt me, real or imagined. All those times we spoke about what we would do when we were older, how you would adventure off and be the valiant knight who came to rescue us when we needed you. How you would fight for the defenseless. I so looked forward to hearing your tales, of hearing of the Princess’ you saved and enemies you struck down. Oh, how I wish to hear those stories today, but now I realize that having a wandering, noble brother means that you hardly have time to tell them… I miss you so dearly, John, where are you? For Alexander Joseph Your kindness has always struck me as one of the purest things I’ve seen. Someone who I could never even attempt to emulate, God, I’m far too rash. Maybe that’s why I pulled away from you, because there was so much about you that made me feel insecure about myself, a stupid plan when I think about it blankly. How could I learn when I hide? I hope you didn’t notice my hesitance with you, it’s not something you deserve. I regret it so much. I just.. I’m sorry Alex. I’m sorry I have never been the sort of sister for you to lean on. I am sorry I have never been the person for you to confide in. For Mother & Father Am I in the wrong? To live, fueled by resentment. It wasn’t something I wished to do, but there is no containing it. I am many things, but discreet is not one of those. To bite my tongue when there is so much poison in my mouth, I never could. Where do I put it? How do I cope with this? I hate to carry this around with me, taking it out on you with my every breath, to have formed into this cold of a woman. I’ll never say this to your faces, but I am sorry, deeply sorry. For Leo Is it possible to miss you more today than yesterday? That’s how it feels at least. But your name comes out of my mouth more now, and it doesn’t rip me apart each time. The years I spent with you, they shook my reality, destroying everything I had built in my head about you. The image of a Prince who loved himself more than he could ever love another. I only wish I could have seen that Prince meet his daughter. Those days talking endlessly about anything, everything. You warmed me more than any fire could, melting through my frigid self to find the girl trapped inside. When we do meet again, I don’t think I could be pried away from you. Once has been more than enough. With her last moments, Charlotte’s small frame would rest in her sister, Mary Phillipa’s arms, the last place she had expected to find comfort. Her weakened hands gripping onto the silky green fabrics, holding on as if it might help her remain. The panic flooding into her cold grey eyes, her fear laid bare as she gasped for air, trying to fight her fate with all she had left. With each cry, every tear, Mary would hold Charlotte tighter than before, offering soft murmurings of comfort. Charlotte’s mind was plagued with worry for her only child, but in Mary’s embrace, she knew that Catherine was safe. She would have everything, more protectors than any child could want, the unending love of each of her kin to fill the cup of the tiny Helvetii. “You will see Leo again.” Mary whispered to her, her voice carrying over the sound of the pouring rain around them, the words that soothed Charlotte’s terror. With that, her body still pouring crimson would finally fall limp, the last of her life flowing from her form. REQUIESCE IN PACE 1733 – 1761 Charlotte Cecilia d’Arkent Helvets Survived by her daughter Catherine Helvets, & her closest of kin, Charles Henry, Daniel Louis, Mary Philippa, John Sigismund, Alexander Joseph and Peter Baldwin

Charlotte understood war, she spent endless hours reading through tomes that told of age old battles, and lovesick widows, but nothing prepared her for the reality of it. The news of his death reawakened a sense of guilt in her, looking toward the moon as a single tear rolled down her cheek... “I never did buy you that drink. I hope it’s alright to wait a little longer.”

Ellan'drea Devione happened upon a loose missive on her way home to Renelia, a bright smile overtook her lips as she read over the parchment . El picked up the pace, nearly running to help prepare a place for the newcomers.

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Ellan’drea Devione returned to her clan hall soon after reading the declaration, a thin smirk resting on her features as she began preparing for the war to come. “May Luara guide us.”

Help Wanted! The Palace of Selm has become a place of jubilation! Both rambunctious and elegant, its grounds are home to not only the noble d’Arkents, but other noble guests. It is often visited by aristocrats from across the Empire, from Senators to Kings to Lords and Knights, and the demand for service has grown dramatically. The Duke of Sunholdt invites all those in keeping with the jovial affair of festival to apply to work for him and his family. The following positions are available: Servant A servant can take the form of a butler, maid, cook, or otherwise. Must be well mannered. Stablehand As Selm’s stables grow, so too does it need someone devoted to the training and care of the fine horses. Scholars & Tutors As the Library of Selm grows and it becomes a place of educational growth, there grows a need for those willing to assist with its expansion and institution. Wages can be discussed at the time of interview. Contact the following to be considered! John d’Arkent : TangoIsPointless Vespira d’Arkent: Marinaemily Mary d’Arkent : Ivorey Charlotte d’Arkent : Koander Daniel d’Arkent : Capace Alexander d’Arkent : Chaosgamer Peter d’Arkent : ErikAzog John d’Arkent : Pancakehz

Ester would feel her sorrow for Mariya deepen once again. Remembering the woman who gave up on love for the good of her kin, and now to learn that her own betrayed her. “I never expected this of Milena, to lower herself for a snake of a man.” She’d comment from the Seven with distaste.

RP Name: Charlotte Cecilia MC Username: Koander Discord: Koanda#1275 What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Oren Why Do You Wish To Come?: For one, I am a newer player and have never seen Athera. I think it would be really interesting to see a map different from Arcas for the first time. I also think it would lead to nice character development. What Skills Can You Bring?: Charlotte is an aspiring historian, and skilled with a bow. She’s witty, and intelligent. Her solutions to problems are usually out of the box. Also is somewhat knowledgable with medicine.

Ester stands with a smile as she welcomes the King to the comfort of the Seven, a mug of Black at the ready for his arrival. ”It’s been quite some time, old friend. Long have you lived, and blessed are those who mourn your loss.”

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Ester frowns from the Skies as she watches over the man who was once her crow wilt into nothing more than a hate filled hypocrite. ”To think, you named our child after your lover & I stayed silent for the sake of our unity. A man who attempted to kill me, tried to aid in my capture now shames me in death over rumors. And they say women are the petty ones.”

A Flower Left to Wilt 20th of Owyn’s Light, 1745 “We, Devereux, do not break easy, cousin, do not forget this.” Pierce’s words would echo through her life, but these in particular were her foundation. She would forge herself into an unbreakable woman, one to make her kin proud. Even as a girl, Ester’s presence was one hardly rivaled. Her spirit warmed the dusty halls of the nearly empty palace & her laughter lifted the gloom of the dreary, cold air of the Kingdom. Each trial in her life was something she faced with a smile, regardless of the pain left in its wake. None harder than the loss of her closest kin which cut her deeply, but resilience was embedded into the girls soul. Her strength lay dormant much of her life, only showing to those nearest her. When things became hard, Ester was never one to shy away. “We do not break.” She’d assure herself as she stared opposition in the face time and time again. But at no point did these qualities mean more than when she chose to go home in the hopes of saving it. Her return to Avalain was sudden and came with it many hardships, but Ester was intent on moving forward, ever the persistent person she was. A great weight was set upon the now Governess, her nation that had once thrived stood at the edge of ruin. Determined to make a place for Curon in a time where it had nearly been forgotten, she had a daunting task ahead. Despite the doubts of some and the state of her nation, she began rebuilding. With time came progress for the Devereux, the realm of Avalain starting to show promise. Though with progress and time comes difficulties, and as they do everyone, began to wear Ester down. The constant pressure to keep things afloat loomed over her, making even the simplest day to day of her life strenuous. Despite the stress of all that had come with her title, the Governess kept on, her weariness outweighed by the will to see Curon succeed. As Ester wandered through the lifeless streets of Astorga, the quiet of the crashing waves allowed her a single moment of peace unconcerned with the danger that lingered. Her eyes fell closed as she breathed the salty air that surrounded her, a soft smile on her lips as she reminisced on the earliest years of her life spent along these very shores. Just as quickly as she had relaxed, the tranquility was broken by three words spoken by a familiar voice. “Eja, good Regent.” She stood tall as Augustus and his three men surrounded her, the woman’s resolve remaining unbroken even in the face of certain death. After a few harsh words were spoken by the pair, Ester would question the Vilac’s assertion, “Your land? This land is Curonian, I doubt my People will allow a pretender Horen to have it.” After her remark, a Morsgradi man approached her and sent a heavy hand across her face. Few would expect Ester’s response, stepping toward the man as she raised her dagger to his throat, the blade digging into his skin. But something stopped her, perhaps it was her desire for the bloodshed to finally end, “I am no senseless murderer. Not like the rest of you. So please, move away from me, runt.” In time she was tied, and escorted back to Morsgrad. Her head held high as she took her place before the Ash Tree, her clothes tattered and hands bound but a proud woman nonetheless. Most of what was spoken did not phase her, but one. “I bear the sins of my forefathers, so do you. Our lives were never our own to live.” Godric may not have offered them as comfort to his captive, but they chimed with truth & resonated. She had lived the life she was meant to, a life of courage and honor; a journey befitting the bear she was. “Have you any last words before you breathe your last?” The Duke rumbled to the woman before him. With this came the first crack in Ester’s stoicism as the realization crept into her mind. “My children, I am trusting you to keep them safe from your men.” Her eyes grew glossy as she lowered her head, taking the few moments she had left to reminisce on the time she had spent with them, days she would have done anything to have back. “You have my word that they will not be harmed if it is within my power to prevent.” His oath was all she needed, allowing the woman to find solace in her end. “I will not break” She’d utter a final time as she awaited Augustus’ blade. With her last moments, the Devereux only thought of her family. Whether it through blood or bonds, she thought of those that had been by her side throughout her life. Her thoughts drifted to the most paramount of those close to her, her children, her cousin, the Alimar’s. Her faith in the Duke and his promises held, her only hope for a future for her crows. Her thoughts were then ended abruptly, her life cut short at the base of the Ash Tree. Princess Ester Rose Devereux 1710 – 1745

“Who the **** is that?” Ester would inquire of the random claiming her families titles.

“A diamond she has become.” Ester would comment as she read over her daughters words, a gentle smile forming on her lips for the first in what felt like years. “God has truly blessed me with you, Aleks. I only pray that your brother learns from your wisdom.”

Le Griffe d’ours de Curonia Est. 1741 History The Kingdom of Curonia touts a unified military force forged under the Crown of Curonia and in service to the ideals of valor, honor, and prestige. The Royal Army of Curonia is the primary fighting force of the Crown and has served the realm faithfully. Founded originally by Jarrack Draskovits, the military of Curon was formed to consolidate the different levies and groups within the Kingdom. The Royal Army of Curon first began during the arrival onto Atlas under King Wilhelm Devereux. The army began as a small, unorganized force of steadfast warriors. The army was further developed and united under the leadership of Marshal Jarrack Draskovits and Duke Charles Devereux. Its humble origins attest to their gradual organizational prowess, demonstrated by the strong bonds of camaraderie in the face of adversity. Its eventual formation of the Order of Ursus marked the heightening of the Curonian military during the reign of King Wilhelm I. The force became a stronger, cohesive levy under the Kingdom of Curonia. The Order of Ursus was characterized by its chivalric code and respect for honor. It was not until the leadership of Lord Regent Ecbert Devereux, Ser Charles Montagne, and Ser Sylvestre Halcourt that the levies of Curon merged into the formal standing royal force of the kingdom. The Royal Army of Curonia stands stalwart in the modern-day, poised to affirm its commitment to the realm and people. Its decades of reform and development have produced a strong-willed force, united under the banner of Devereux, the sovereignty of Curon, and in the defense of a united Orenian Empire. Values and Ideals Honor- “To each man due honor, for the glory of Curonia and the unity of all.” It is the duty of all soldiers who serve under the Curonia banner to uphold honor. Dishonor wracks the heart and soul of the man, rendering his armor and weapons into brittle. Respect- “To all who come to us, our respect be theirs.” It is the duty of all to show respect, projecting the greatness of the Curonian nation and the benevolence of its culture. The military is the bulwark to protect and serve to steward the best of Curonian values. Courage- “To all who seek us in battle, our enemies shall be overcome by our courage.” It is the duty of the soldiers to clothe their minds through the veil of courage, taking on all adversity to protect the motherland and to Curonia’s allies. Notable Commanders Jarrack Draskovits - The first Marshal of Curon and paramount advisor to Charles Devereux. Jarrack helped to establish the nation of Curon upon arrival to Atlas. The main military leader during the time of the Norlandic and bandit incursions throughout Atlas. Remained a devout and faithful man to Curon till the day of his death. Ser Charles Montagne - Renown as a knight of Curon, Ser Charles is remembered as an important model for chivalry and Curonian valor. He is an unwavering model of martial prowess, standing valiant in the face of adversity. His demeanor and command among men is a symbol of heroic virtue for all Curonian soldiers. 1653- Curonian Forces during the Czena Confederation. Ranks Ministre de Guerre - This position is appointed by the Crown to supervise the entirety of the military and is trusted with carrying out the will of the monarch. The Secretary of War ensures that the Kingdom and Capital are defended by a standing army. They advise the Crown on matters of military, and must develop a garrison for the Capital City capable of representing the Crown’s interests both in its own defense, and in foreign theaters. They may promote commanders and officers to the Royal Army as they see fit. Colonel - This position is appointed directly by the Secretary of War and the Governess of Curon, the second in command of all military matters, entrusted with directing officers and advising the Secretary of War. Capitaine - Capitaine is the highest enlisted rank possible through traditional promotions and is given to those who have excelled as an officer and are considered highly efficient and competent. Lieutenant - Lieutenant, much like Sergeant, is for those that have proven to be capable commanders but have shown they can be trusted with matters deemed more important to the cause of the military. Sergeant - Sergeant is given to the Lancers that prove to be above average, and have shown that they can be trusted with command over others. Lancer - This position is given to those that have proven to be an exceptional Aspirant. Those promoted to this rank shall have demonstrated proficiency in basic combat and understand the codex of the Curonian military. They make up the majority of the Royal force of Curon. Aspirant - This position is the beginning rank of the Royal Army of Curon, made up entirely of those new to a military lifestyle. Oath “I, [name] do solemnly pledge my soul for the heart of Curonia, to protect the meek, to defend the land, and to secure the blessings of GOD. I proclaim to the Skies as my witness to uphold the values and valor of Curonia, to serve the House of Devereux and to preserve the peace and stability of humanity. I commit myself to the path of righteousness, using the sword to strike the malicious and the shield to defend the people. Let this be my oath, for so I oath myself in service to the Kingdom of Curonia.” OOC: Contact Gored#0001 Kursion#5029 Koanda#1275 for more information.

As Ester received word of Milena’s passing, a cold chill ran through her veins, an aching sorrow that dug deep into the woman as she read each word. “I suppose that tea will have to wait even longer, dear Queen.” She’d utter beneath her breath as a few stray tears spilled onto her cheeks. “Rest well, Milena, until we meet again.”

The Princess is sad because her stupid councillors wrote this. She fires half of them. She then issues a last-minute edit.

To the Alliance of Independent States We of Curon stand stalwart with our Imperial sovereign and our Haensetic and Kaedreni brothers. You have come to our gates, captured unarmed folk, maimed and tortured them, and to what end? How can you presume that you are on the side of good when you practice barbarism, murder, and assault on a people whom have done nothing wrong? The late Regent made a grave error. He gave into this fear, and allowed himself, in a moment of weakness, to make a terrible decision that could have meant the death of Curon as a Kingdom, a nation, and a people. This was against the will of his councillors, and as you can all see now, his people. Let this be a lesson to those who wish to sow dissent within our Empire against the leal vassals of Peter III. We shall not falter in the face of this threat. They will drip honeyed words to you as they murder your brothers with their free hand. These pagans have no desire but to damage the Empire for offenses they themselves invented as an excuse to start a deadly war, and to damage the Empire is to damage the unity and strength of all of humanity. Their promises mean nothing. They have no honor. They are doomed to the nether. We, on the other hand, shall enjoy our Cyrillian Bliss, our service in defense of the Empire, and the destruction of your armies. Her Highness, Ester Rose Devereaux, Princess of Curon, Governess-General of the Kingdom of Curon

Edict of Establishment 16th of the Deep Cold, 1741 The Cyrillian Cabinet In the decades past, the Kingdom of Curon has suffered tumult supreme. In the wake of a weakened Kingdom, an ailing King, and a failed Regent, the Crown moves forward with reformative direction. Through this act, we establish the Cyrillian Cabinet, and alter forever the efficiency and philosophy of Curonian governance. The Cyrillian Cabinet is the Crown’s council by which its executive functions are performed. The First Minister is the manager of the Cabinet, and underneath him are the Ministers of the Interior and the Exterior. Each Minister has secretaries to which they delegate their overarching domains and directives. The First Minister The First Minister is the Crown of Curon’s right hand. The First Minister wields the authority of the Crown, and manages and delegates to the Cabinet, ensuring its function. The current First Minister is John d’Arkent (TangoIsPointless). <--------------------------> <--------------------------> <--------------------------> MINISTRY OF THE INTERIOR <--------------------------><--------------------------><--------------------------> Minister of the Interior The Minister of the Interior delegates all matters of the Crown’s interior to the undersecretaries within the department. They are charged with the upkeep of the Kingdom’s economy and demesne. They may appoint their undersecretaries with approval of the First Minister. They must ensure every department of the Ministry of the Interior is accomplishing its assigned duties, and is responsible for their functions. This role is Peter de Sarkozy (Beamon4). Secretary of the Homeland The Secretary of the Homeland is charged with the proper management of the Royal demesne, the Capital City, and the administration of the City’s elections. They may staff the Office of the Curonian Homeland however they see fit. The current Secretary of the Homeland is Matthias Rutledge (1_Language_1). Secretary of Treasury The Secretary of Treasury is the Crown’s official on matters of taxation and budget. They ensure the taxation of the Capital and the Crown’s vassals are executed with efficiency, and that the Crown’s funds are well managed. They may staff the Office of the Royal Treasury however they see fit. The Current Secretary of Treasury Klaudia Grimoire (SpringSoul). Royal Solicitor The Royal Solicitor is the Crown’s primary advisor on all legal matters. They represent the Crown in all suits pertaining to the Crown’s interests, and ensure the legality of executive actions. They may staff the Office of Judicial Affairs however they see fit. The current Royal Solicitor is Lord Tobias Merentel (Kursion). <--------------------------><--------------------------><--------------------------> MINISTRY OF THE EXTERIOR <--------------------------><--------------------------><--------------------------> Minister of the Exterior The Minister of the Exterior ensures the security of the Curonian State in matters pertaining to its relationship with the Empire and the Imperium’s fellow vassals. They may appoint their undersecretaries with approval of the First Minister. They must ensure every department of the Ministry of the Exterior is accomplishing its assigned duties, and is responsible for their functions. This role is Jovan Romanovich (Cuckfederacy). Secretary of Imperial Affairs The Secretary of Imperial Affairs conducts diplomatic missions on behalf of the Crown. They ensure that the Crown is represented in all diplomatic theaters pertaining to the Crown’s interests, be it with fellow vassals or the Imperial Crown. They may staff the Office of Imperial Affairs however they see fit. This role is Claudius Halcourt (Mr_Sprinklez). Secretary of Intelligence The Secretary of Intelligence manages the propaganda directives of the Crown. They ensure that the Crown’s interests are represented in the public discourse, and ensure misinformation is stifled. They may staff the Office of Royal Intelligence however they see fit. This role is Edward II Devereux (Impurity101). Secretary of War The Marshal ensures that the Kingdom and Capital are defended by a standing army. They advise the Crown on matters of military, and must develop a garrison for the Capital City capable of representing the Crown’s interests both in its own defense, and in foreign theaters. They may promote commanders and officers to the Royal Army as they see fit. The current Marshal is Chadwick (Gored). IN NOMINE DEI Her Excellency, Ester Rose Devereux, Princess of Curon, Governess-General of Curon

The Cyrillian Council 24th of Harren's Folley, 1741 Her Royal Majesty, Ester Rose Devereux, Princess Regnant of Curonia, does hereby see fit to bring forth into the Kingdom of Curonia a new era of rejuvenation. For too long the streets of Curonia have sat silent, the population dwindled and the army become a mere husk of its former glory. A new council, chosen by her Royal Majesty, shall be formed in order to wash away the dark stains of sedition and treachery brought forth by the previous governing administration. By royal decree, the following positions are hereby granted to those individuals who have served the crown dutifully and without fail. Chancellor The role of Chancellor is that of utmost respect and importance in the Kingdom. Often standing in for the Regnant in meetings, receiving foreign diplomats when HER MAJESTY is otherwise occupied, and speaking with HER MAJESTYS authority on all matters of importance. The position of Chancellor is still open. Commander of the Royal Army Leader of the armed forces, the Commander of the Royal Army is the supreme authority in all matters militaristic for HER MAJESTY, the Princess Regnant. They are charged with the task of maintaining a standing military at all times for the Kingdom and protecting its lands from foreign threats. The position of Commander is hereby granted to Julius Salviatti. (@Sergisala) Grand Knight The Grand Knight of Curonia is charged with overseeing, regulating, and appointing the knights of the realm. Through them, the chivalric codes of the Kingdom are upheld and followed by all those worthy enough to call themselves Knight or Dame. The Grand Knight is also tasked with upholding the laws and legal procedures of the Kingdom in the name of HER MAJESTY, the Princess Regnant. The position of Grand Knight is hereby granted to Ser Amathion Ironwood. (@Ajax) Royal Treasurer The Royal Treasuer is the master of coin and trade within the Kingdom of Curonia. They are tasked with maintaining, ensuring, and protecting the economic stability and welfare of HER MAJESTY, the Princess Regnant’s realm. All forms of domestic and foreign trade, taxes, tariffs, Government loans & bonds, national interest rates, and so on are all formulated, implemented, and carried out by the Royal Treasurer. The position of Royal Treasurer is hereby granted to Dame Klaudia Grimoire. (@SpringSoul) Chamberlain The Chamberlain is the keeper of HER MAJESTY, the Princess Regnant. They are tasked with arranging and hosting balls, festivals, court sessions, and other stately functions. Candidates for court positions such as the Court Physician or Master of the Hunt are also presented by the Chamberlain for approval by the other members of the council and the Regnant. The position of Chamberlain is still open. Justiciar The Justicar of the Kingdom of Curonia is the senior-most judicial figure of the nation. They help interpret and enforce the laws of the Kingdom that HER MAJESTY, the Princess Regnant, and the Cyrillian Council pass and implement within the Kingdom. The position of Justiciar is hereby granted to Lord Tobias Merentel. (@Kursion) Seneschal The Seneschal of Curonia is in charge of all forms of housing distribution, city upkeep, city projects, and shop distribution. It is through them that the housing needs of the Kingdom are monitored and fulfilled. The position of Seneschal is hereby granted to Matthias Rutledge. (@Language) HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Ester Rose Devereux, Princess Regnant of Curonia

The Curonian Imperialization Act 24th of the Sun’s Smile, 1741 We, the privy council of the Kingdom of Curonia, representing the Imperial citizens of Curonia, standing for a brighter future of pan-Orenism and cultural singularity across the human species, on this day do enact the following decree. The reign of the Lord-Regent, Angelo de Alba, is hereby declared invalid, all acts, decrees, and alliances enacted under his reign are thusly considered null and void. This includes but is not limited to the pact of independence, asserting the independence of the Kingdom of Curonia and the Archduchy of Suffonia. The imperial factions within the Curonic administration thusly assert a new government to maintain peace and loyalty to the imperial crown, until the Crown Prince of the Kingdom comes of age. This new administration shall be led by the presiding Princess Regnant, Ester Devereux, who shall retain the full authority of the crown of Curonia. In cooperation with the Regnant, a regency council shall also be established to assist her in the practical duties of administration. Amathion Ironwood (Ajax_Kingslayer) is assigned to the role of Grand Knight. Matthias Othan Rutledge (1_Language_1) is assigned to the role of Seneschal. Tobías Merentel (Kursion23) is assigned to the role of Lord Justiciar Signed, Princess Regnant, Ester Devereux Seneschal, Matthias Rutledge Grand Knight, Amathion Ironwood Tobias Merentel, Duke of Eastmark, Count of Alannor, Baron of Hallowfell and Lord Justiciar of the Kingdom of Curon,

Decree of Provisional Governance for the Kingdom of Curonia 14th of the Sun’s Smile, 1741 TO OUR BELOVED SUBJECTS, Today, we have lifted Avalain from the AIS’ shadow of chaos. In order to ensure stability within the kingdom, His Imperial Majesty declares a provisional government until peace is restored. Pursuant to this decree, the Kingdom of Curonia shall be placed under a Governor-General who shall by statutory appointment hold the prerogative of the Royal Crown. The Governor-General shall be tasked with establishing an ordered Royal government and adherence to Imperial Common Law. We hereby appoint Her Highness, Ester Rose of the House of Devereux, to the office of Governor-General of the Kingdom of Curonia. She shall hold the confidence of the Imperial Crown to govern the Kingdom of Curonia and its constituent holdings under the Holy Orenian Empire. This We Proclaim, HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Peter III Anthony, Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire, King of Renatus, Salvus, and Seventis, Duke of Helena, Lorraine, and Roden, Baron of Sedan, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera. HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Ester Rose Devereux, Princess Regnant of Curonia,

Ester chuckles heartily as she sat by her hearth, remembering back on that day. “Such a sad state of affairs when two common women speak so low of their own Duchess. To act as though she has no right to her own culture because she has come to live within their walls.” Her head shaking as she watched the flames grew. “For them to ask me if I knew who they were! Oh, it was of the highest levels of hilarity! Then they offered me a duel, imagine that. Expecting a Princess to lower herself to their tauntings. To be so enraged by words that you insist on fighting to solve it, the way of the simple minded.”