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The little Lady Catriona believes she is most like the Eunica doll! She clasps the newsletter, oohing and awing over each and every detail. She found her mother, waving the newsletter about. "Mamaidh! Mamaidh! Ah want one!"

Mariya of Marsana welcomed her husband home a gentle hum. "My Karcharias," The blind Viscountess peered upon him with a milky gaze, and a soft smile. "Now teu must rest. Won't teu?"

Written by Catriona Eilidh Baruch The Unicorn and the Girl is a spin-off tale of the Ayrikiv tale of Iseabail and Eilidh “The Two-Headed Bear”, referenced in the Chronicles of the Ayrikiv. It begs the question, if the twin Queens father were never cursed to never bear sons, what would have happened to his daughters?

Sofia of Hyspia shielded her smile with her fan, cooing over her newborn grand-niece with adoration. "Mi Princesa Onny, oh look at tu, maravillosa nina!" Her cooing and doting over the child continued on for quite a bit.

What made you think of the name, "Weiss" in particular?

The Lady Catriona Baruch, fairytale-folktale airhead of Haense took one look at the missive and fell upon her butt in her excitement. "Fiona! Fiona! Ah want to dress up!" @wardyn

Sofia of Hyspia looked upon the missive, and thought one word to herself as a little smile grew at the news of her nephew and soon-to-be niece. Finally.

A certain guardswoman took in the page her husband slid to her. "Ea'd feel bad agreeing, but ea can't help but think et, too." Her head shook at that. "Eam also neit surprised."

The Queen-Dowager Sofia felt a certain disgust come over her. They harmed her dear niece, disgraced her, and shed blood of many a people to spread upon the walls. She signed the Lorraine and sought out her niece, intent to offer prayer and comfort.

The Queen-Dowager Sofia of Hyspia swung down a thin, sharp heel at one such beaver that dared enter her quarters. "Rata peluda fea! Salir!" A sleu of Hyspian words escaped the woman, rapid and blending together as she balanced preciously upon her sofa.

The young Lady Catriona of Baruch soon grew delighted at the very idea of Beavers. Or in particular, a Beaver hat! Hats were popular amongst the kids of Haense, afterall.

Sofia of Hyspia took note of the section on Camels fur. Her brother and his obsession of Camels will follow her till the day she dies. The Queen-Dowager found the whole thing amusing as she makes to send a copy of the missive via courier to her brother. "Hermano, how many Camels do tu have now? DIOS mio.."

The Lady Viktoria of Ivanovich looked over the invite with a degree of amusement. She spent so long asking him why he doesn't have a wife yet, and now he has gotten himself one. Viktoria couldn't help tinge of respect she's grown for her guard over the years, and soon marks the date.

The Lady Viktoria Ivanovich heard of the news, and found horror coasted over her spine. That can happen? She couldn't imagine having triplets. She now has two nephews and two nieces, and she wasn't sure what to make of it.

The little lady Catriona soon learned of the news of her mother remarrying! She gasps with delight, and hopes and prays that her soon to be step-father will play games with her.

A certain lady Colborn eyes the missive. Her children shouted and ran about, swinging wooden swords at eachother, and she held a glass of carrion black in hand. Canonist approved drugs. She made a mental count of extra funds, and decided making an order or two wouldn't hurt.

The Queen-Dowager Sofia had not heard of her sister-in-laws passing right away. Her attentions were on that on her kidnapped daughter, the Princess Isabel. For two dire matters to happen in the same day, it was cruel fate for the family, that was certain. She wrote to family, to old friends even, doing everything in her power to find her daughter. It wasn't until the day came to an end, and night filtered over through the window of her bedroom within the palace that she heard the news. Her reaction was not something for anyone to see, and best left to the imagination.

Arabella of Pavia had finally seemed to slow down as she rested upon her bed. A wet cloth had been placed over her forehead, and the midwife alongside a maid tended to her needs. It was the first time she truly lay down without thoughts of what to construct next, who to meet or what orders to make as to materials for their fair city. The twins, she saw only momentarily before they were brought about with cheers of elation, and her eyes soon closed for rest. The Principality will be awaiting when she woke but for now, she knew she may slow down and take a moment to rest and relish her newly gained family.

SE GRAND ARGHUGON Issued on the 6th of Laenors Escape of the year 5 AST. THE GRAND HUNT The Grand Principality of Aeltarys shall host a hunt in the snowy tundra of Aevos. We shall pursue the stoneback-avetas, formidable creatures known for carrying massive boulders upon their backs, alongside that of the Neveli boars, said to be hardy and suitable as mounts. THE FEAST Following the hunt, we shall celebrate with a feast. The fruits of our labor shall be prepared by the talented and aspiring Inferno of Servitude, Alden. During the feast, witness the potential Inferno of Servitude as he takes on the royal challenge of catering the first event within the Principality. His culinary skills will certainly be put to the test. DRESS CODE As this is within the snowy tundra of the Principality, we encourage you to don warm, comfortable attire suitable for the hunt. After the hunt takes place, we shall transition to the feast, where a lighter attire may be had if one wishes Zālagon Jehikagrī, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, by the Grace of the Dragon, Maegor Valraenos of Aeltarys, Grand Prince of the Aeltarosi, Prince of Dragonclaw HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Arabella Valraenos of Pavia, Grand Princess of the Aeltarosi, Princess of Dragonclaw, Lady of Pavia, Lady of Atalais, Lady of Erice, Lady of Austerone

A depiction of the snow-covered mountains of the Grand Principality of Aeltarys. Winter's icy touch caressed Arabella's spine, but she embraced the chill with ease. She was always the one to defy convention, wearing minimal layers even in the coldest of seasons. Her family found it peculiar, but Arabella ran warm, and her eccentric tendencies served her well now. Her husband was a few meters ahead, engrossed in conversation with his advisors, directing the construction of a building in the newly established camp. A camp - an unconventional choice, but one that suited Arabella's preference for a simple lifestyle. She had never been enamored with the trappings of nobility, and yet here she was, married to a prince, with people looking up to her for guidance. Embracing the challenge, she walked on, her boots warm and sturdy, leaving silent imprints on the thick snow-covered ground. For the first time in a while, she found herself alone in this winter wonderland. Inhaling deeply, she felt the sharp sting of cold air in her lungs, exhaling as a plume of breath appeared before her. A nearby rabbit caught her attention, its white coat blending with the snow, and its crimson eyes seemingly locked onto her own. Arabella dismissed the fleeting thoughts and decided on a course of action. Returning to camp, she marveled at the progress that had been made. Tents were raised, and a comforting fire crackled, tended to by one of the elder Aeltarosi members. The scene felt like something out of a storybook, and Arabella couldn't help but smile. Amid the laughter and warmth of the campfire, Arabella pondered the responsibility of leading a group of people. She had her doubts and uncertainties, but the camaraderie around her reassured her that she was doing just fine. As the night wore on, Arabella settled in, having found a place to store the rabbit she had encountered. She contemplated the future, the challenges that lay ahead, and the paths she might take. As a sense of contentment settled over her, she realized that leadership was not about having all the answers, but rather about finding the courage to take the first step, even in the midst of uncertainty. Arabella Valraenos, the lady who had never conformed to societal norms, was now embracing her role as a leader. Guided by her own instincts and a desire to make a difference, she walked the path of leadership, one step at a time. And as the campfire flickered and laughter filled the air, Arabella knew that she was where she was meant to be.

The Queen-Dowager, Sofia of Hyspia took in the invite she'd received for her nieces Quinceanera. She remembered her own, alongside the years of planning she had put into it, having been preparing for such an occasion all her life. The invite is filed away, and she began the process of planning a gift perfect for a girl coming-of-age.

Sofia learned the news of the elderly woman Fables death soon enough. She never had an Abuela, a grandmother and she had come to think of the woman as that. The advice given and the path set having aided in Sofias life today.

The Lady Viktoria Ivanovich could not believe that she's an aunt already. She has a nephew. The young Lady Raev wondered whatever is she meant to do with a nephew. Do boys even enjoy embroidery? Mayhaps she will bring him along to an execution? She pondered over her choices of what would bond her with the boy the best.

The Lady Viktoria Ivanovich has been enjoying watching these tests, and side-eyeing those that take just a bit too long to agree to doing it. Her own cut still stung, but the pain kept her mind sharp.

The now older woman, Olenna Haverlock felt her hands shake, before they clasped together in an attempt to still them. Their first son, Godfrey, is gone. Her mind wondered and stomach lurched, a particular distress overcoming the woman.