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TWICE CURSED A POV post by the young Lady Viktoria of Stran. Viktoria wondered if she was twice cursed. She never thought much of the first, her family's curse, even as it did tend to affect her day to day life but now.. Now, she stood by her youngest sister as her heart ached and her stomach churned. She explained what wardship was, but did not explain its reasoning. War. The child had wished she could say the war never affected her, but she knew of it as long as she could remember. One of her first memories was herself at the mere age of three, toddling along behind her eldest brother within the refugee camps of Aaun as they chased after a Goat. She beamed and laughed, not knowing any better as threats were made upon her family's livelihood. And so it continued. One moment after another. Her mothers title stripped away, and thus her heirship in turn. She had become simply the Lady Viktoria then, and it took her time to find her bearings. And then the end of the world, or that of the land of the Almaris as she knew it came and a whole new war began. It was different, it took away what she knew as a ‘home’, if you can call a refugee camp home and simply sent her into another refugee camp, one in Savoy. Time passed, and she found herself in a new land and this time, in a true to GODANI home. Vaska. --- Things were looking up, or so it had seemed. She went from place to place, all kept succinctly within the Kingdom of Aaun. Vaska, Minitz, Whitespire. Repeat. But it became her new life and one she came to enjoy. She did not live in a tent but instead had a room. One she could call her own, with paintings decorating the walls, and embroidered pillows of her own making strewn everywhere. A day came, though, in which she visited Whitespire with her eldest brother. Viktoria prattled on, as she often did, about the interview she did for the mayoral candidate just earlier that day. She was excited to be a field reporter for the Aaunic Herald! Istvan listened, and poked fun as siblings often did, as the duo paused by the candidates booth. That excitement soon faded. First a man, then multiple came to them, claiming she had committed a crime! Viktoria had no idea what crime she could have committed, and the men did not wear the armor of any of the places of Aaun. In fact, she did not recognize their armor from anywhere. She tugged on her brother's hand, some anxiety there, as the small girl of thirteen wished to get away. Her heart pounded, frantic and not sure what to expect. They grabbed at her, yanking her from her brother who soon pulled her back and a fight broke loose. It was all such a blur and it all happened so fast. A sharp pain came, having taken something sharp, she couldn’t even be sure what sort of weapon it was; straight to her gut. Viktoria collapsed upon the floor, and she cried for her brother, bony hands pressed over the injury at her waist. The pain was debilitating, and the last thing she could remember was one of her fathers men stepping in front of her prone form, standing before her. The next she’d awoken, everything had hurt and blurry faces were seen before her. Her brother, and her family were not among them. She was in the Minitz clinic. Her brother in the Whitespire clinic. The siblings were separated, unsure if the other were alright. --- It took some time to heal fully. Her movements were careful, and she was not allowed to step foot outside of her home during then. Vaska had become Stran sometime before her injury. A great pride that made her beam, further so when the King so graciously accepted her petitioned gift, as she’d improved in her embroidery. And finally, some time later, she was healed. She didn’t go anywhere without her guard anymore, even if she were with one of her family members and things seemed to be getting back to something better. The bandits, though, they kept coming back. Always causing trouble, and always seemingly running the moment things had gone bad, attempting to entrap those back in their homeland; Adria. And so the day of the royal wedding came, and the Lady Viktoria made way for the basilica with her guard - and soon afterwards the palace. She took note of her dear friend, Leutwin who seemed to be nowhere to be seen after that of the wedding and she went in search of him about the palace as the feast took place. There was no sign of him, the young girl of now fourteen unaware of her friend being tortured by those who sought to take her previously. And so she explored, and she spoke to others, until she came to a standstill within the palace gardens. Her father and the Princess Adeline spoke and a deal was made. She is to be warded. She would move to the palace. She would see her family less and less. Why? War. Viktoria wondered if she was twice cursed.

Name: Viktoria Ivanovich Age: 13 Do you reside in Whitespire, Lemon Hill, Minitz, Stran or the surrounding areas?: Yes Do you agree to compete at the desired time?: Yes

The Queen-Dowager Sofia has been waiting for these two to get together for ages. She saw them work together in Failor, and allowed a smile to grow as she got an invite to their wedding that she saw coming for years now!

The now Queen-Dowager, Sofia of Hyspia, widow of Georg listened to that composed funeral march. She swallowed, her mouth tasting like what amounted to cotton balls as she sat upon the first pew within the basilica, her one year old daughters Isabel hand in hers and her two month old Amelya clutched protectively against her chest. How she missed him terribly.

"I'm a step-abuela.." The Queen Sofia had exhaled at the news, Saints hours before news of a more horrid nature would come. A palm clutched over her chest, staring down at the floor. A step-abuela! Sofia felt ready to faint.

The Queen Sofia of Hyspia - now Queen-Dowager, felt her heart drop as the news had been delivered towards the end of the Lifstala ball. She rushed, unable to believe such words that were said, she saw him just earlier and soon she found herself kneeling beside the cribs of her sweet girls. One merely one years old, and the other one month old. She wailed, and cried, much like her own children did who sensed her distress - as her brother and sister stood at her back, offering comfort for the newly made widow.

A ROYAL CHILD BIRTH OF THE DUCHESS OF BARANIA KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM Issued by THE CROWN Naf zwy 5th hag i Wzuvar ag Byvca i 482 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, Shortly upon the beginning of Lifstala, the Queen-Consort Sofia Camila of Hyspia found herself with child once more, and no such better time could she have done so. The season of love and romance, which sees the next generation of a Kingdom coming shortly thereafter. This tiny Princess came to be with us just a day before the ending of the season, fussing and whining as the midwife within the clinic of St. Amyas aided in bringing her into this world. Born in the darkness of the night, the stars glittered above as lanterns were struck to provide light in the bustling clinic and it was under those lanterns light, the baby girl's appearance could be seen. Just like her father, she holds crystalline blue eyes and she has a full head of dark brown hair much like her mothers. Keeping with both the mother and fathers familial traditions, she has been granted names containing Haeseni, Hyspian and Rhenyari based aspects to them and with that, we do so happily formally announce and introduce our daughter: HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE DUCHESS OF BARANIA, Amelya Riya Tara Irena Eliana Camila Barbanov-Bihar @kaylacita Damar lifsti va Edlerviki, His Royal Majesty, Georg, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Order of the Crow, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Siegrad, Werdenburg, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Buck, Thurant and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera. Her Royal Majesty, Sofia of Hyspia, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess of Hyspia, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Siegrad, Werdenburg, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Buck, Thurant and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, Protector and Lady of the Highlanders, etcetera.

The Queen Sofia believes this postal service has impeccable timing. She has a letter that needed to get to Balian from Haense and his missive came right as her bird failed to take off, much too fat to fly.

The Queen Sofia of Hyspias gaze slipped over the scandal sheet that had been delivered directly to her office. She did like her fair share of tea, and this tea was piping hot. Some she knew already, naturally and some she seemed to know more details then even the Hearsays author but as she read the column, her gaze paused and lingered at the mention of her nephew, and what happened at the ballet. Now that, that she did not know. Her perusal continued then, to the mention of what seemed to be herself and her family! It touched on her worries of Isabels future with what seemed to be the babies horse obsession and she sighed, eyeing down the gossip. "Que? Of course I have a baby bump, I'm six months pregnant!" The gossip column is then filed away for a later time.

Queen Sofia of Hyspia had these new tomes delivered to her daughters nursery, in which she sat by her crib, words hummed out as she read the newly created tales to the baby Isabel.

The Queen Sofia read over the new Edict, and she felt her heart swell with delight. She was a firm believer of all being equal, and her gaze slipped over the sweet baby Isabel within her crib as the child slept soundly, a palm settling over her stomach once more with a quiet hum. "Don't ever let anyone tell tu who tu are, mi Isabella, tu are equal always, mi Hija." She settled a kiss against her childs forehead, before moving to find her husband to give him a kiss as well!

Queen Sofia found that her sweet daughter, sweet being relative as she's been screaming the ears off of nannies and maids alike all through the night, seemed to have a fascination with Horses! She belatedly wondered if this had to do with her husbands shenanigans at the debut the Saints day prior, in which her step-son Stefan rode in on his father donned in a horse costume. Sofia, though, tried her best to wipe that very image from her mind.

Via Weiss is proud of her fiancee! Though, she wonders what he inspects. The windows, maybe?

I loved each and every moment of that, and the women's movement part is powerful as heck, man!

Bren, or Dell as she knows him was certainly right! Via botched the recipe even with clearly written instructions. Something bubbled, and smoked, dark plumes drifting up from the pot as somehow the tomato basil soup turned a sickly green.

Via Weiss, local combat medic, approves this message!

A ROYAL CHILD BIRTH OF THE DUCHESS OF KVENOLAND KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM Issued by THE CROWN Naf zwy 21st hag i Wzuvar ag Byvca i 481 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, After the trying times had with the ending of Almaris and our consequent move to Aevos, as our people gathered once more and a new home and capital was built, the Queen-Consort Sofia Camila of Hyspia found herself with child who was soon born to a midwife in the clinic of St. Amyas. During the early morning hours, as the sun just barely began to crest up over the sky, the sounds of a healthy, screaming little girl has been welcomed into this world, with the crystalline blue eyes of her father and hair much like her mothers. Keeping with both the mother and fathers familial traditions, she has been granted names containing Haeseni, Hyspian and Rhenyari based aspects to them and with that, we do so happily formally announce and introduce our daughter: HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE DUCHESS OF KVENOLAND, Isabel Theodora Mariposa Leila Reza Amadea Barbanov-Bihar @ibiou Damar lifsti va Edlerviki, His Royal Majesty, Georg, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Order of the Crow, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, and Thurant, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera. Her Royal Majesty, Sofia of Hyspia, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess of Hyspia, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, and Thurant.

A certain Lady Arabella who has been enjoying visiting those of this culture finds herself wishing for Vaelaris Moules when she was on her latest travels. The delicately grilled food, that smoky flavor with a citrus tang.. She sighed, head bowing. She really must visit again soon.

A certain Lady Viktoria is pleased her fashion is up to date within that of the Vaskan Steppe. Ribboned hair, bright colored dresses and otherwise! As the missive went out, though, she immediately went to find her mother. "Mamej, can y get a new dress? To symbolize moy fashion!"

The heavily pregnant Queen Sofia stepped foot within their new capital, the city of Valdev. She took in each sight, the high peaks of the basilica and the sweet scented gardens of the palace and felt tears well. A new home. At last.

The Queen Sofia took in these varying artworks with a degree of loss and homesickness. She thinks back to her families lands of Hyspia, and the short time she spent living with her husband in the Morrivi palace before the Mori had taken over. All sweet, and all yet bitter.

Sofia took in her husbands painting, but she could take no joy in the blessedly created image for she was on her third cup of ginger tea that day. The nausea would not let up, and she felt her mind turn increasingly towards throwing someone out a window if they asked her one more question! Whatever was the matter? Only time would tell!

A certain Arabella Charlotte thought of the people she came across in her travels across that of Failor. Strange, certainly, for they knew nothing of the average appearance, let alone even the political climate as of late. A dimpled quirked in her smile, as she prepared to visit once more.

A certain Queen Sofia of Hyspia remembers distinctly being promised the first invite within that of Savoy, and wonders why such a promise has not been kept..

The Queen Sofia of Hyspia is delighted at the recently released collection, having been working with the Baroness closely in this matter. Each piece was certainly gorgeous and worthy of a publication of its own!