(OOC: This is a more generic letter, in reality the letters are more specific but for sake of easiness for this rp what you see here is in general form of letter that be sent to your nation’s leaders. It is an open rp for everyone.)
It is with the greatest honors that I, His Royal majesty Wilan I of the Kingdom of Blåskog from the House of Torhall, would like to invite you to my coronation and the national celebration which will be held here afterwards. Which will be through a banquet and festivities in my castle. It would be a great honor for my nation.
As the traffic in Kungstad would be in much higher volume at the day of the coronation held on the 20th April, 2024, I have been informed and told by my coronation staff that I should advise you to come one day or two prior to the coronation. I will also request that any large accompanying delegation included in this invite be information that needs to be given to my government. Same with any extra needs that we need to be aware of so that my government can accommodate you.
I look forward to welcoming you to my nation, to my kingdom to the first days of a new Blåskog. One which will be celebrated in full.
With warm regards,
His royal majesty, Wilan I of Blåskog and the House of Torhall. Soon to be High Gothir of Carlist Gustafism
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Wilan let out a small sigh of relief as he finished the last of the letters. Having made a large tower of just letters which soon be sent to every corner of this seemingly cursed Urth. It was written in all the languages he personally knew, with there being few others prepared by his translators to be sent to those from nations he was less accustomed to in language and culture. He had stayed up late to ensure every letter was done as professionally and formal as possible. With the exceptions of two letters, one for Jørgen Bjørn and the other for his little sister Esta. He could easily text both, but some formality was needed for official invites.
Each letter had the Blåskovian and Carlist symbol on them, as they were sealed. That of a hammer with a crystal in the middle of it. The representation of the main Gustafist sub branch in Borea, and one which most Ulvriktruars on the continent followed. Though the young king was hardly the most religious man, his father had ruined spirituality in a sense, it was still something his country held as important. Though he couldn’t help but wait to get the chance to get back at the clergy of his country once he had enforced all the reforms he wanted to make. Though thoughts quickly faded as he heard his office door open, seeing the face of a little boy poke his head in.
“Pappa you doneee? I want to play with you! My new friends went to take a nap…” The boy said, giving an annoyed pout as he looked up at his father.
Wilan couldn’t help but chuckle as he stood up from his chair. “Alright, Alright. I’ll play with you for a little bit.” He said in a warm tone as he walked towards the door, easily picking up the boy as he walked out the office and towards his son’s bedroom. “But you gotta get to bed soon, hear me Eric?”
“But pappa the dragons won’t kill themselves!" The little kid put his hand up as if holding an invisible sword as he was carried by his father. “We need to go on an adventure to get rid of them! We need to genocide the dragons!”
Wilan just shook his head in amusement, his laughter echoing around the halls as he listened to his son talk about the importance of the murdering of dragons.