[EVENT] The Rose and Her Thistle

[Dylan]

The Rose and Her Thistle

19th September 2018 AD
Bourbon Brasserie, Lucina, the Necraties, Great Morstaybishlia

Rosamund was very far out of her comfort zone; she never showed it, but today she most certainly was. It had been five years since Lord Rothgerus was killed in a jack knife road accident and she hadn’t sought after love since. The tragedy was so bad that it had horrified her for all of these years and so she had fallen into a niche of comfort within the company of her brother. The last year had been the most devastating. When Thadeus died, it tore her life apart more than ever. She had been spending a lot of time with her brother, going to events like weddings, military parades, overseas and the likes - and that ended in the most horrifying fashion ever. Seeing his lifeless, bloody carcass over her fathers is a memory that she knew would never, ever leave and that it would taunt her for the rest of her days.

She had spent a lot of time in the company of her sistren for the last year and a bit. When she was evacuated to Visteue Royal House in early June 2018, she went no days without seeing them. This such pent up femininity had fuelled her to indulge in masculinity- and love, once more. She wanted a man as her backbone, her support and her loyalty. A man who is caring, gentle and polite. A man to marry and one day settle down to bear children with. A lifelong commitment. She unfortunately had no luck in finding that person.

Rosamund and the Bourbon’s owners had arranged the conservatory space to be reserved for just them for the hour, or two, that they were going to be there for. She sat at a table of four that had only two chairs as she insisted ‘There can never be enough space to sit at’. She was early, as usual, and always had high expectations for people being on time. She was taught from a young age that being late was highly disrespectful and that you should strive to be on time at all costs. As she was watching two Dancen’s outside, the door slowly opened, and a man in a three piece brown tweed suit walked in, holding something behind his back that Rosamund couldn’t see.

“Wow,” he chuckled, his face in awe. “You’re far more beautiful in the skin.” he exclaimed. He made his way over to the Princess and kissed her hand. “Edwin Lamerthy, although you already know that.” he smiled. “I picked these especially for you from the Abbey gardens.”

The man, after kissing her hand and maintaining eye contact, put forward a bunch of white lilies. Rosamund was taken back and felt all mushy inside.

“They’re lovely! Thank you so much!” she smiled. She even understood the meaning behind the colour. “White lilies represent a new beginning, don’t they?”

“In Morst culture, yes. It’s a little different in some places overseas.”

“Let’s get some tea, I’m parched.” Rosamund commented. Not long after, a young waiter walked into the room and stopped at the side of the table.

“What would you like to order, Ma’am, Sir?”

“You like tea, Edwin?” Rosamund asked.

“Hobsti, yes.”

“Let’s have a regular teapot of hobsti tea please.”

“Yep. Of course,” the waiter paused, jotting the order down. “Anything else with that?”

“That’s all, thanks.” Rosamund ushered. The waiter hastily walked back the way he came and the two faced each other once more.

Rosamund raised a sweet, pout smile. She looked intrigued. “Tell me about yourself, Mr Lamerthy.”

Edwin looked somewhat taken back. “I… ah. Well, I’ve lived in Perdaé all of my life. I studied microbiology in Perdaé College for four years, and after my graduation I somehow found myself on the then flagship of the Morstaybishlian Navy. HMS Staynes.”

“How did you randomly come across HMS Staynes?” Rosamund laughed.

“You want the ‘I’m going to make myself look impressionable’ answer, or the ‘real’ answer?” Edwin smirked.

“Go on! I’d want to hear the real thing!” Rosamund readjusted her sitting position so that she was somewhat lent over the table.

“I… read the wrong number in a magazine advert…” he paused and Rosamund chuckled in somewhat confusion. “A Royal Navy advert was right next to a Microbiological lab advert! I accidentally went to the wrong address… and I didn’t even realise until I’d gone to the interview and got the job. I actually quite liked it once it picked up. Now, a year ago, I was promoted to Rear Admiral on the same ship.”

“That’s… quite something!” Rosamund smiled. They both looked towards the door as the waiter boy came back and put a blue-flowered china teapot on the table, along with two blue-flowered china cups and a blue-flowered milk jug of the same set. Edwin poured Rosamund a tea first, and then himself.

“Sugar?” he asked.

“I’m quite sweet already, thanks.” Rosamund replied. They both laughed as he instead picked up the milk jug.

“Milk?”

“A little more than a dash.” she noted. Intensely watching him as he poured it.

“That’s plenty!” She worriedly asserted asif he was going to turn it into a milkshake.

Edwin smiled. “So, tell me a bit about your beautiful yourself.”

Rosamund blushed. “I was born and raised in the Palace… I spent a lot of time learning all about flowers and gardening with my mother,” she paused to sip some tea. “I’ve never really had a long relationship with someone, it’s just my luck really. Instead I’ve been an advocate for woman’s rights and religious freedom from oppression around the world. I’ve been on official tours to several places…  But that’s boring stuff.”
[hr]
About three hours of talking and getting to know each other left, they’d exhausted all that they could’ve talked about and learnt about each other today.

“Thank you so much Edwin, it was lovely meeting you and I can’t wait for the next time!”

“You’re welcome,” Edwin grinned, bowing his head and kissing her hand once more. “Seeing as nobody is watching, and there’s no press…”

Before he finished, Rosamund pulled his jacket suit in towards her, went on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. Edwin was surprised, but went with it.

“I was only expecting a hug!”

“Well Mr. Lamerthy, you’ll be expecting a lot more in the future,” she winked. “I’m retiring for the evening. I’m staying in Lucina for a few more days. Do you want to meet up again?”

“We should do it a little closer to my home next time. There’s a really fancy restaurant a block away from mine. I’ll book the table and text you now that I’ve got your number.” He smiled. “Goodbye, Rose.”

“See you later Edwin.”

[Dylan]

The Rose and Her Thistle

15th January 2019 AD
Sani Bursil Royal Palace, Sani Bursil, Great Morstaybishlia

Rosamund and Edwin  had been dating now for several months in secret. There was only two people in the world that knew about it besides them; Rosamund’s parents. During early December, Rosamund and Edwin flew back to Staynes from Lucina. In the last few months they had decided to travel around the Necraties together, exploring many wonderful things. Because her father owned the protected wildlife sites in Fricticia and the Northern Isles, she and her new partner had exclusive tour access. Not very many had the privilege to, and those that did usually splashed out a lot of money. It was the best time they had spent together, as they had explored several tropical islands all with differing unique species. Their favourite was the purple-capped fruit dove, or the Frictician Fruit Dove. It was solely native to Fricticia and the surrounding Northern Isles and had a very noticeable purple line going up its head from the beak. They were very common there, and Rosamund liked them so much that she asked to take some home to her residence in Bursil.

They had stayed in five star accommodation when their private jet landed in Fort Jubrayn International Airport. They had stayed there for two days before taking flying to Sani Bursil Capital Airport. From there, they began driving to the palace and were in the back seats of a custom 2018 Cadillac Esclade.

“Are you excited to meet my family today?” Rosamund smiled. She had both of her hands on one of his.

“It is quite nerve-racking. I’m excited but nervous at the same time, but I’m sure it’ll work out.”

“It will. I promise.”
[hr]
The couple had arrived at the gates of the Royal Palace and were escorted inside by several members of the Royal Council. As they got closer to the palace itself, they noticed five figures standing at the top of the steps. Eventually, they could make up Lambertus, Rosetta, Harriet, her now closest sibling, Thomas and Celina. Rosamund paused for a minute, which startled Edwin and the members escorting them. For a brief second, she saw six people standing. She wiped away a tear as she knew that the sixth was gone.

“Are you okay?” Edwin asked.

“I- I’m fine. I just saw someone who isn’t there.”

“Oh… Okay. Shall we contin-” Edwin was interrupted by a man in a tuxedo jogging down the steps.

“So nice to see you Rosamund!” Lambertus called. Rosamund and Edwin turned to his direction. The King and his daughter embraced in a slight hug before he turned to the new man.

“I’ve heard many great things about you. Edwin, isn’t it?”

“That is correct, sir.” The two men extended their arms and shook hands.

“Bit of an unusual name, Edwin. But I like it.” Lambertus commented. He quickly began talking again. “Here, come along. I shall introduce you to my other children.”

The three walked up the steps, no longer followed or escorted by members of the Royal Council. Lambertus put his arm around Harriet, and then pointed to her, followed by Thomas then Celina.

“This is my beautiful Harriet- so grown up,” to which she blushed. “Thomas and then Celina, my youngest, and this is Rosetta, my wife,” he paused as the two women and the young Celina curtsied. Edwin and Rosetta exchanged greetings with a cheek kiss. “My eldest son isn’t with us any more.” he spoke in a more serious and severe manner.

“I’m so sorry.” Edwin muttered.

“Not to worry son. Lets all head inside, it’s quite nippy. You can meet my dear mother. Her old age means that she is no longer able to walk and is waiting for us in the dining hall.”

“Come along Celina!” Rosamund outstretched her hand, and Celina ran up to her and held it. They all made their way inside.  
[hr]
“Mother, meet Edwin. Edwin, this is my wonderful woman.”

“Hello dear.” she smiled. He bent over to greet her by a cheek kiss. “My name’s Isobel.”

“Such a nice name.” Edwin smiled.

“Thank you dear, my mother was called Isobel too. My father adored her.”

The eight of them sat around the adjusted long table, sat in the enormous dining room chamber. It was decorated with glassware for all types of drinks, as well as five pieces of cutlery; two forks, two knifes and a spoon for each head. Edwin, along with mostly everyone else was used to just using knife and fork, but he wasn’t going to comment on it. He quite liked his newly accommodated lifestyle.

“I hope you like game pie, Edwin. It’s the main course. There is of course an alternative, but I’d like you to try it.”

“I’ll try it. What’s inside?”

“Just birds. Pheasants and partridges.”

“Nice, very nice. I haven’t had game since when I was 14.”

“So, Edwin. Tell us about your wildest pasts. We’re all eager to find out a bit about you before we eat!” Rosetta smirked.

“Well,” Edwin laughed. “It’s been an interesting last few years. I was involved in a three year campaign ferrying aid to Justelvard before, during and after they joined the union.” he paused, and almost sighed with satisfaction. “I have met many amazing people, and seen many great places mostly around the Caven Sea, but it’s been tiring. I have a deep love for the work I do and I am very satisfied with what I’ve done. My commitment earn’t me promotion to Rear Admiral, something my family is very proud of.”

Lambertus had an epiphany. “Oh good heavens, I signed a congratulations letter addressed to you for your promotion and hard work.”

“So you did. It’s framed in my living room. I take great pride in it.”

“I admire you already Edwin. Lets get the ball rolling, I can see Harriet itching to prize open my champagne,” Lambertus grinned, and Harriet laughed.

It was almost preempted, as several waiter boys walked into the room each holding two bottles of different wines, champagnes and other beverages. A familiar face followed the boys in, which made Lambertus smile. It was his most trustworthy and oldest companion whom had helped in his education all those years ago. The man smiled and introduced himself as Sir Dick Jaggenmilen. He went on to open up each bottle that those requested; and most were of hobsti or grape variety. Rosamund was adamant on Edwin trying her favourite drink- Hobsti Liqueur. It was very distinct, with a creamy, spicy start and finishing with the taste of sweet hobstiberries.

A few moments later, several staff members brought in many dishes of different root vegetables, as well as a deluxe gravy sauce. Finally, two men walked in holding two dishes. When they opened them, it was game pie. The men worked to distribute the pie out evenly amongst the many dining. A toast was given by Lambertus for prosperity and happiness of those around the table, most importantly the beginning of a new relationship between Rosamund and Edwin. Rosamund smiled and reassured her new partner that he was accepted into the family. Not one person had distaste for him, and that was usually quite rare. Come the end of the day, Edwin felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulder. He had managed to not slip once, and keep his deep, vindictive and acrimonious past behind him. He was glad that it wasn’t going to be unearthed.

[Dylan]

The Rose and Her Thistle

12th February 2019 AD
Mount Kersivius, the Zycannes, on the Staynish-Caltharus border

Almost another month had passed. Rosamund and Edwin had travelled across Aurora visiting a plethora of natural wonders the continent had to offer, as well as some of the nicer cities. Whilst they had visited the Rose Gardens of Hamlen, in South Staynes, the Azure sea reefs and even visited the lost temples of the Jubrione, their favourite was going to be what came next.

The two were sat in a cable car which was climbing the largest mountain in aurora. The ski resort on Mount Kersivius was their last holiday destination before they settled down for the winter. The day was one of the hottest on record for the eastern Zycannes, just peaking 20 degrees at the foothills was enough to turn the compact snow at the base of the mountain to loose slush.

The two were a part of a larger tour which was allowed to group off once they had been given their brief. It was short, as usual.

“Let me remind you all that the temperatures up here are usually freezing. Today it’s gorgeous. It’s not often you’d have such a glaring sun at the peaks. Lest I remind you all that there is a level 2 avalanche risk today, but only in the middle levels of the mountain. All other areas are no risk as usual. Be mindful, vigilant and never loose concentration of your surroundings. Loosing concentration can be fatal. The national park is not responsible for any accidents inflicted on ones self if all the neccesary implements have been met. I hope you’ve all packed flasks of something warm. You’ll be surprised how fast the cold will sink in even in the warmth of today. See you at 
the bottom!”

“Well that was brief,” Edwin smirked, and Rosamund laughed. “Literally, ha.”

The cable car came to a halt and the group all made their ways out. They walked for a while because they were on even ground. The first out of the cable car had already begun skiing down, now it was their turn.

“Lets goooooooooo!” Rosamund shouted. Edwin followed, and before they knew it, they were picking up speed, fast. Five miles an hour. Ten, twenty, thirty.

“Wooooohooooooo!” Edwin hollered in exuberance.

“This! Is! So! Fun!” Rosamund bellowed to try and get his attention. “I’m going to go faster!” She knew how the athletes posed, so she copied them. Before she knew it she was going over fifty miles an hour. She was screaming with excitement. This is the most fun she had ever had in her life. Edwin’s warnings of wisdom were blurred out as she continued going faster. She slowed down a little bit once she came closer to some rocky outlets, weaving in between. When it was clear, she set back into her athletic self. She quickly glanced behind herself to try and spot Edwin and then mumbled to herself a few things but it wasn’t made out by anyone. Nobody was around her. In this moment, she didn’t have the pressure from the media, no responsibilities in her family, her country or her own reputation. She was so engrossed in her excitement she did the one thing the tour guide said not to do. Loose concentration.

Rosamund was on the steep middle range slopes. These are where avalanches happen. She remembered him saying it and then laughed.

“It won’t happen to me.”

She looked around again and saw no Edwin. But what she saw froze her in her tracks. A small but even so, deadly as they come avalanche. It looked like it was around a couple hundred meters long and contained enough snow to bury her. She had to act fast. It was coming closer and closer, but she could not move.

“What are you doing!” her tour guide shouted. “Move!”

But she couldn’t, and he was way too far away from her. She just stood there in awe. Suddenly, something jolted her arm. It was as if the avalanche hit early, because the impact came in hard. The force kind of flung her backwards, but she didn’t fall over as she was being held. Her confusion set to rest as she saw Edwin.

“Ride with me! Don’t stop, don’t look back!” Edwin shouted. She took off at his pace.

When they were clear of the danger, and the small avalanche had passed, the relief on both of their faces were very much apparent. They shrugged it off by laughing.

“You were so close to dying!”

“I know!” Rosamund laughed. Edwin laughed. “It was fun though.”

After a slight pause and a little look around by Edwin, he returned his gaze to Rosamund. “Quick, come on. Lets go to that rocky outlet over there. We can sit down and have a drink.”

“Good idea.”
As the two set their gear down and removed their skis from their boots, they found a comfortable sitting position. Whilst sorting their stuff out, there was no conversation. Edwin passed the flask to Rosamund, who opened it, filled the cap and starting sipping. Normally by now, Edwin would begin blurting out some funny joke, or telling some ebullient story about how he has rode an Antipodean Opaleye. Rosamund tried to catch his stare, but it was firmly forward.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I’m fine… I’ve been thinking…”

“What?” she asked again. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes… Yes of course… I don’t mean anything like that. Just… Okay. I’m going to need you to turn around and face the direction of the avalanche until I say.”
Confused, she obliged. She screwed the flask lid and turned around. A few moments passed and he said nothing.

“Can I turn around now?” she asked, no response. “Edwin?”

A few more moments passed and it was dead silent. She started to worry and quickly turned around. She almost instantly burst into tears. She gasped, her hands on her mouth whilst crying. Edwin was on one knee, holding a beautiful diamond ring before her. She knew what words came next.

“Will you marry me?”

No words could come out of her mouth, for she was shocked. She just collapsed into a hug around him. She faintly whispered yes.
[hr]
the evening, 15th January 2019 AD
Sani Bursil Royal Palace, Sani Bursil, Great Morstaybishlia

The meals had ended. The families had all begun retiring to their rooms. Rosamund was waiting for Edwin to follow, but he ushered her on, promising to follow right 
behind in a few minutes. Rosamund obliged. It was now only Edwin and Lambertus in the room.

Lambertus had stayed to help clear up a few of the glasses with the staff. He mainly did it to finish his drink and to keep the bottle of unfinished champagne. He turned around to leave, startled by Edwin standing behind him.

“Good heavens boy. You scared me,” Lambertus laughed. “What is it?”

“Can I speak to you in private?” he suggested, looking at the staff near them as a hint he wanted the conversation to be completely secret.

"Yes of course. Follow me. Lambertus led him down the corridor and into his own living space. He set down the suit jacket he was wearing on the coat hanger.

“I’ve fallen in love with your daughter.”

Lambertus chuckled. “I can see that.” he stopped, noting how serious Edwin was. He didn’t give any facial expressions or thoughts away, but he knew where this was leading.

“Your daughter is the most special person I have ever met. She’s the only person I’ve ever thought about being with for the rest of my life. I really enjoyed meeting you sir, and your family today. I find them all fascinating and very fun to be around. Anyway. Rosamund and I are touring a few more places in the next month. I was wondering if I have your blessing in marriage.”

Lambertus put his outstretched left hand on Edwin’s shoulder. He held his hand out and they shook hands. Edwin’s eyes lit up and looked at Lambertus’s.

“You have my blessing, son.”

[Dylan]

The Rose and Her Thistle

15th February 2019 AD
Sani Bursil Royal Palace Admin Office

Furious keyboard typing.

“…and there we go.”

The admin for the Royal Court had just sent telegrams to all friendly countries around the world inviting their royalties and leading dynasties to the wedding. Whilst political leaders were previously exempt from attending royal weddings, on this occasion, the Princess allowed it.

“Whilst I have a set idea of who is going, I can’t wait to meet all of the new people from around the world that I have extended my invite to.”

With the day looming in the next few months, the couple wondered who will reply to their telegram. Time will be the answer.

[King_Rico]

January 15th, 2019
Royal Palace Of Kuthernurg

The day was just getting started in Kuthernburg inside the Press office getting ready to have the first press meeting as the email came through breaking news for the morning, Kuthernburg Press Secretary Gudvardur Buisson was surprised to hear of the wedding from the Foreign Secretary. While still being a freshie to the job he was well aware of the incident involving Rosamund husband so to see her trying to move forward was good news, he quickly hopped up walking into the busy hallway corridor towards the press room where the press was lined up and waiting already as he waved and stood to the podium.

“Ok today’s agenda so far are pretty simple, the President has stated that he will continue to push for the Parliament and Congress to pass Resolution 11920 for a new Welfare act. This would allow for non-citizens who plan on becoming a citizen and has stayed in the nation longer than 60 days to be able to receive the same benefits as the average citizen does, the president is confident that the bill will be passed soon.” Gudvardur spoke before being interrupted by a reporter.

“Any words on the plan for a wedding for Princess Rosamund? I got word from sources that the current Queen Aderyn is a very close companion of Rosamund being that they are cousins, will Kuthernburg be attending?” the reporter asked letting off a Smirk in the face.

“Well, this is the first I have heard of this so let’s not feed off rumors shall we Patricia, but I can neither confirm or deny if Kuthernburg would attend. Furthermore, the personal life of Her Majesty and the Princess is none of your immediate concern” Gudvardur replied waving off the True rumor, the press were like animals they feed on everything he thought in the back of his head.

About 20 minutes later Gudvardur was done with the briefing and was heading back through the busy castle hallways as usual, when Her Majesty appeared in the hallway walking through fiercely as always. They had given her the nickname of Lady of the west as she was seen as a person who truly understood western doctrine and when you look at her you saw what it meant to be a true Kuthern. Nonetheless, she was a very humble person so as she tapped him on the shoulder to high five him it wasn’t anything unusual.

“Killed it out there, let’s try to keep my cousin private life on the low without ridding freedom of the press. But yes we will be attending, so be ready to head to the UK in a couple of months for a wedding” she said jokingly before carrying on down the hallway.

[Emjay]

— Begin quote from ____

Office of the Empress of the Sovereign Empire & Associated States of East Malaysia
The Department of Foreign Affairs & Diplomacy

With deep regrets I have to report that due to the ongoing elections within our country for Prime Emperor that no member of the Jung Imperial Family will be able to attend this event. I therefore have directed the Grand Dowager Empress, Amanda Bishop, to be sent in my stead to act as the official representative of the Imperial Jung Family.

Glendale Jung, Empress of East Malaysia,

— End quote

[Sammy23]

Good evening,

I’m Areuína Carrenéias, the Prime Minister of New Leganés, and I have received your invitation to the wedding. I cannot attend the event, as National Elections will take place the next month, but Ladéma Ormáns, Delegate of the Prime Minister, will be there instead of me. The 7 Cukish Deputies will attend as well.

May you have an unforgettable wedding and may your love last in the memory of the future generations.

[Vultuca]

Good Day,

We are here to inform that President Toeve has received your invitation and Will accept the request to the wedding,

President Toeve with his Wife, First Lady Toeve will be attending.

Signed,

Arnold Spuraztan,

Masceolan Foreign Affairs Department

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[Tuva]

(OOC: I’m just gonna post a quick letter from Sofiya of Rijelv)

To Princess Rosamund,

I am pleased to hear that you are getting married! I humbly accept your invitation to attend your wedding!

Yours,

Empress Sofiya of Rijelv

[Escade]

— Begin quote from ____

From the Desk of King Gabriel, Island of Mirrors.

Royal Princess Valeria will attend the wedding on behalf of  the Ruling Family of Meri-Laulu.

Best wishes to the bride and groom!

— End quote

[Asendavia]

Greetings,

I am writing you to inform you that the entire immediate royal family and a few others shall be attending the wedding. This includes the Kaiser, his wife, his 4 children, his wife’s brother, and his own brother. We thank you most sincerely for the invitation.

Yours truly,

Viktor Zharkov, Minister of Foreign Diplomacy

[Ember]

March 18, 2019 SD
Poole Residence, Aura, Emberwood Coast

“Babe, fancy mail. Looks important.”

Nimona shuffled across the small kitchen’s worn linoleum and dragged the tablet across the table towards herself. It was open to official message from Sani Bursil. Not every day you just get an email from Staynes.

“A wedding.”

“A what? I didn’t read it.”

“Fancy royal wedding. You’ll need a new dress babe.” She set the tablet back down and walked over to her wife, still mostly asleep next to her cup of coffee.

“Why, I like my old one. It’s my favorite color.” Coraline grumbled and gripped at the air in the direction her coffee. “It’s not like it’s a fashion show.”

“You lost like 20 pounds since you wore it. It’ll look baggy, babe.”

“Nuh-uh. I don’t look different.” She murmured into the table.

“Babe, come on. We have a little extra money, you deserve to look nice.” Nimona kissed the top of her wife’s head and picked the tablet back up to respond.

“Ugh. You’re so mushy. But I want to buy it online, I hate the high-roller place you always take me to.”

“Deal. I’ll RSVP for us.”

“'Kay. Remember your checkup is the Monday before it, I’m not gonna let you skip another one.”

“Drink your coffee, sweetheart.”

— Begin quote from ____

To the Royal Palace Office of Great Morstaybishlia

We are happy to accept this invitation, and look forward to meeting the happy couple. Please extend them our congratulations on their engagement!

The President and her wife will be in attendance.

From the desk of Nimona Poole
President, Emberwood Coast

— End quote

[Norgsveldet]

5th April, 2019 AD
Osfjord, Royal Palace

Olav having gone through the papers and mails he have recently gotten, finds an letter that he did not think he would ever get. Opening the letter with his sword like letter opener, he reads through the content of the letter. “Intresting…” Olav says to himself while stratching his beard
“What’s intresting?” Olav’s daughter Ingrid says behind him, scaring him while at it.
“Good lord! You almost scared me half to death!” Olav says loudly as he straighten tie.
“Sorry… i did not mean to scare you!” Ingrid says apologetically, her ears lowered. “It’s fine sweetie you did not mean it” Olav says while petting Ingrid’s ears. “Dad stop petting me! I’m not a little girl anymore!” Ingrid says while pouting. “For me you will always be my little girl” Olav says with an smile
“So what is so intresting?” Ingrid says curiously. “Well I have just gotten invited into an royal wedding” says while showing of the letter to his daughter.
“Oh can i come?” Ingrid Ask eagerly wanting having never been to an royal wedding before.
“Well I was planning on going with your mother, but she is sadly right now sick so you can gladly join m-” Olav start saying before getting interupted by a hug from his daughter
“Thanks Dad!” Ingrid says loudly while huging her father tight.
Olav hugs back laughing at the antics of his daughter. “No problem, now get some sleep, young lady! It’s getting late!”

After saying goodnight to Ingrid, Olav start to make an response to the letter

'To princess Rosamund

It’s a pleasure to get invited to your wedding, me and my daughter will gladly attend your wedding.

From King Olav I of Norgsveldet

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[Dylan]

The Rose and Her Thistle

25th February 2019 AD
Sani Bursil Royal Palace

Rosamund and Edwin were in a heated topic for where their honeymoon should be. Edwin wanted something temperate and milder in temperature but Rosamund was adamant she wanted Blueacia. It was her favorite place to visit as a teenager and she loved how hot the sun was in that part of the world. Eventually Edwin gave in, prompting the young princess to find out exactly where they would go. She walked out of their quarters and through the several corridors until she got to her fathers living room. She gently knocked fast twice, with a pause for the third one. It was her standard knocking rhythm.

“Come in Rosamund, I’m just watching the news in Vothetria. It’s not looking good.”

Rosamund was careful to open the door and close it behind her.

“I was just looking for the phone directory so I can call your brother.”

“Vermillius?” Lambertus chuckled. “In that case darling, just past the mantelpiece, its on the third shelf next to the er, giant golden rose statue.”

“Remind me why you have that ugly thing again?”

“It was a gift from your grandmother for mine and your mothers wedding. She won’t like it if she heard that, and let me remind you she is only in the other room!” he said reminiscently.

“What was that hun?” Rosetta called, coming from the bathroom.
“Nothing dear,” he called, before looking at Rosamund’s quite obvious confusion. “Oh, dammit, let me show you.” he stood up walking to a laughing Rosamund. “It’s this one, that is my diary.” he took the book she was holding and replaced it with the one he was holding. “See? ‘Telephone Directory’. Not ‘Personal Diary’” he said, underling the first with his finger.

“Thanks pops!” Rosamund briskly walked out of the room and through the winding corridors which were filled with pictures of Kings and Queens of Great Morstaybishlia over the ages. She stopped at Rosamund II’s portrait. She looked over her beauty, which reflected herself according to her father. Satisfied, she continued to her quarters. She sat down on the bed and took up her phone. She opened the first few pages, landing on a name she continues to be reminded of.

“His name is there, Edwin.” she said solemnly.

“Whose?” he called back.

“Who do you think. I need to remind father that he is no longer here.”

“I’m so sorry.” Edwin walked over and put her arm around her. After embracing his presence, she flicked the pages until she got to the right page.

“Vermillius.” she typed in his name on her dial pad and the phone began to ring.
[hr]
Prince Vermillius was enjoying his day in the Palace Gardens, especially at the side of the pool with a few of his children and his 2nd wife Princess Arianna. He was playing with the two children he and Arianna got the 15 year old Alessandro and the 14 year Angelique, also was he enjoying the company of his 1 year old grand child who was renamed to his honor.

His old son Daylano who is the father of young Vermillius was watching both his father and hid son as he was at the long part of the pool keeping up his condition. 
After some time one of the clerks asked if Vermillius wouldn’t mind to come with him and look at some of the possible presents for the wedding of Rosamund and Edwin. Vermillius came out of the pool. Kissed his wife took a towel and dried him off a bit and then walked with the clerk to a room where a variety of different presents were stalled and for the Prince to choose from. After an hour or so of good looking his choice was a painting of a silhouette of 2 people looking at a sunset on a beach.

“This is the present we will give Rosamund and Edwin from the people of Blueacia, as from us a family I amd my wife have decided on something but we won’t talk with you about it.” Vermillius said. “Well I’ll be off at the pool agian before we get to dinner.” Then he walked out of the room.

When Vermillius was back at his family and sitting next to his wife at the side of the pool the clerk came back with a phone.

“Sir it’s your niece Rosamund, of Great Morstaybishlia, she wanted to talk to you.”

“Well of course, speaking of the devil!”

“Hiya Uncle Milli. I hope you have received the invitation for my wedding in the  next few months! I just wanted to call you in regards to coming to Blueacia for our honeymoon!” Rosamund said. You could tell from the other end of the phone that she was smiling.

“Hey Rosa girl, how are you doing? guess you must be excited for the wedding. I still remember you playing here with your family. you’ve grown up quick. You want to have the honeymoon here, how nice of you! Is there anything you need from me in that regard?”

“Yes Uncle, I want to be able to have full confidence in Edwin wanting to pick Blueacia. What is there that to do that I can tell him about? What is there to visit?”

“Hmmm, there are different things to do. It also has to do what he likes doing. For example is he more a cultural guys, then it would be an idea to follow some of the tours in old and important buildings, also it would be an idea to climb the leaning tower of Âldehouw. Is he more the sporting type of guys, why not try our ice-skating stadium or the circuit in de dunes. Maybe he is more the natural type of guy. Then why not go to the national park, or go diving at the coral reefs surrounding the island. Lastly of course Blueacia is known for the casinos, why not take a look there?”

“Aw amazing! Definitely casinos and diving. I’ve never gone ice skating before! Edwin!”

A noise from the bathroom.

“Yeeeeeeees?”

“Want to climb the leaning tower of Âldehouw when we’re in Blueacia?”

“YEEEEEES!”

“Leaning tower as well Uncle.” Rosamund chucked.

“Maybe you can find some things I haven’t named yet. But I can’t arrange things for you if you understand, you need to make the reservations yourself. Also I am wondering where are you going to stay for the honeymoon? In your family’s house here or in a normal hotel?”

“Okay Uncle, and we would like to have our family’s house to ourselves on our honeymoon.” she paused. “We could arrange things with you and your children in the time we’re in Blueacia!”

“Is he around then?”

“Yes!” Rosamund proclaimed. She ran down through her quarters to her fathers, and knocked. A noise from within told her to enter, and so she did. “Father, I have Vermillius on the phone if you’d like to speak to her.”

“Ah yes! Pass it here then,” he asked as the phone changed hands. “Hello Mill.”

“Hey Lambertus, congratulations with your daughter and your soon to be son-in-law. You must be happy too.”

“Thank you so much Vermillius. It means so much to me that my daughter has finally found a companion. I actually had been meaning to invite you to a pre-wedding family meal the day before the special event, on behalf of Rosamund and Edwin of course.”

“I would love to come, I hope I can get the whole family so far to come for the meal. I know they all come for the wedding at least. It  would be fine to spend some time with you again, it was a long time ago.”

“I remember those days. We shall keep in touch, but until then.” Lambertus commented.

“Till then my cousin, and good luck next few weeks.”

Lambertus put the phone down and passed it back to Rosamund.

“I cannot wait for the wedding!” he smiled gleefully.

[Pagi]

(OOC: whoops, forgot I hadn’t replied to this lel)

— Begin quote from ____

To Princess Rosemund and Cnicus, Sani Bursil Royal Palace

We are flattered to receive your invitation and will be glad to attend your wedding; we wish you the fullest congratulations for your engagement!

Best wishes,

Leon and Chloe Jolva

— End quote

[PunnyShadow]

Greetings from the Balistrian Kingdom,

As weddings are the universal symbol of love and unity in my homeland, our family was thrilled to recieve your invitation to such an idealized wedding.

In addition to my attendance, my wife and daughter will accompany me to offer our gifts to the newly weds.

I look forward for a beautiful celebration to be remembered years from now.

Sincerely,

King Abdul al-Ayoub

[Dylan]

The Rose and Her Thistle

23rd April 2019 AD
Sani Bursil Royal Palace, Sani Bursil, Great Morstaybishlia

The Princess and her several female family members were in the Throne Room. Heeding the advice of her mother and beloved grandmother Isobel, she had managed to dwindle her dress choices to three. This was the first time in over one hundred years that the royal bride-to-be actually had a choice in what she wore to the wedding- the bride usually had to wear what the former queen or queen consort wore- and it was woven into normality. The dress in question is what Rosamund’s mother Rosetta and her mother Isobel wore, and if Rosamund had a future female heir then she would have also worn it, but it was destroyed during a fire that spread through the palace a few years ago. It was not the only thing that was destroyed - important outfits that belonged to the King, expensive paintings depicting the beautiful Queen Rosamund II and Queen Florence and irreplaceable memorabilia of the Royal Estate.

Luckily she had lots of people to help her choose the right one. She had three choices and eight people there to put her mind at rest. Her mother had extended the invitation to their cousins from Kuthernburg, but they were yet to arrive; Naomi II who had resumed her position as Queen after a long illness, and her two daughters, one of whom had helmed the throne in her absence but has since stepped down. Aderyn and Charlotte. Rosamund had her mother, grandmother, and two sisters.

Aderyn and Naomi had not seen each other in some time. Running a kingdom was one of the things young Aderyn had in her mind since the beginning of adulthood. But nonetheless, she took it with pride so to have the crown returned she could finally spend more time with her favorite cousins, Charlotte and Rosamund. When she got the invite to come down and help pick out the dress, she held no hesitance, hopping on the royal jet as fast as she could given that she had to go through dozens of guards and what not nowadays. Arriving in Great Morstaybishlia to the beautiful ever-evolving scenery and memorable statues and fountains was always a treat. Besides the Oan Isles, Great Morstaybishlia was like a second home for her. She managed to arrive just on time it seemed as Charlotte had arrived just an hour before her.

“I need a faster jet,” she mumbled under her lips as she exited her aircraft and headed to the palace.

Charlotte’s arrival, on the other hand, was a little more complicated than Aderyn’s. She ran a nation which didn’t wait till after a wedding to run itself, so she had to put in an order for the Vice President to run the nation until she could overcome her personal problem that could affect how she properly ran the nation, so the media was told at least, her leaving was to go and visit family in Great Morstaybishlia to help overcome her issue. Charlotte was a pretty good actor so when the media spotted her leaving during the night she was faking slight teariness, it did though make for good pictures. Her flight was not actually much faster than her cousin she just knew how to plan better than the other, she would be already at the Palace awaiting the slow coaches arrival.

Aderyn entered her car in the middle of the motorcade looking out the window,

“So So pretty, it’s like leaving the modern world that Luthernburg has, and going back to a time when this culture ruled the world.” She thought to herself as they passed a statue.

Aderyn was a history lover, she often traveled around the NSTO nations looking at all the ancient aspects, Great Morstaybishlia though was always at the top of her list for its rich history and remnants of times gone by. About 20 minutes into the ride she arrived at the palace, being escorted by a unit of the Jomsgard through the large gates and over to the entrance to the building. A loud knock hit the door as she waited patiently for someone to answer.

The family was discussing one of the dresses when a maid knocked on the chambers large door. Rosetta scurried to receive a message and was even faster in shouting across the room what was happening. The Kuthern’s had finally arrived. A few minutes later, the three entered the chamber, being escorted by a different maid. Both the Morsts and their distant relatives greeted one another in proper fashion, but that was scrapped when Aderyn gave Rosamund a massive hug. So much for tradition.

Charlotte watched as Aderyn came in and ignored the most basic of traditions as it was what made Kutherns so unique in their own rights. Nonetheless, Charlotte couldn’t help but come in for a hug herself.

“Oh, I missed you guys so much!” Aderyn said excitedly as she let go leaning back.

“Well you know your not far from me not sure how I don’t see you often!” Charlotte replied joking.

“Yeah Aderyn, we’ve missed you so much!” Rosamund said, quite sarcastically, before laughing her head off and apologising. “We have missed you all so much.”

Aderyn giggled she was used to Rosamund, it’s how she became her favorite cousin alongside Charlotte.

“So I heard you were having a hard time picking a dress out, you’ve called the right Northerners to help you decide then,” Aderyn said winking at her before busting out laughing.

Charlotte laughed before replying, “Ha! I’m in the southern part of Atlantia sweetie thank you”

Rosetta ushered the group towards a table that had a pot of stewing tea and some beautiful rose bone china cups.

“Hobsti anyone? Extra mature, the best.”

Little Celina was going through a stage in her life where she discovered hobsti tea. She was completely obsessed.

“Yes, please! Yes, please! Yes please!” she said.

“Bless her,” Harriet laughed. “Yes please mother.”

“Count me in,” Rosamund chuckled. They all looked at the Kutherns.

Charlotte looked to Aderyn giggling she very rarely drink tea it wasn’t a big thing in Nacata but she wouldn’t turn down a cup of Hobsti tea.

“Extra Sugar please!”

Aderyn also was like Charlotte- she wasn’t a big tea drinker not regular tea at least, in a nation where the green was everywhere she learned of the good taste and side effects. Still, she would take some as well as not even that kind of tea could beat some homemade Hobsti Tea.

“Yes, same as Charlotte.”

“Okay darlings, here you go,” Rosetta said as she poured the drinks. “Enjoy at your own pace.” she smiled.

The group naturally drifted towards the dresses that were covered by large linen blankets. As they were drinking from their cups, Rosetta pulled the linen away from one of the dresses.

“Alas girls. The first dress.”

Aderyn and Charlotte looked in awe at how beautiful the dress was, it was nice to start your own traditions and now Rosamund will have something special to pass down to her children.

“Oh, this is beautiful Rosamund. I never knew you had such good taste” Aderyn giggled standing next to the Princess.

“Thank you cus. I’m just so unsure and can’t make my mind up.” Rosamund blushed.

“Well, there is no better way to find out then to try it on. Duh.” Charlotte said touching the dress feeling how soft it was.

Aderyn looked at Rosamund, “Yesssss I can’t wait to see how the dress fits you!”

“Okay. Wait here.” Rosamund was careful to remove the dress from the mannequin and gently strode behind the folding screen in the corner. Once she had the dress on, she ushered her mother in to tie the back up and make sure everything was comfortable. Rosamund walked out and did a little twirl, the dress picking up off the floor a bit.

“What do you think?” she smiled charismatically.

“Oh, I love it!” Harriet said happily.

”Workkkk it! That’s my o’so fine cousin” Charlotte said smiling in excitement as she walked up taking a closer look alongside Aderyn.

Rosamund had a hint of blush in her cheeks but smiled and twirled again.

“Okay. Let’s see the second dress.” Rosamund walked over to the second dress, unveiled it, to a response less hyped than the last. Despite this, she showed no hesitation in wanting to try it on. Again, she walked behind the folding screen in the corner this time accompanied by her mother as she needed to take the first dress off. Rosetta hung the first one and laced it around the first mannequin. She walked behind the screen, and after a moment, the two emerged. The young Celina was quick to judge.

“I don’t like that one Rose.”

“Now now, Celina,” Rosetta said. “This one looks nice on you.”

”Ehhh, I mean it’s not ugly but they could have added a little more texture to it. It’s not fit for your marriage” Aderyn said shaking her head.

“At least your honest. I quite like it but I don’t like the shoulders compared to the other.”

“Now girls, this third dress is one Rosamund hasn’t seen. So Rosamund…” Rosetta produced a blindfold. Everyone in the room laughed hysterically and Rosamund blushed, her cheeks as red as a rose.

“That’s why you’re called Rosamund.” Harriet said, followed by laughter.

Rosamund put the blindfold on and Rosetta put four fingers up in front of her.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” she asked.

“How am I supposed to know, I’m blindfolded!” Rosamund replied, followed by laughter.

Rosetta pulled the linen sheet from the third mannequin. Everyone was in awe.

“Oh Rosetta, it’s… beautiful!” Naomi proclaimed, and it was generally agreed upon. Rosamund gave a sigh, she wanted to see it.

“Come along Rose, hold my hand.”

Rosetta, with Rosamund’s hand was guided to behind the folding screen one last time. They took longer to dress as the princess was blindfolded.

“Ow!” Rosamund cried, and those the other side of the screen laughed. Rosamund was again guided by her mother’s hand to the mini crowd.

“It’s stunning.” little Celina said.

“That is the right one, I don’t care what you say Rose.” Harriet said.

“Yes!! This is the one right here, it’s perfect she has to wear it!”Aderyn said looking to her mother and Charlotte.

“Well, technically I liked the first one… buuut, this is growing on me possibly because anything you wear looks 100 times better anyways” Aderyn said giggling.

“It’s the perfect dress, for a beautiful princess,” Naomi said smiling.

“I haven’t even seen it yet!” Rosamund laughed. Rosetta ushered her to a large mirror.

“Here goes!” she said as she took her daughters blindfold off.

“Oh it’s wonderful!” Rosamund cried with glee. She promptly hugged her mother and thanked all of her cousins and two siblings for coming. She was so happy, she almost skipped back to the folding screen to return to her usual dress. The Kutherns were delighted for her- in fact everyone was. Rosetta was surprised how quick it took for her daughter to say yes to the dress.

In three days time it would be Lambertus’s 47th birthday. The Kuthern’s were already invited to the party. They were to stay in Great Morstaybishlia till the wedding.

[Emjay]

Imperial SG-One

International Airspace, Morstaybishlian Sea

Grand Dowager Empress Amanda Bishop was very old by Peregrin standards but looked like a woman in her early 70s to an untrained human eye. The “thirsting” had not struck her just yet so she figured she would keep on living and continue her imperial duties until Aza called to her home. She was a little hesitant to accept Empress Jung’s request to attend a foreign royal wedding due to her age and the publicity that can follow it as most people have only read about her in history books as she traveled very little in the past five years and preferred to tend to her garden.

She looked out of the window as she could see where the aircraft was still over the sea but land was within view. It wouldn’t be long before they arrived at Air East Malaysia’s Sani Bursil Capital Airport terminal. She had already seen on her phone that due to her arrival all Air East Malaysia flights had been delayed that she would run into a crowd of onlookers. It was nice to be able to fly in “Imperial One,” as the “SG” or special guest but the only downside was you still had to land at a commercial airport but it was better than flying first class, which caused her to smile.

She remembered when she went somewhere and flew first class without telling Empress Jung nor talking all of her guards how upset she was and since then she had to always take the biggest and best aircraft of East Malaysia. She understood her concerns because during her reign as Empress she survived a failed assassination attempt that has given her a slight limp and she uses a black and chrome walking staff with a dragon that sits on the top with a black diamond in its mouth. The sad thing about not being Empress and still being alive is the lack of colors you can dress in because you could only pick white, black or gray so she decided on a white long sleeve dress today, various shades of black and white throughout her stay then sparkling gray for the wedding because the traditional black for a Peregrin wedding was some sort of bad omen.

[Ongeaux]

Voskakova, Valokchia
13:54
17 February 2019

Viktor Meri took a sip from his half-empty glass of flat champagne, sitting in an ornamental recliner, a friend of his sitting across from him, invited to his palace situated on the river that meandered through the capital. Mostly have been discussing over the banter in parliament, their personal lives, woodworking, and alternative music, a day to take off as Viktor had been dealing with the stress of a politician tasked with leading a country. Just having been sworn in has prime minister at the start of the year, and turning 40 years old in September, he has a country at his hands and the feelings of becoming old. The few seconds of awkward silence were interrupted when a secretary of his had entered the room with a delicately folded envelope,

“Prime Minister, we have a telegram sent from Morstaybishlia, forwarded to you.” He says, Viktor standing up to adjust his frames, gently taking the envelope to open it with regard for not accidentally ripping the paper. Once finally fumbling with the paper and with the letter out, he read it as an invitation for a royal wedding down in Aurora, it was his first opportunity at an international trip, growing a little anxious at the thought of being around people holding high political positions just like he is currently, he gave the letter back to the secretary.
“Awesome, Let me just forward my response to it tomorrow and we’ll be golden.” He responds, then taking it back,
“Wouldn’t it be a good time to do it now?” The secretary asks as a recommendation, Viktor takes a seat back down,
“I’m taking the day off.” Viktor responds, “I’ve had so much to do over the last week, no 24 hour cool down I might end up having a stroke!” He mumbles out. “But, yeah, I’ll be attending the wedding.” He follows out in the same coherent mumble, the black suited secretary nods at his words, walking away as Viktor continues conversing with his friend.

[Emjay]

[right]April 23rd, 2019[/right]
Sani Bursil Capital Airport

Air East Malaysia Flight 2041

“I wonder why we so many delays are happening right now. I can’t believe we’re going to miss our connecting flight. I wish they would give us a little more detail,” Marcus Park said to his wife as they were waiting to land so they could take the next flight to Iseul. They were on their way back home after a seven day and night sightseeing tour of various cities and landmarks of Great Morstaybishlia. They continued to talk about their trip until they heard a ding from the PA system from the plane’s captain, “Attention ladies and gentlemen. We will be able to land shortly but if you look to your left you will have an opportunity of seeing Imperial One in the air.”

Air East Malaysia Terminal

Marissa Longhorn was walking past the Air East Malaysia Terminal when the boarding time was updated that she could board her flight to Tarov, Tivot from a business trip and it perked her interests if perhaps a idol group might be about to land due to the large crowd until she seen a large airliner landing with “The Sovereign Empire of East Malaysia” on its side. She did a quick search from her phone to see if she would get an opportunity to see someone important until she read who was coming. Causing her to turn around and walk away from the terminal where she could avoid the crowd and thinking to herself, ‘I wouldn’t want to meet a Bishop if my life depended on it.’

Imperial SG-One

Amanda Bishop stropped for a moment to straightened her gray silk riband with her royal symbols that she wore over her simple long sleeve white dress, matching silver shoes and handbag before she continued to walk down the passenger boarding bridge. As usual whenever she went anywhere she was flanked by Imperial Guard which annoyed her but after the last time she left the family compound to play Chess without them they added more of them. Her Chief Imperial Guard tired to get her flight path changed but she used her privilege to leave early to have a week long road trip to the wedding so that she can see how much the country had changed since her last visit that seemed like a lifetime ago now was a much more formal event. She could see the people awaiting her arrival to take pictures at the security barriers that had been put up, which she loved interacting with the people, but it was the press that was another story.