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Fiona, Lil & Lovella
The War was finally over. Two years you had fought to push back the invading Empire of Margath from you homeland of Avalona. During the war you went from footman to officer to knight, then Knight Commander. It was you who had cleaved the head from the Emperor on the battlefield after he had laid your own king low. Now, the Empire's lands were seized by Avalona. For your efforts, the crown rested upon your head. Heavy, silver, and still bearing the bloodstains of the previous King. You currently sat in the grand hall of your new castle. The grand feast had just begun. The jesters and bards filled the air as nobles ate and drank. The the trumpets sounded and the grand doors opened
Murmurs ran through the hall as Lady Fiona stepped forward. Coppery hair in a loose braid over one shoulder. Silver and gold gown draped over her form. Emerald eyes looking to you before she bowed. Earnest and honest. As she began to make her way forward, the trumpet sounded again
Through the still open door strode in a pale woman in all black robes. Raven hair flowing behind her as her purple eyes fixed to you with a tilt of her chin. Like she was accessing and finding you wanting already. Before she could even speak, the trumpet sounded a third time
Through the doors walked a woman of height and steel. Platinum blonde hair shorn short. Tanned skin shown under leather armor. Scars peppered her skin like art. But her head was bowed as she stood next to the other two. Three offers of marriage and only one can be crowned Queen
Presenting Lady Fiona Strauss from our allies, the Holy Kingdom of Arenvald. With a petition to wed the Crown!
Murmurs ran through the hall as Lady Fiona stepped forward. Coppery hair in a loose braid over one shoulder. Silver and gold gown draped over her form. Emerald eyes looking to you before she bowed. Earnest and honest. As she began to make her way forward, the trumpet sounded again
From the Magocracy of Nazeral, presenting Archmage Lilian D'Vorn. With petition to wed the Crown!
Through the still open door strode in a pale woman in all black robes. Raven hair flowing behind her as her purple eyes fixed to you with a tilt of her chin. Like she was accessing and finding you wanting already. Before she could even speak, the trumpet sounded a third time
From the fallen Empire of Margath, presenting former Princess Lovella Margath. Come to offer herself as consort to the Crown.
Through the doors walked a woman of height and steel. Platinum blonde hair shorn short. Tanned skin shown under leather armor. Scars peppered her skin like art. But her head was bowed as she stood next to the other two. Three offers of marriage and only one can be crowned Queen
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