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HelpRe: LaRe's KUY Royal Congrats: Round 5
in reply to a message by La Reina
Monarch: Breccan Nicasio Zevi Willem Augustus (50; deceased)
Consort: Kalila Savita Whimsy [Scipio] (47)
Nephew: Tybalt Petros Uriah (23)
Daughter: Guinevere Ygraine Hyacinthe "Gwen" (19)
Monarch: Magnus Marek Idris "Max" (17)
Daughter: Sophronia Anastasia Florence "Sophie" (15) [Lysander's twin]
Son: Lysander Patrick Joachim (15) [Sophronia's twin]
Of the illustrious Royal House of: Toril
In the Kingdom of: Sidonie
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The war raged on for fifteen years. Of course, it didn't start off as a war. It began slowly, building up over a period of almost twenty years. The first two, rumors of war were all there were. Rumors and slight discomfort. But things were still working out just fine. The following three, things seemed to have wound down. Tensions were still high but war was nowhere to be seen. Tensions continued running high for nearly five years before, out of practically nowhere, war erupted between the two states. War raged for five years after. Kalila and Breccan both fought from the start, leaving the children home with a nanny. Tybalt, eighteen at the start, entered the war early on as well. Gwen entered upon turning fifteen, the required age for all combatants. Max followed suit, entering on his fifteenth birthday as well. Sophronia and Lysander never faced the choice, because the day of their birthday tragedy struck.
Sophie and Lysander were playing a celebratory game of tag through the throne room when Kalila burst through the doors, the body of her lifeless husband clutched to her chest. Falling to her knees, she dropped him in front of her awestruck children. Needless to say, "happy" was not a modifier thereafter used to describe the twins' birthday. Most celebrations were pushed to the day after starting with that.
The crown was immediately passed on in a small ceremony that day. Guinevere, as the oldest biological child of Breccan, was set to become the next ruler, but she refused. She had her mother's adventurous streak and wished to explore the universe rather than settle down. So the title passed to seventeen-year-old Magnus Marek Idris. Kalila still sits as adviser, watching on, but Max reigns. He will be a great ruler. Whispers on the street say that he may even be one of the greats. At the very least, his story will go down in history: Magnus the Great, Magnus the Young, Magnus the Kind, Magnus the Wise, Magnus the Firm, etc. The people have already begun giving him titles.
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Consort: Kalila Savita Whimsy [Scipio] (47)
Nephew: Tybalt Petros Uriah (23)
Daughter: Guinevere Ygraine Hyacinthe "Gwen" (19)
Monarch: Magnus Marek Idris "Max" (17)
Daughter: Sophronia Anastasia Florence "Sophie" (15) [Lysander's twin]
Son: Lysander Patrick Joachim (15) [Sophronia's twin]
Of the illustrious Royal House of: Toril
In the Kingdom of: Sidonie
---
The war raged on for fifteen years. Of course, it didn't start off as a war. It began slowly, building up over a period of almost twenty years. The first two, rumors of war were all there were. Rumors and slight discomfort. But things were still working out just fine. The following three, things seemed to have wound down. Tensions were still high but war was nowhere to be seen. Tensions continued running high for nearly five years before, out of practically nowhere, war erupted between the two states. War raged for five years after. Kalila and Breccan both fought from the start, leaving the children home with a nanny. Tybalt, eighteen at the start, entered the war early on as well. Gwen entered upon turning fifteen, the required age for all combatants. Max followed suit, entering on his fifteenth birthday as well. Sophronia and Lysander never faced the choice, because the day of their birthday tragedy struck.
Sophie and Lysander were playing a celebratory game of tag through the throne room when Kalila burst through the doors, the body of her lifeless husband clutched to her chest. Falling to her knees, she dropped him in front of her awestruck children. Needless to say, "happy" was not a modifier thereafter used to describe the twins' birthday. Most celebrations were pushed to the day after starting with that.
The crown was immediately passed on in a small ceremony that day. Guinevere, as the oldest biological child of Breccan, was set to become the next ruler, but she refused. She had her mother's adventurous streak and wished to explore the universe rather than settle down. So the title passed to seventeen-year-old Magnus Marek Idris. Kalila still sits as adviser, watching on, but Max reigns. He will be a great ruler. Whispers on the street say that he may even be one of the greats. At the very least, his story will go down in history: Magnus the Great, Magnus the Young, Magnus the Kind, Magnus the Wise, Magnus the Firm, etc. The people have already begun giving him titles.
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
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