#lady charlette

[lenniharrisonsims]

Newcrest Royal Family Returns Home in Triumph

Finally back in Newcrest after their long exile, the Colona Royal Family made their way triumphantly to New Moon Palace during an elaborate military parade!

The first carriage down the street carried Princess Isabella Humphrey, Dowager Duchess of Whitland, her son, Lorenzo Humphrey, the new Duke of Whitland, and the Princess' father, Prince Widower Alfonso Colona.

The little family seemed in high spirits, despite only just recently leaving mourning for the late Duke Wendelin. It was also a cheering sight for the people of Newcrest to see the Prince Widower, who had been staying with Dowager Tsarina Nadia in Glimmerbrooke during his exile, and became a bit of a recluse. Many were wondering if he was okay.

The youngest of the royal quadruplets, Princess Francesca came down the street next, with her wife, Olive Colona, Duchess of Hazel Hills, and their children- Lady Contessina Colona, and the Right Honorable Miss Astrid and Master Anders Colona.

Astrid and Anders were adopted during the exile, when the Princess and Duchess were living with the Duchess' parents in Evergreen Harbor. This will be their very first time in Newcrest! Miss Astrid was also wearing a darling little coat and beret to match her big sister, Lady Contessina.

Next up the street was Princess Adriana and her husband, Major General Samson Glenn, as well as their children, Lady Charlette and Cosimo Glenn, Earl of Wildridge.

Now that the war is over, perhaps the Major General will begin to use his title of Marquess instead, but we doubt it. He comes from a long line of proud military men- his father Antione Glenn was also Major General in the Imperial Military. Major General Glenn's appearnance on the street also marks the first of the royal men who served during the war. The crowds went wild to see their heroes healthy and home again.

The eldest of the Princesses rode together, along with their partners. Princess Emilia joined by her fiance, Petty Officer Gabriel Micheletti, and Princess Lucrezia by her husband, Leo Rose, Duke di Tirabassi.

And of course, how could we forget charming Isidro, Marquess di Montiorre, winning over the crowds with that darling smile! Both of the Princess' partners served during the war- Gabe in the Imperial Navy, and Leo in the Imperial Army.

And finally, in the last carriage, our triumphant King and Queen, Cesare and Misha, joined by their son and heir, Crown Prince Dante, and their new ward and nephew, Master Damien Colona.

The crowd was thrilled to see King Cesare and Queen Misha returning in glory after the long years of exile, but there was a hesitance about the two young men in the cart. The crowd of course was incredibly wary about young Master Damien, being the son of the man who subjugated and abused them during the occupation, and it looks like Damien noticed. A few boos and protests were thrown his way, and he seemed to curl in on himself. On the other hand, the crowd also seemed to realize something as they watched that carriage move down towards the palace- the heir to the throne, Crown Prince Dante, didn't fight in the war. All of his brothers-in-law did, as did many civilians, even those who were refugees during the war, but not the future king. Discussions have erupted online about it, contemplating; if the Crown Prince wasn't willing to fight for his country, is he fit to lead it? And anyway, he looked miserable in that carriage, like he was too good to be there, too high above the common folk of his nation.

It certainly makes one wonder, but nevertheless, we are excited to see our royals home where they belong!

[mrfearlessriot]

Trish Adora & Lady Frost vs. The Renegades • Ring Of Honor Wrestling, 12/7/23

[visualtaehyun]

Since P'Engfa is starring in the MV for Nunew's upcoming single "ขึ้นใจ (Unforgettable)", I wanted to talk about her new show:

Bangkok Blossom บางกอกคณิกา

Synopsis

In the year 1892, a period when prostitution is at an all-time high, three pretty flowers at Hor Bupachat (=blossom hall) - Kulap (=rose), Botan (=peony) and Thianyot (=golden dewdrop) - live under the rule of Madam Ratree (=night-blooming jasmine/lady of the night) who has become influential through the VIP regular Phraya Jaran, a powerful figure in the country. But life at Hor Bupachat is not what the three girls wish for, they want to flee for a life of freedom. To make their dream come true, the three of them have to endeavor to earn the money needed to buy themselves out of being prostitutes, a profession that has their human dignity held in contempt. Thus begins their struggle to liberate themselves and restore their dignity. (translated from Sanook by yours truly)

Starring

Engfa Waraha as Kulap (Show Me Love, The Marriage, Petrichor) Goy Arachaporn as Botan (GoyNattyDream, Why R U?, I Told Sunset About You, I Promised You The Moon) Charlette Wasita as Thianyot

Other cast members you might know:

Pearl Satjakorn as Nat (Laws of Attraction) James Rusameekae as Ra-an (Why R U?, My Coach, Jenny A.M./P.M.) Tom Phollawat as Khun Phra Naren (Until We Meet Again, My Gear and Your Gown, Double Savage, Be My Favorite, Absolute Zero) Aey Narinthorn as Yikheng (Moonlight Chicken)

You can watch the trailer with English subs here:

The show will start airing on May 8th (Wednesdays & Thursdays) on OneD app (uncut, you'll need vpn) and probably on YT (cut), though how quickly there will be English subs is anyone's guess.

I for one am looking forward to a women-led period drama that features song and dance and pretty costumes ✨

[tsbsredraft]

Charater Roster;

— Blog Sona

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Sun, Moon, Eclipse, Lunar, Earth, Solar.

KillCode, Bloodmoon², Ruin, Dark Sun, Nexus, The Creator.

Gemini (Caster/Pollux), Taurus, Libra, (other astrals).

Dazzle, Jack'O'Moon, The Computer, Solar Flare.

The Devil from The Bible, Rez, Cetus, Frank, Francis, Neptor, Nebula, Atlas.

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Monty, Foxy, Puppet, Ruined Monty, FC, Vegeta, Millie Gator.

Glamrock Lefty, Henry Emily, Vincent, "Monty's Dad", "Monty's Mom".

Stitchwraith, Puppetmaster.

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Glamrock Freddy, Circus Baby (Sugar, Sprinkle, Suzy, Scrap, Heartsick, Broiler, Glamrock, Emo, Jester).

Frankie, Golden Freddy, Ennard.

Phantom Freddy, Dark Freddy.

Scarlett, Ballora, Barry.

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Freddy, Toy Chica, Francine.

Shadow Toy Chica, Shadow Freddy.

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Roxanne Wolf, Onyx Wolf, Twisted Wolf, Rhonda Wolf, Raven Wolf, Rocky Wolf, Gregory.

Michael Afton, Elizabeth Afton, Evan Afton, Nora Afton, Vanessa/Vanny, William Afton.

Oswald, Poe Tater, Nova, Charlette Emily, MXES, Tiger Rock, Lazarus.

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Funtime Foxy, Lolbit, Glamrock Chica, Glamrock Ballora.

Ray, Chloe, "Mama Funtime", Mangle, "Lolbits Mom".

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Freddy, Funtime Freddy, Mr. Pepper, Lady.

Chica, Funtime Chica, Toy Bonnie.

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Glitchtrap, Malhare, Bonnie.

Bonita, Spring Bonnie, Springtrap, Glamrock Bonnie, Glamrock Toy Bonnie, Barry, Toyzie.

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Cassie, Helpi, Charles Ramirez.

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Incomplete list, please be patient!

When a character design is produced, they will be linked.

[babiebom]

DBD Killers As Nicknames my Friends and I Use for them in Game

A/N:its the women's turn now because they are not safe from us forgetting their names at all!!

Tw:none? Maybe cursing!

Genre: headcanons?

Wc: 2+ for each killer

The Artist/Carmina Mora

Bird lady

The only one we probably don't call stupid

Is usually followed by me talking about how pretty she is

The Twins/Charlette Deshayes

Charletto

Also just called Ew

The Nurse/Sally Smithson

Insert sounds of us imitating her breathing

Is usually called an Idiot

The Hag/Lisa Sherwood

Im apologizing right now

But its usually just us saying "who is this??? Why is she leaving her corpses everywhere???"

Then its either just the Hag or Hagussy

The Huntress/Anna

Huntrussy

Larlar(because of her humming)

The Pig/Amanda Young

Amandala

Clamidiya

Clamantha

The Legion/Susie & Julie

They have no nicknames its just us trying to figure out who exactly they are

Again also just Legion in a very bad French accent

The Spirit/Rin Yamaoka

Willow Smith

Whip my Hair

IN MY DEFENSE HER HEAD DOES WHIP

The Onryo/Sadako Yamamura

Ringu

Usually also called "stupid"

The Plague/Adiris

Plagussy

Half the time we don't say her name we just complain about her throwing up.

[dreadwhoop]

Reviewing the All Elite Wrestling personnel 2024 Edition (Part 4) -

The Women's Division - It's still untapped in its full potential and is in no way lacking in draws. Tony Khan needs to listen to someone like Britt Baker and do more than make women matches the 'bathroom break' of AEW.

1. Mina Shirakawa - Undoubtably the best thing about the women's division this entire year was the storyline between Toni Storm and Mariah May. Mina was involved at a crucial moment of it whilst having excellent matches with Anna Jay, Serena Deeb, and Toni Storm herself. It's nuts she's not under full-time contract and given a minaful…erm meaningful push. Even Bryan Danielson rates her highly!

2. Kylie Rae - In the effort to once again remove Jericho and Guevara from this company is to bring back the person they got rid of. If Lio Rush can find his weasely way back in why can't she? Funnily enough if you type her name in on YouTube the first thing which pops up is her entrance back in 2019 for AEW. She's still doing well in GCW against Maki Itoh - you know another person AEW should have back?

3. Alex Windsor - British wrestlers are on the rise in AEW as are strong fundamentals from them. Versatility will always triumph over specialist talents and Alex Windsor has arguably the most complete skillset to square off against AEW's best. She's made a few sporadic appearances already yet was never given enough time to showcase it all. Look up her match with Toni Storm a few months ago to glimpse at what could be AEW's best technical bruiser.

4. Robyn & Charlette Renegade - Why they've not joined The Outcasts is beyond me since they look like Saraya's little sisters. Robyn seems to be working more after Charlette got injured back in July but the fact remains both have been learning and getting experience. I think the hard work should be rewarded.

5. Janai Kai - Original look, high energy, and unique wrestler, AEW needs more than the variety of job talents from other promotions to come and go because Janai Kai isn't someone who should be reduced to enhancing half the roster - it should be the opposite and they should enhance her.

6. Lady Frost - Anyone tuning into AEW for the last year has likely run into a match involving her - the overall presentation of her resonates with the fans and whilst some of her high-flying can incur risks I think the balanced reward of a great theme, look, and style more than make up. Fans like her and are waiting for a more full-time showcasing with a genuine push. Underrated.

7. Jasmin Allure - Has she been avoiding AEW? She's grown a lot on the indies since showing up in AEW years back and it has flown under the radar to those who aren't following every talent. Thunder Rosa has personally scouted her out for success and it is high time Thunder Rosa gets more recogniton for her efforts by bringing in her next generation of women.

8. Adriana Gambino - Tailor-made to be in Deonna Purrazzo's new faction. The former Valentina Rossi/Mafiosa has a saucy set of moves and great international appeal. She has great facial expressions and reactions plus the New York crowd might ironically be one of the only reliable markets left for AEW so to tap into it is a smart strategy.

9. Billie Starkz - Wait isn't she in RoH? Yeah and people don't care about her or Athena which is a shame because they're both great though Billie Starkz has a greater upside - put her in the Patriarchy as Mother Wayne's hand-picked choice to 'date' her son Nick Wayne. Still a teenager, Billie Starkz is lightyears ahead of a lot of talent at her age. If people can get behind the progress of a Julia Hart I think they can get behind this lady too.

10. VertVixen - One thing I like about certain talent is their ability to be plugged into any faction or role and also be capable of doing stuff outside the ring and still have an effective appeal. VertVixen could quicktime event MXM or killstreak on Adam Cole before going full retro with The Outrunners. I hope VertVixen gets to return to AEW on a more regular basis.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, CHARLETTE. 🌕

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Justin age: 23 pronouns: he/him ooc contact: selunesangel on twitter other characters in xc: Sveta, Bluestar

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Charlette (Exiled Tarnished) age: 39 pronouns: she/her series: Elden Ring canon point: Post becoming Elden Lord app triggers: Sickness, death

personality:

Charlette is extremely hardworking and will do anything to make sure that she completes her tasks, whatever they may be. This has her coming off as rather callous to other people, as she is ready to do whatever it takes to get someone in her way out of her way. She works on impulse, acting quickly as soon as something interests her and springing to action to handle it. She is loyal, ready to stand by those she deems as an ally.

something your muse struggles with: She will not hesitate to kill if someone tries to stand in her way. The Lands Between are too harsh for her not to.

your muse’s greatest strength: She is fiercely loyal and faithful to her friends, ready to lend her blade to them against whatever they need to face.

history / background:

Rise, tarnished. You are not finished with this world, and this world is not finished with you. The Two Fingers beseech you, and who are you to leave their requests unanswered?

You awaken in your Deathbed Dress beneath a Minor Erdtree in the Mistwood, your mind from before shrouded in the very mist that seems to surround you. Who were you before? Does it matter? All you know now is that you have been given a set of armor that you swear reminds you of someone, and a greatsword, a golden light guiding you towards the Stormgate. That name rings a bell. You know you’ve been there before, but you can’t remember why.

You battle your way up the roads, carving through those that stand before you on your way up to the large gate that stands before you. As you rest at a Site of Grace, a visage appears before you, a maiden looking to become your maiden, offering to turn the runes that you earn into strength. An offer you can’t refuse. You infiltrate the Stormgate and make your way into the Stormveil Castle, where you do battle with Godrick the Grafted, a vile tyrant who turned his people into parts to make himself stronger. He falls at your feet, granting you his broken greatrune.

The guiding light leads you further through Liurnia, through Raya Lucaria Academy, where you slay Rennala. You make your way into Caria Manor and down towards the three towers you find just past its walls. Lady Ranni gives you a task, to help her find the dark path, which you oblige. The path leads you down below the Lands Between as you’ve known them, deep into Siofra River, where you discover signs that point you towards the Radahn Festival being held in Caelid. You travel there with many other warriors, where you all manage to slay another of the Greatrune bearers, Radahn himself. With the stars allowed to continue their flight, your path to Nokron is revealed, and you are able to travel beneath the earth to retrieve the Fingerslayer Blade to bring back to Ranni. With this task complete, she leaves to walk the dark path. You decide to follow her, going into the Ainsel River and finding Ranni as a small, discarded doll. She requests that you kill the Baleful Shadow that blocks her path, and with the shadow slain, she leaves to be found one last time beneath the Cathedral of Manus Celes. You place the Dark Moon Ring that she gave you the key for on her finger as she passes, and she grants you the Dark Moon Greatsword.

Your path finds you once again, leading you up north to the Shaded Castle. You swear that Elemer’s gauntlets remind you of your own, his briars standing for his exile. Were you exiled as well? No, your gauntlets remain clear of briars. You couldn’t be an exile then. You travel to the Volcano Manor, playing as their assassin for tarnished just like you. Not that you cared. You just wanted to face Rykard, slaying him for the blasphemous acts he has done against the Erdtree. That’s what you must do. For the Two Fingers told you that you must.

You travel deeper into Leyndell, climbing your way up to the Erdtree on your mission to become Elden Lord. A wall of thorns blocks your path though, where Melina tells you that in order to continue on this path, she must sacrifice herself in the Forge of Giants. You have grown closer to Melina, you couldn’t possibly do that. But you must, that is what the Two Fingers asks of you to do. But… you have heard of a walkway beneath Leyndell, where there is something that could burn down the thorns blocking your way without needing Melina to sacrifice herself. You trek through the Shunning-Grounds beneath the city, finding your way deeper and deeper, slaying a mimic of Mohg that you find beneath. You feel the Two Fingers calling you back, demanding you to return to the path, but you ignore it. You fall further and further, your body nearly failing you before you find the doorway, marked by yellow flames, what you have known to be the mark of chaos in the world. You push further, pushing past the door and meeting with the Three Fingers, granting you the flame of frenzy.

You wake up once again, knowing that many days have passed. You no longer hear Melina’s voice, but you know she is upset. She urged you not to do this, but you could not let her sacrifice herself. Your arms are covered in briars. You have been exiled. 

You find yourself on the branches of a tree… you know this tree. The Haligtree. This… This is home. You know it is. Why does it feel like home? You walk further, slaying creatures before you as you urge yourself deeper and deeper towards the roots of the Haligtree. You find knights that look like you, wearing clothes like yours, but they seem hollow, like they have no purpose besides protection of whatever lies beneath the tree. You push further and further until you finally find your way into the base of Elphael, encountering the one they have guarded. The lady you guarded before, the one you always wanted to properly meet, the one you always held in such high esteem. Malenia, Blade of Miquella, Goddess of Rot. Can you bring yourself to kill your lady? Can you drive your blade through her chest and claim yourself as a goddess in her place? Is this what must be done before becoming Elden Lord? Whether it is or not, you are here now, and you must fight her. You do not want to die, and there must be only one left standing. With one final swing of your blade, you carve her chest open, leaving her lifeless on the ground. You feel no different. But… if you are not a god now, you will be soon. For if you can kill a god, what is the difference in the end?

You find yourself in the ruins of Leyndell, walking up into the Erdtree, few foes remaining to stop you in your trek. Around you lay sprawled out the corpses of those that called upon the last Elden Lord. With your final steps through a golden fog and into the dark stone arena that surrounds you and Radagon. The Golden Order’s last member lies before you, and is nothing compared to your goddess. Radagon falls dead, and the arena shifts, a massive beast made of starlight coming to kill you. But you have fought more dangerous foes. A beast is nothing in the face of a goddess, much less a god killer. With your greatsword driven through it, you take your seat upon the throne, taking your rightful place as Elden Lord.

powers / abilities:

Frozen Armament - Enhance your weapon with ice affinity.

Golden Vow - Grants a boost to your attack and defense, as well as your allies, for a short time.

Erdtree Heal - Heals you and your allies greatly.

inherent abilities: A natural resistance to crimson rot

items / weapons:

Dark Moon Greatsword +10 - A large greatsword blessed with moonlight. It applies frost build up. You can also magically enhance it to launch a projectile and moonlight at an enemy.

Clawmark Seal +25 - Allows for the casting of spells

Green Turtle Talisman - Increases stamina regeneration

Crimson Amber Medallion +1 - Increases health

Erdtree’s Favor +2 - Raises health, stamina, and the amount you can carry

Dragoncrest Greatshield Talisman - Reduces physical damage

Flask of Wondrous Physick - Crimson Crystal Tear + Opaline Hardtear - Heals you for half of your health bar and grants you resistance to all damage types for a few moments.

Flask of Crimson Tears +11 - Heals you

Mimic Tear Ash +10 - Calls forth a perfect mimic of yourself

starting ability: Golden Vow

starting item: Dark Moon Greatsword +10

extra: N/A

discord id: GOLDEN VOW#7888

[wweallresultspage]

Ring of Honor Results - September 7, 2023

1. Athena def. Allysin Kay in 9:19 to retain the ROH Women's World Championship

2. Tony Nese def. Silas Young in 5:24

3. Angelico & Serpentico def. Adam Priest & Schaff in 3:31

4. Skye Blue & Willow Nightingale def. Charlette Renegade & Robyn Renegade in 5:24

5. Bishop Kaun, Brian Cage, & Toa Liona def. Gravity, Griff Garrison, & Metalik in 4:45

6. Kiera Hogan def. Leila Grey in 5:38

7. Carlie Bravo, Shawn Dean, & Willie Mack def. August Matthews, Davey Bang, & Jah-C in 3:04

8. Leyla Hirsch def. Lady Frost in 4:07

9. Eddie Kingston & Katsuyori Shibata def. Blake Christian & Gringo Loco in 6:16

10. Claudio Castagnoli def. Lee Johnson in 3:35

11. Boulder & Bronson def. Caleb Konley & Ren Jones in 1:22

12. Action Andretti, Chuck Taylor, Darius Martin, & Trent Beretta def. Anthony Henry, JD Drake, Truth Magnum, & Turbo Floyd in 4:48

[uprockinrainbow]

The Owl House meets The Proud Family: "The Snack Master"

Starring:

Eda the Owl Lady as Trudy Proud

Raine Whispers as Oscar Proud

Gwendolyn Clawthorne as Charlette "Suga Mama" Proud

[angelasscribbles]

Leo and Liv Chapter 3: Drinking Is Bad

Series: Leo and Liv.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Leo Rys x Olivia Nevrakis

Rating: R

Warnings: Language, mentions sex

Everything else: Master List.

“You’ve really outdone yourself Bert, thank you!” Leo yelled over the music.

Bertrand smiled, pleased with himself, “Well, it’s not every day your best friend turns twenty. Now, who’s turn is it to slide down the banister?”

“Wait! Wait! I can do it!” A drunken Maxwell stood over a bottle of champagne with a sword.

“Are we sure he should be doing that?” Leo wasn’t alarmed by much, but Maxwell looked anything but steady as he stood swaying over the bottle.

“Ah, he’ll be fine!” Bertrand called over his shoulder as he ran after a horse that had just trotted through the ballroom.

“Bert, you didn’t even look at what I was-“ Leo was cut off as he was pulled onto the dance floor by a woman he vaguely knew. She was from one of Cordonia’s minor noble houses. Her name was Sharon or Charlette or something like that. She was curvy in all the right places, drunk enough for inhibitions to be loosened, but not drunk enough to not be able to give consent. And she was all over him. She was exactly the distraction he needed to put Livvie out of his head once and for all.

Speaking of Livvie, where the hell was she, he wondered, glancing around. He hadn’t seen her in an hour or two. A quick look at the clock told him was nearly three in the morning. Maybe she had headed to bed already. Or maybe she’s making out with someone else, the little voice in the back of his head spoke up.

Like I care.

Shit, I care! Why do I care?

He tried to drag his attention back to whatever Sharon or Susan or Sara was saying to him. He nodded like he was paying attention then asked, “Do you know where Lady Olivia went?”

Cher or Shelia or Sally blinked and stopped her incessant yammering to stare at him, “Who? Why would I know? Or care…”

Well, he’d insulted her. Did he really care though? Turns out, no, he did not.

The sun rose as party goers stumbled off to sleep. Sometime that afternoon, people began to stir, and make their way down for the late lunch Bertrand always served to his guests the day after a blowout. The party could very well continue throughout the day and into the night. It wouldn’t be the first Beaumont Bash to last two or three days.

Liam stumbled into the casual dining room looking like shit warmed over. He had a blinding headache, what had he had to drink last night? The better question was, what hadn’t he had? He slumped into a chair next to Drake who regarded him with amusement. Liam extended his middle finger to his best friend, “What?”

“I’ve never seen you as fucked up as you were last night, that’s what.” Drake snickered.

“And that amuses you?”

“Yeah, it does!” He chortled.

“You need a fucking hobby.”

“How about corrupting members of the royal family? I think I’m really good at it!” Drake snickered again remembering Liam attempting to slide down the banister, falling off halfway and continuing to roll down the stairs. It had been the highlight of his night. Well, almost. He threw a wicked smirk across the table at the two girls he’d bedded the night before. One of them giggled and looked shyly away, her friend returned his smirk and blew him a kiss across the table.

“What, exactly, did I do last night?” Liam questioned, holding his head, “Can I get some Tylenol or something?”

“You don’t remember any of it?” Drake was positively vibrating with mirth.

“Why does this make you so happy?” Liam frowned at him.

“Because I finally got your uptight ass to loosen up a little!” He leaned in conspiratorially and asked, “So, did you finally get laid?”

Liam’s head swiveled around the room in a panic, “Drake!”

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a none of your business!”

Drake shook his head in mock disappointment, “Such a prude.”

“What’s that?” Leo asked as he sailed into the room, Maxwell and Bertrand in tow.

“Did you see how fucked up Liam was last night?” Drake responded.

“What?” Leo inquired, then he arranged his face in a serious frown and did his best impression of Constantine as he intoned, “You engaged in conduced unbecoming of the crown and your position in the royal family, young man. Think of your image!”

Leo, Maxwell, Bertrand and Drake all dissolved into laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

The voice pulled Leo out of his fit of giggles immediately, he tried to seem casual as called out, “Liv! Here, I saved you a seat!” He pulled out a random chair for her and dropped into the one next to it.

As the other three men continued to torment Liam, Leo leaned in toward Liv and asked, “You disappeared last night, find you a hot guy?”

Olivia smirked at him, “Mind your own business, Leo. I’m sure you found a woman or two or three to serve the crown.” She made air quotes with her fingers around ‘serve the crown’.

“Ow!” Leo clutched at his heart, “You wound me! I’ll have you know that I respect all women.”

Olivia snorted, “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

“Is that what they’re calling what?” He asked with feigned innocence.

Olivia laughed and smacked his arm, “You’re incorrigible, you know that right?”

She was glad he was back; she had missed him in the years that he was gone. She had been thirteen when he’d left and somehow always managed to miss his visits home. He had been her best friend for a couple of years there but then he was gone, and Liam was there.

Liam. She smiled fondly at the thought of him, and her eyes found his across the table, the memory of the night before warming her insides as she watched him banter with his friends. He looked up and met her eyes. She gave him a smile.

Liam glanced up to find Liv watching him, he returned her smile then turned back to respond to something Drake was saying when suddenly snippets of memories from the night before filtered through his hazy, hung-over brain. Olivia kissing him, Olivia naked, Olivia on top of him.

His eyes flicked back across the table in panic, taking in first Olivia giving him a knowing smile then Leo as he tried to get Liv’s attention focused back on him. He spun back toward Drake as the blood drained from his face.

“I- I think I’m going to be sick!” He said then he sprinted from the room.

[totallovestrucksimp]

19 series. 6 days left. Welcome to THE TOTALLOVESTRUCKSIMP RANKING OF LOVESTRUCK!!!

Each day I will rank my Least favorite series & MC to my most favorite series and top MC (Number 1 will shock you.)

(if you argue that there are 20 series, I’m combining AFK and ALK together.)

Without further Ado, the number 1 best LS series is…

TALES OF THE WILD!

I know that I am definitely on the far side of this one, but hear me out. When I got finished reading Nikolai, I had no other LI to read. It was depressing opening the app and not finding anyone I cared about on the schedule. That’s when Bram came. I don’t know what it was about him, but he got me HOOKED. I don’t care for the furry fest at all, but I found his character sweetly stubborn and endearing. Evena evaina Evain Swan lady was pretty and chill too. 7 out of 10.

And the the 1 best MC is…

QUEEN OF THEIVES MC-A.K.A Charlette Bourbrgard (Pronounced Shar-let boo-ber -guard) I wanted her to have a fancy name, but every time I tried it would be too long.

This MC is super pretty. She’s feisty, she’s wise, and she’s actually super relationship-smart, which is pretty neat and different from the other MCs. My only real problem with her, is that she seems kinda…condescending? Is that the word I’m looking for? She just seems kinda snobby with her art.

Tune in tomorrow for the top greatest lovestruck Series!

[lenniharrisonsims]

Three Year Anniversary Portraits!

Newcrest, Part IV

Fielmont Estates

Name: Princess Adriana Julia Glenn

Nickname: Addy

Title: Princess Adriana of Newcrest, Marchesa di Fielmont

Previous Names/ Titles: Princess Adriana Colona

Residence(s): Fielmont Estates, Newcrest

Parents: King Cesare & Queen Misha Colona

Spouse: Major Samson Glenn, Marchese di Fielmont

Children: Lady Charlette, & Cosimo Glenn, Conte di Wildridge

Name: Major Samson Antione Glenn, Lord Fielmont

Nickname: Sam, Sammy

Title: Major in the Imperial Army, Marchese di Fielmont

Previous Names/ Titles: Captain Samson Glenn, Private Lieutenant Samson Glenn

Residence(s): Fielmont Estates, Newcrest

Parents: Major Antione Glenn & Mrs. Carla Glenn

Spouse: Princess Adriana Glenn

Children: Lady Charlette, & Cosimo Glenn, Conte di Wildridge

Name: Lady Charlotte Antionette Glenn

Nickname: Lettie

Title: Lady Charlette of Fielmont

Previous Names/ Titles: N/A

Residence(s): Fielmont Estates, Newcrest

Parents: Princess Adriana & Major Samson Glenn, Marchese & Marchesa di Fielmont

Spouse: N/A

Children: N/A

Name: Cosimo Cesare Glenn, Lord Wildridge

Nickname: Cozz

Title: Conte di Wildridge

Previous Names/ Titles: N/A

Residence(s): Fielmont Estates (Current), Wildridge Manor (Official), Newcrest

Parents: Princess Adriana & Major Samson Glenn, Marchese & Marchesa di Fielmont

Spouse: N/A

Children: N/A

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The Renegades vs. Lady Frost & Trish Adora • Ring Of Honor Wrestling, 12/7/23

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Prompt #5 Persimmon (Extra Credit)

Picking fruit was not exactly tiring work. It’s not hard on the limbs, it does not ask much of your muscles, and it isn’t going to make you run malms upon malms. What it is, though, is time consuming. Little actions, over and over, in the heat of a summer sun for bells on end will wear anyone down. It does not matter how tall, how wide, how thick or how lithe you are. It will wear you down eventually. The grate of bark on your fingers will become cutting, the weight on the straps will pull down harder on your shoulders, the sensation of sweat trickling down your neck, back and between unmentionables will awaken a chafing you couldn’t imagine. This sun Charlette was reminded of that fact and the nostalgic shine of it would reveal itself to be almost completely untarnished by it. Almost.

“Twelve above, I could drown someone in the sweat collecting in my linens. Are persimmons really worth this much toil? Is old Lodden unwittingly guilty of torture and callous mistreatment of the young? Of child labour? You used to pick his crops when you were young, right Charlette?” Maxim’s whining had been noise in the background, another buzzing pair of wings to join the chorus of summer hatchlings finding their nectar. Hearing her name though, brought it roaring back into her ears sadly. “When I was young, Maxim? You are two twelvemoons older than me.” The Wildwood was leaning against the trunk of a particularly bent tree, lounging really, in the crook formed by the winding body of the old growth. He waved a hand at Charlette, swatting away her words like flies. “Yes, yes. You know what I meant. When you were a child! I bet you were a dhalmel back then already. Is that why Lodden took you on? Could you reach all the way to the top even in your tenth season?” Charlette tossed an over-ripe persimmon at him, it missed, hit the tree and squirted its fermented juices far enough to stain a sleeve. Maxim was quick to escape his perch, holding the drenched fabric from his arm and scowling at the stink now stuck to him. “Aww! C’mon! That’s going to stain! Not that it matters, but it smells too! And I was not even wrong, was I!” but Charlette had returned to her picking, not even paying him the slightest bit of attention. Well, not obviously. Fat, heavy, ripe Persimmons were being dropped into the woven baskets that sat at the base of each tree. Baskets that would be hauled back by chocobo cart once they reached this section. The fuller the collection, the more pride Charlette felt. It was simple work, and she felt drenched to the hind quarters, weary with the repetition, but just so simply satisfied with a visible measure of progress. It was so good, beholding the burgeoning baskets, for the moment it was allowed before Maxim whipped his sleeve against Charlette’s cheek. “Ack! Maxim!” “I’m sharing.” “It stinks! Oh- hurrk!” Charlette gagged, a hand shooting up to wipe the sticky leavings away. But nothing will remove that smell from the inside of her nose, nothing but time and retching. “Oh don’t be so dramatic. You’ve smelled worse in the green houses, hells you’ve probably tasted worse too! How does it compare to mite ichor?” The reminder of that only made her turn away, the dirty look she was shooting ruined by the sudden flex of her throat and loud “Guurh!” that escaped her. His reminder of that foul taste, and texture, only made the entire moment that much harder to handle. “Shut up! You deserved that.” “I don’t think so. I think you deserved that. To wear my new scent, ‘Essence of Orchid Garbage’. I think it’ll be big in Ishgard.” He struck a pose, hip cocked out, hand on waist, the other holding his stained sleeve out with a pinky raised. He looked cultured, in a stupid kind of way. She hated that it made her laugh, partly because she gagged in the middle and tasted acid in her mouth. Maxim took a deep sniff of his new cologne, noise raising up in such a lordly manner you’d think he was King of the Gabage Grove, and joined Charlette in her tortured choking. “Woof! Oh dear, huurp! That’s a stench! Hah!” His enjoyment of the process, though, irritated her. She was  leaning on fence post and trying to pull in deep breaths of fresh, summer air when a voice called out. “Still can’t handle it, can she?” Charlette had not heard that tone in so long. The comforting pitch, the annoying confidence, the cocksure suggestion that it belonged to someone who just knew her, and knew what had happened to her. “Nope!” Maxim responded with far too much glee, the shit. “But she did ask for it, so don’t feel bad, or try to help. It’s not how penance is supposed to work. Instead, tell me how you’ve been Chloe.” Charlette’s sister was a few ilms shorter in height, white in hair, several shades darker in skin, and inhabited all the self-assured confidence someone needed to both be incredibly likable, and hateable, at the same time. Maxim had already draped his arm around her, Chloe equipped in her best picking overalls, which is to say she wore the same blue, worn, badly-fitting but sturdy kind that Charlette and Maxim did. Borrowed from Lodden, and smelling of one thing: farm. “Penance? Oh good, I’m glad the eldest still gets to spend time doing her favourite thing.” Charlette looked to Chloe, and made a hand-gesture that made Maxim gasp, and Chloe smile. It was very out of character. “I thought you weren’t going to make it this season. Weren’t you in Limsa? Or Doma?” She stepped to them and drew herself to full height, Charlette let the two shorter Elezen look up to her. No need for sharp words when she literally always had the high ground. “Yes! And I made a special effort to come through this season. I’d heard you were back home, and I missed you so very much I just had to come and see you again.” Maxim’s face turned between the two, his mouth drawn tight and remaining shut, a rarity for the man. “Mmhm. Well if you are done lying, we were about to start on the next tree. Come along.” and Charlette turned in a sweep, her nose held high in the air, long and determined steps carrying her away from the two. “She’s happy to see me.” Chloe said as she followed from behind. “That so? Did I just witness a pair of Bellamy’s hugging? Y’know, if I think about it, that makes sense. It’s very polite, cold enough to ice tea, and no one would have any idea it’d happened unless told.” A very fake scoff had left Chloe as she pantomimed offense. In all the years Charlette had known her sister, she knew she was incapable of two things: Shame, and seriousness. “How dare you! What you describe is far more intimate than a hug, to suggest my dear sister and I would embrace in such a way in public is positively scandalous.” Charlette glared back over her shoulder at the pair, but they couldn’t see it. Chloe and Maxim had started up a series of bows to each other. Maxim with one hand behind his back and bending low at the waist as far as he could while they walked. “My deepest apologies Lady Bellamy!” Chloe gripped the baggy edges of her overalls and pulled them out in a shallow curtsey. “Fret not Ser Flowerman, all is forgiven for such a gentleman of culture!” Maxim’s chuckle was loud, hearty, his smooth tone a little bit of a liar in its suggestion that he’s a smooth man. “Ser Flowerman, that’s going on my headstone when I pop off this mortal coil.” “You’re very welcome. It suits you.” They couldn’t reach that next tree soon enough. Charlette picked her harvest in silence while the other two continued to cajole each other into further impressions and comedic takes on, well, just about everything. It was very distracting, Charlette thought. But it was also very nice, as it reminded her of a similar time, out here in this old orchid. The three of them younger, nevermind what Maxim thinks. Only it was not with Maxim. No, back then it was Frederick who was helping distract Chloe and the others. Who was her sister’s companion in gently teasing her, or tossing the fallen, rotted persimmons at the others. He always managed to get poor Alistair on the back of the head, knew just when Brianne had him distracted enough to… “Charlette? Yoohoo, you there?” a charcoal-skinned hand waved in front of Charlette’s face, the sudden silence that had been lost on her came back. Maxim had stepped away, or perhaps been sent away? Why? Charlette looked down at Chloe’s face, which was suddenly serious. What a surprise. “I thought you couldn’t do that.” She asked. “Do what?” Chloe looked confused, perhaps even worried. How dare she. “Nothing. Did you need something?” “I asked if you are okay. You didn’t say anything, you were off with your books again I think. Dreaming of the library?” just a little curl of her lips came out. Hah! See, not a serious bone in Chloe’s body. Charlette looked at her little sister, perhaps staring for a bit too long. Then reached out, pulled her into a gentle hug that Chloe returned as easily as slipping into fresh sheets on a newly made bed. “No. No I’m not okay.” And just then, for the first time since Charlette had been pulled back home, it felt okay to be that way. Goodness, picking fruit was tiring work.

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My dragon age Inquisition Inquisitor: Lady Charlett Trevelyan!💓 I love her so much ngl just because the dragon age series is literally my life. Her arm where the mark once was is gonna be replaced with a metall/lyrium arm that dagna made (My au )( yes, I'm sorry but I can't let solas do her dirty like that, she'll def keep fighting for thedas ) also she married cullen oop

Yall can find more of my art on insta under nerd_enough

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Meriam Craweleoth & Felin Haracwen, as girls in normal nobles clothes, wandering the local magic forest; Hope you didn’t forget chapter one, because it’s about to hurt.

Tale 19: Meriam Craweleoth: Mage Queen of The Grand West  (chapter 10.1 -

Another Day 10/10) part 4. Stories of Old

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           At dawn, Meriam, Fredrick, and Eatheltwein, headed down to the dining hall for breakfast. To their surprise, they saw they had a guest; who was sitting across from princess Charlette, Eathel’s new wife. No one had stopped their intruder for one reason: they had seen him before.

           Murdoc was helping himself at the table, surrounded by books, and his panther familiar Stearra, purring at his ankles. He ate like a small child, that just learned to use a spoon. Everyone took their seat, as the servants brought them dishes. They all ate their food quietly as dawn light poured in.

“Pardon me, master Monafyra-” The king started.

“You can call me Murdoc.” He said, without looking up. The pure audacity made everyone in the room livid, but not so much as to make any of them speak up.

“Yes. Murdoc... Why are you in my dinning room? And how and when did you intrude our palace?”

“I walked in the front of course,” Mudoc said, continuing to eat. He was wearing his plum and black wolf fairy robes, which made apear like an animal. He looked older than Meriam had remembered; she had lost track of time.

“You had many guards, but none of them stopped me. Either they knew who I was, or what I was. All of this is irrelevant to the fact I came to deliver some news; again. Then, there was gravy, eggs, and bread; And I saw no point in refusing the kindness of others.” Murdoc continued, whilst gesticulating and chewing. Fredrick waved his hand, letting Murdoc carry on; now that he had finished his food.

“I come to give lord Eatheltwein my journals, as I am retiring form magic to settle down in my homeland; don’t seek me. King Edmond used his power to give me refuge. Th people of The Far North believe mages can be made to give up magic. Your kingdom however, Meriam, is not so polite. I have visited each of our mage friends, only to see a trail of bodies. All our dear friends are nothing more then illustrations of tragedy, on my parchment. At the hands of wizards, I’m sorry to say. Common folk no longer think that mages are necessary to wield magic; as if that’s was all our worth. Even my brother Tiberius, and his daughter Fyra, turned out to be dead on my way here. I have good stealth magic to evade people. Unlike you, Craweleoth.”

“You come to tell us mages are dying, wizardry is spreading, and that the people of the Grand West of Anglia, are coming to kill my wife?” the king coughed.

“Aunt Merry can use time magic; she can get away, I’m sure.” Eatheltwein said, looking at Meriam, who stared back in fear. Everyone knew of the Mage Queen, but no one knew Eatheltwein was a mage. They had been led to believe he was a wizard, just as she had planned.

“You have all the time to run away Meriam, but no matter which way you turn, the events that transpire in Ealden Cynedom always snap back; you will die. Eventually. They will come for you shortly, I suppose.” Murdoc said. Then he read the room. Meriam looked petrified, Charlette was confused, Eathel was sad, and the king looked unwell. “I know death when I see it, my lady.” He concluded. Murdoc got up, thanked the servants, left all his journals next to Eathel and Meriam, and left.

“On a good note, we were invited to the borders of Francia, by my king father; to shake hands for peace! Aren’t you happy Queen Merry? Peace at last! We can all heal because of you.” Charlette chimed. The king coughed on his food, and Meriam rubbed his shoulder staring unblinkingly at Charlette. Eatheltwein seemed exuberant. Charolette’s words did not comfort Meriam. She was equally scared to go to boarder. Meriam hadn’t been there since she was off to get married; and saw her friend be murdered by her own people. To think, she was excited not two days earlier.

           The royal court traveled steadily to the border between Francia, and Anglia. It rained, and then it shined, and then they reached the open meadows, that were starting to yellow as harvest season approached. Both parties stood a hill apart. Charlette waved to her father, who walked forward.

“Dear, I still feel unwell. Would you like to shake for peace? This was your mission.” Fredrick asked. Meriam nodded. She slowly walked forward through the grass. It smelled woody and dry, and brushed her skirt like when she used to run around as a girl. She continued onward. The uniforms of the Francian guards accompanying their king, hung loose, and their faces were sad and tiered. Meriam continued. Just at the border pole, Meriam stopped; there was some clover blooming by it, and dirt trailing along the boarder. The king stopped and held out his hand. He was not happy.

“Mage Queen. Your nephew is pleased with my girl, who appears to be in good care. We are tiered, and we wish to retire. Why do you not shack on peace, now that I’m repenting for my foolish legacy? Instead, you stare at clover that is at our feet.” The Francian king snapped. Meriam stared at it, and a tear went down her face.

“Did you know I was born in Francia, by Fort De Lapin. The magic forest of The Rat Rate. I grew up here, and I learned magic here. My mother left, thus my father found the daughter of a warlock, who had also recently had a baby. My milk sister Filen Heracwen, meant the world to me. She died here, trying to see me off as I was forced to marry against my will; she was shot by one of your men, for trying to leave with me. Possibly to send a massage of your own people, the reason doesn’t matter. I bet there isn’t anyone alive who remembers her name, or that she loved magic and her kingdom. She wanted to be my hand maid, and go with me on quests. Yet she died here, without a family to burry her, or siblings to mourn her. She passed before she could wed; unlike me, She wanted to merry a farm boy, and have three kids. Have her first daughter named Odette. Felin thought it was a pretty name for a girl. She went dark to open the Rat Gate, even though she was a commoner, because she loved magic so much, she wanted help it. Yet, she died before wizardry could give her that. And her only kin, uncle Normanwe was not there for her, because he was dying on your behalf in far off battle. I look at the clover, because it reminds me of her. This is the closest thing she will ever get to a funeral. Fourty years too late. I am sad, because I never got to attend. I am sad, because a young lady needlessly died, when she had a future in front of her. I am sad soldiers would kill a civilian. I am sad I got taken away from my home, and now that I am back, I wish to leave.” Meriam sobbed. Her voice echoed across the field to both sides, as it grew in volume and tears. Everyone stopped, and looked at the clover. Everyone had forgotten, or was oblivious to, why Meriam wanted to stop the war so badly. It wasn’t because she saw Francia was an enemy; but because she didn’t want anyone else to die. It was too sad. Meriam didn’t want to have this funeral. Everyone began to cry, and not know why. In the absence of a head stone, or body, they felt like they were attending the wake of not just a girl, who could have lived, but for everyone they loved who died; For a war that had long lost its purpose, and unjustly claimed many. Everyone, on every side, had lost someone. And no one, on either side, had truly had the time and relief to just mourn. Meriam, who was considered the most formidable player around the world, reached out and shock the king’s hand. She held her chest and went to her knees wailing alone in the field. Shacking the hand of a man who was responsible for her pain. At long last, Meriam no longer felt hate, only pain.

           When they arrived home, the king was ill. No doctor could figure out why, but he remained in bed. Meriam tended him, while Eatheltwein took up royal duties. Fredrick would not get better, no matter the rest or medicine provided. Meriam even tried magic methods. She was given her own chambers, as they feared she would catch his sickness. Then one mourning, the doctor came to Meriam in her study, and told her the man she loved, wed, and had shaped her whole life, was dead. He had lived long, but Meriam wished she could give him more time. She could, with magic, but she pushed away that intrusive thought. We will all die eventually; she could hear Murdoc say in her mind. But time is precious, and she could not let go of the possibility of saving everyone, if she went back for them. Meriam took three days to leave her bed. And wore her purple dress to Eatheltwein’s coronation, and to dance with him. She did not smile like the last time she was adorned like a courtly lady. She wondered if Fredrick would have liked to see her wear his favourite dress one last time. She even wore her Francian pearls, from when she was young, but was never aloud to wear. She wore no makeup, and had a pearl comb holding her hair back in a knot. In the mirror, she had aged half that of her husband, due to magic changing her appearance.

Before bed, she took off the dress and held it; the fabric was still warm. In her bath, Meriam realized she loved that dress too. It felt like she was dancing with Fredrick again when she wore it. Remined her of his smell and smile. The dress was perfect, and barely worn. It was light, airy, flowy, soothing, and feminine. Unlike her black crushed velvet fairy robes. Her protective fairy robes were a magic gift made by the Fairy King, yet had half the value of that periwinkle gown. Then, Meriam wondered something: if all mages had fairy robes, which protect against spell and sword, why did they all die if they knew wizards were coming? Why did they choose to remove their robes and surrender to death?  She thought. Meriam did not sleep well, as she mulled over mortality, and impending doom. She didn’t want everyone’s stories to end while hers continued. Her bed felt so cold without Fredrick next to her.

           In the middle of the night, Eatheltwein came into Meriam’s new chambers, and sat next to her bed.

“Are you awake, aunt Merry?” He asked. Meriam shrugged in response. Eathel put the candle on the side table, and lay next to her on top of the sheets.

“Charlette told me to come and see how you’re doing; without uncle. I am so sad. We have peace at our borders, and wives hold their husbands; but you are alone. No other mages, children, or husband. Just me. I will miss you too someday. Are you also scared of the Wizards? What will you do if they come here for the raven gate, and for you?” Eatheltwein whispered. Meriam never thought about that. She was busy wishing for other people.

“I wish you to tell everyone you’re a wizard, and to not go into the shadow veil to see your cousin Odette. I want you to hide, bury or destroy the Raven Gate, so no one wanders into it. I want you to be happy, when I’m gone.”

“You would let them take you, so that they can feel secure? Even if it is a lie, and mages will still be born to magic families?”

“I don’t know. But I think that may have been what happened to my friends around the world. Remember Eathel; magic does not have sides, or possess malice. It would make sense not to fight, and instead accept destiny.”

“I don’t think your capable of either of those thing’s, aunt Merry.” Eatheltwein laughed. He was still a source of sunshine. Meriam reached over her sheets to hold his hand.

“Can you stay? For tonight.” Meriam asked. Eatheltwein nodded.

“Can we go on one last adventure, before I’m a wizard and king, figuring out how to transition power before our people invent guillotines. For old times sake?” Eatheltwein asked earnestly. Meriam laughed and grabbed his hand closer.

“Yes. Yes, we may your majesty. I think Fredrick would have wanted us to be happy too.”

           Just before dawn, while the servants woke and prepared for the day, Eatheltwein and Meriam snuck out of the palace in their fairy robes. A note was left for Charlette; telling her to keep their location secret, unless they never returned. Which she was inclined to do, as keeping secrets is exciting if you’re a noble woman. In the streets, the peasants were busy starting work and waking, and the knights were changing shifts. Merchants started to set up, or pack to leave to their next market. Meriam didn’t even need to freeze time to get by. Only as they reached the Raven Gate, in the square, did Meriam pause time.

“Eathel, where do you want to go?” Meriam said, clasping his hands in excitement. She had hit the point of sadness, that results in manic giddiness when you can no longer cry, and have sleep depravation.

“Bantia! I’ve never herd or seen a single person from the land south the of Dania, and north of The Far South of Hispania. I bet that is the only magic forest you haven’t seen aunt Merry!” Eathltwein gleamed with the glow of dawn.

“No, actually I haven been to the wolf gate in North Moon, nor plan to…. Which means Bntia must have the Tree Gate… Magic plants… That colourful forested area in the shadow veil.” Meriam mused. Now she was curious; her seer nature made her thirst for magic knowledge once more. Meriam grasped Eatheltweins hand, and they leapt into the shadow veil through the Raven Gate one last time.

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