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Princess Esther

Daughter of Freyja
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    Château de Vathune, Normandie

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  1. And my Lord Father and I have Vinandy Fever! 😍
  2. This is Château de Draguibéliard. Modelled upon a castle which in ancient times was built by Duke Grimalt of Gascony, this castle, which is also known as the Ducal Hall as well as the Fifth Castle, is the seat of the Duke of Gascony. Located atop Mount Draguibéliard, Château de Draguibéliard is the fifth of five hilltop castles built on this site, which all served as the premier seat of the Dukes of Gascony of the days of yore. The castle is situated south of the Ducal City of La Roche-Derrien, the Capital of the Duchy of Gascony, in hilly woodlands which are known as Les Bois Épais, overlooking La Roche-Derrien's leafy outermost suburbs. The construction of the fifth and present incarnation of Château de Draguibéliard was finished in the year 1533. It was built upon the ruins of the fourth castle which by the end of the Age of Darkness was thought to have lost its strategic importance and gradually fell into disrepair, leading to the demolition of several dilapidated buildings. This fifth castle was commissioned by Duke Harald of Gascony in honour of the Storjarla Björka Hnossdóttir and the Duke Grimalt of Gascony. Various artifacts of Storish, Batavian and Gascon history are kept in the Château de Draguibéliard such as: A sword given by Björka Hnossdóttir to Count Grimalt of Gascony, an act of giving which elevated the latter from a Count to a Duke with royal status; The Crown of Queen Ærinndís; Some of the personal effects of King Arkadius I of Batavia, and; A letter from Tancredo d'Adraisio, the founder of the County of Adraisia, thanking Duke Gaifier of Gascony for the protection granted as well as the mediation between him and Duke Hrodwulf of Normandie in the matter of the Tancredo's elopement with the Lady Richilde, Duke Hrodwulf's daughter.
  3. It is the nicest thing that the Livvists have ever done for me!
  4. Sure it has, Madame Dorothée! Installing a hammam in was one of the top priorities of the renovation of Château de Vathune after I had become the Imperial Chieftainess of Normandie in the year 1656. The Babkhi inside me, I have Babkhi heritage through both of mine parents, couldn't do without one.
  5. Sweet Lady Great-grandaunt of Mine, That nigh infinite wisdom and tremendous sensibility of yours never ceases to amaze me! I would supercalifragilisticexpialidociously appreciate it should you include in your apparel the livery collar and medallion issued to you many, many moonturns ago by the High King. Every Imperial Chieftain(ess) is given such a livery collar and medallion to serve as insignia of office as well as a mark of fealty to the House of Ettlingar Freyu. They are to be worn by an Imperial Chieftain(ess) when zie is attending the Althing as well as various other formal occasions. I received mine when I was made Imperial Chieftainess of Normandie in the year 1656. The aforementioned livery collar is in gold with five crowned Imperial Arms of Stormark, five times the premier Storish personal coat of arms of the Imperial Chieftain in question and 10 crosses of gold bottony, each flanked by two battle axes with silver blades and golden shafts. The medallion depicts the Storjarla Björka Hnossdóttir.
  6. Sweet Lady Great-grandaunt of Mine, What would you be wearing to the wedding of me and Arkadius?
  7. The spirit of Bertolf des Vinandy still reigns fearless and free!
  8. Hail to You, Fair Lady, Wife of the High King, great mother of many Gods and Goddesses, All-Mother, grace us with Your bounty and beauty, Enstill in us the graciousness of hospitality, The fierceness of familial love, The warmth of the kindred, the strenght of the warrior, Through Your hands, cunningly craft us good health, Strong families and a strong community, Weave us together with Your distaff, wind us as one, See us through the hard times, and good, Blessing each day with Your warm embrace, Show us Frigga, to be silent, strong and forgiving, Teach us patience and understanding in all things, For our way of life is in Your hands, and through You may it be well lived! Hail, Frigga! Hail the Sacred Queen of Stormark!
  9. Very much so! I'm supercalifragilisticexpialidociously glad to hear that!
  10. What a feeling! The Châtelaine du Château Cour-de-Forêt, the Storjarla Esther Fatima Gudrid Ayreon-Kalirion ibn al-Majeed bin Sathrati af Ettlingum Freyu, Imperial Chieftainess of Normandie, Earla of Anglia, lay abed in her opulent bedchamber in Château Cour-de-Forêt. Esther's flat and toned stomach was supercalifragilisticexpialidociously buzzing of excitement: Her Imperial and Royal Highness could hardly lay still! The tremendous fluttering in her tummy was caused by having been struck by the dart of love twice over earlier that day. First there had been the dart of motherly love: a whoosh of golden light, gorgeous and delightfully disruptive. It hit Esther when she, for the first time in person, laid her eyes on Her Royal Highness the Princess Elisabeth of Austrasia, awaking the latent loving mother inside her as well as hooking Her Imperial and Royal Highness for good on motherhood. The Princess Elisabeth was spontaneous, smart and witty as well as wise way beyond her years. Her Royal Highness also possesses a tremendous charisma, being the bodily culmination of numerous awesome ancestors. Supercalifragilisticexpialidociously shortly after the first dart of love came the second one for Esther: striking Her Imperial and Royal Highness right in the heart, igniting the love of a woman for a man. In a bright golden burst of magic it transformed the Frankish Emperor into Sir Arkadius des Vinandy, Esther's Knight in Shining Armour: hotter than dragonfire and so exuberantly handsome that he could compete with Thordynnar Galtivaris in the good looks department, which is not too surprising since the Frankish Emperor descends from that hunky Elf too. Esther lay skyclad between the Valtian Silk sheets that cover her humongous bed, her gorgeous body raging with love. She writhed and squirmed, twisted and turned, adamantely trying to calm herself down. The Earla of Anglia was exuberantly pumped like she had never been before; filled from head to toe with energetic excitement, enthusiasm and other wonderful emotions. To her tremendous delight had Her Imperial and Royal Highness' reception and hosting of her most honoured guests, the Princess of Austrasia and the Frankish Emperor been a smashing success; that was something which was for a substantial part owed to the excellent information provided by the Corps de Renseignement of the Fleur de Lys-Longships Guard and for co-equal parts caused by her own meticulous preparation - which included masterclasses with the famed Storish golfer Johanna Johansdóttir of the House of Ostqvist, the Storish chess champion Carl Magnusson of the House of Asker and her great-great-grandmother High Queen Mother Gudrid Thorbjarnardottir of the Houses of Kaupsted and the Descendants of Freyja, who in her teens had gained renown around Reikistjarna for her prodigious virtuosic skill as a pianist - and the efforts of the Maison du Duc de Gascogne, the ducal household of the Duke of Gascony. Moreover, due to fate she today had contracted a seemingly permanent bout of of mommy fever as well as run into the man she wanted to tie the knot with. A true family man he is, that Arkadius Frederik Gustavus des Vinandy, who in spite of the tremendous burden of governing three sovereign realms, still found time to lovingly attend to his children. Given the fact that he was of good Imperial stock it would be a piece of cake to obtain the permission of the Imperial Longships Throne for their nuptials. With Arkadius, Esther could also fulfill her inherent duty of passing on her ancient lineage - which includes mythical giants like Björka Hnossdóttir, Kaiser Raynor I of Shireroth, Tuuler Kalir, Harald Freyjugjöf the Generous Giver, Rashid Shahanshah of Babkha and Kaiseress Noor of Shireroth - as her parents, the late Kaiseress Noor of Shireroth, of Glorious and Beloved Memory, and King Noah of Elwynn, would have expected of her. Esther Fatima Gudrid Ayreon-Kalirion ibn al-Majeed bin Sathrati af Ettlingum Freyu des Vinandy... That name most certainly had a tremendous Imperial and Royal appeal to it! The Divine Power moves in such mysterious ways: us puny mortals never know when or where zie shall set up anyone of us for love. Hnoss had encountered Thordynnar Galtivaris in the Godsgrove of the Temple of the Lady and the Fisherman in Valtia; her grandmother Esther Ayreon-Kalirion, the sixth Emira of Sathrati, also known as Esther the Elder, had met her grandfather, Hallbjörn Haraldsson, who later served as Kaiser Hjalmar of Shireroth, at an informal reception held at the Hall of Hundred Hearths of the Vanadísarhall during Emperor Nathaniel of the Natopians' Imperial Visit to the High Realm of Stormark; her aunt the Storjarla Fjǫrleif Llængjarla of Eidsivarike had run into the love of her life, the Lady Alys Geloyra of the Milkhouse, while looking for adventure in The Green; and it had taken years before her father, King Noah of Elwynn, had pierced the mental armour worn by her mother, the late Kaiseress Noor of Shireroth, finally realizing her attraction to him. Ah, what a couple they were! Her Knight in Shining Armour, Arkadius Frederik Gustavus des Vinandy, actually descends from a great knight from the days of yore: Count Bertolf des Vinandy, also known the Bertolf the Brave, the founder of the House of Vinandy. He is widely regarded as one of the finest knights ever, who even could teach famed and legendary knights such as Kendra Harcourt and Pierre Bourgault de Dampierre a thing or two. To this very day Bertolf is a folk hero in northern Batavia, Gascony and Francia with him featuring in innumerable tales. He is remembered as a jolly bon vivant, strong and competent ruler, champion of justice, and perfect chivalric lord with a hearty goodfellow manner; males would like to be like him and many a nubile damsel dreams of him wearing her favour. A stanza of an ancient Gascon folk song, which she had sung to the Princess Elisabeth while the two of them where playing on the rug in front of the fireplace, popped up in her mind: There were the women of the village Scattered out along the way And I heard children crying As many a coward ran away The marauders must have seen them A situation perilous and grave But standing firm between them There was Bertolf the Brave. Arkadius in many respects governed his domains in a manner similar to that of his forebear Count Bertolf des Vinandy: patriotic, just, inclusive, hopeful, aspirational and inspirational. During his various tenures and reigns as a statesman and monarch he displayed wisdom and extraordinary leadership, gaining acclaim both domestically and internationally. In a recent article the Gascon newspaper called the Quill and Arrow wrote that Arkadius had "a proven track record of strong leadership and he recognises the challenges one must confront. Time and time again this scion of the Des Vinandy dynasty has also shown himself to be empathic, understanding, knowledgeable, pragmatic and sensible." The thought of standing before the wedding table with Arkadius wearing a certain red Babkhi gown with the traditional Shahzamini golden embroideries, the very same dress in which her grandmother, Esther the Elder, tied the knot with her grandfather, Hallbjörn Haraldsson, and which was also worn by her great-great-great-grandmother Tuuler Kalir at the inauguration of Rashid Arsalani's Grand Viziership, years before him being made both Shahanshah of Babkha and Kaiser of Shireroth brought a smile bright enough the light up the entire planet on Esther's face. A feeling of peace and contentment came over Her Imperial and Royal Highness and then she slipped into a pleasant deep sleep, sweetly dreaming about hiking with her future offspring, both by acceptance and of her own body, in the Forest of St Michael on the Gascon island which is known as the Isle St Jeanne: a litter of children the size of a small army.
  11. Sweet Lady Great-grandaunt of Mine, It seems that your wise advice, counsel and guidance are paying off handsomely. Mine gratitude to you is as great as the mighty bosom of the Lady Unna. Thank you supercalifragilisticexpialidociously much!
  12. Would you be interested in bringing the Frankish Emperor to the altar/wedding table, Sweet Lady Great-grandaunt of Mine? Like you did with King Arkadius of Batavia when he tied the knot with the Storjarla Æsileif in the year 1584? ☺️
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