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An envelope, green with golden embroidery, would find its way to the new king stamped with the ivory white, wax seal of the prestigious House Aren of Yanille, whomever that opened the envelope would find themselves an emerald pendant hanging on black steel instead of what would have been gold. The paper instead would be embroidered as well, the color of the cursive letters this white.
"Dear Percival Mox,
I write to you today for the good of those within Yanilles walls who are unsure of your rule and what it means. I beseech you to join me for tea at the Pale Manor right on the inside of Yanille with your new duchess of these lands I governed for so very many years.
I hope that for the good of the people you understand that the people of Yanille will adhere to me until we have our talk of the future. Do not take this as noncompliance with your reign. I myself have, in good hope, that we can find order in the abhorrent chaos that has processed itself in the wake of your throne.
Yours truely,
Grand Arcanist of the Vekon Empire and Old Queen of the Southern lands.
Vynriette Aren"
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