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Ten summers marked eventual emptiness within cobblestone roads.  Once brimming with merchants peddling wares and armor plating shuffling about, streets petered out into quietude, nary a monger or militia in sight. They were present in body as months trudged onward through repetitive cycles; that did not equate towards spirituous persistence.

Flags waved barren until one faithful day when light sparked, surroundings formerly dour reignited via holy cleansing. That column of light, spontaneous and sky-splitting, lasted only seconds before extinguishing into embers– witnesses gathered around ashes previously belonging to one House. It exemplified where misguided ambitiousness would land anybody who dared similar treachery.

Silently, spanning antlers indicated an unanticipated return, rumored to be spurned through assertiveness thought lost from the Fourth Regency. A castle returned to its previous foundations after the toil of others sought fruit. Old faces show themselves following similar hiatuses. And at length, crimson stained paths leading up to Caethir's fountain. Wet, fresh, foreign. A sign of things to come. Bell-like tones rang out over crowds:

"No longer shall burdens be shouldered on their own, for said weight should be divided. This endless 'winter' plaguing our kingdom draws its curtains closed. We must reset the wheel's forward turn, succession from pits so despairing onto springs singing sweetest melodies. Shed your tears for these losses and my absence, yes… and let us continue onward together.

Heed the call, so remembrances may be our inspiration for progression."

~ Queen-Consort Calanthe Fair-Caewynn

✦  Those who wish an audience with the Fourth Regency, barring the obviously prohibited, are encouraged to speak with the Queen-Consort or the newest installation of the King's Aide, Lord Noctua I. Eclipse for arrangements ✦